The Bad Boy OR The Best Friend

forty five

Evan didn't really answer my question, he very discreetly avoided it and bid me goodnight. But his words has left my thoughts into a spiral that doesn't seem to stop. Something about it makes me avoid him on Thursday morning at lockers. I don't even stop by them, I go straight to Biology where Ms. Kaur hands us a pop quiz to do.

A feeling of guilt has been constantly nagging me ever since I talked to him, and that leads me to avoid Chris as well. I quickly finish my sheet and submit it to Ms. Kaur and make some dumb excuse to get out early. She buys it, because she has to be the sweetest teacher.

Since my next few classes have both Chris and Evan in it, apart from Chemistry, I go straight ahead to the ground and lawn area of the school. I lie down behind the blossoming flowers, away from anyone's eyes. But then a shuffling noise startles me immensely.

I look up to find Breanna staring down at me, her face upside down since I'm laying on the ground.

"Thought I might find you here." She says, coming to lie down beside me.

"Aren't you supposed to be in your history class?" I ask.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Calculus class?" She retorts, making me smile a little.

"Touché."

She turns towards me, "What's been going on with you, Adri? I'm kinda worried."

Breanna became my friend freshmen year as soon as we were made chemistry lab partners. We bonded over how our names rhymed, and when she invited me over at her house for pie, I couldn't exactly say no. Ever since then, we've pretty much been attached to hip. This girl has been there for me endlessly as I have been for her.

"Evan and Rose broke up." I blurt, turning to see her widened eyes, looking at me with surprise.

"What?" She gasps but then relaxes immediately, "They'll patch up again. It's their on-and-off thing."

I turn to her completely, lying on my side, "That's the thing, Bri! He made it very clear that he was done with her." I groan, trying to make sense of his words.

"Why?"

"He said, and I quote, 'Do you really need to ask, An?' What the fuck does that even mean?" I say, looking at her for some sort of guidance and answer.

"Holy shit." She breathes and I nod.

It's shit alright.

She looks up at the sky, sunlight beaming through the branches of trees before she speaks up, "He broke up for you, please tell me you know that." She says, sounding a little worried and unsure at the same time.

I frown, sitting up, "I'm sorry, did I hear you right? He broke up for me? The hell does that mean, I never asked him to!" I throw my hands in the air out of pure exasperation.