What's Left of Me

5.

Ava's pov

My phone almost slides out of my hand but I manage to grip it hard.
"Ava?" I turned around and saw Brandon walking towards me on the sidewalk.
"Hey," I turned my phone off and slipped it in my back pocket.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Um, I was about to leave," I admitted.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I must have seemed distracted by my own thoughts because he stepped closer to me and looked at me. I nodded.
"I think I just need to leave, I've had enough partying," I manage a smile.
"What about you? Are you leaving?" I asked. He cooly put his hands in his pockets and swayed side to side. I think he was a little drunk.
"Yeah I was," he said.

"Ava?" My eyes widened. I totally forgot I left Shawn upstairs. I quickly ducked behind a bush. Brandon looked amused.
"What are you doing?" He laughed.
"Shawn is looking for me," I whispered. Brandon looked back towards the house.
"He's gone now." I slowly emerged from the bush and smiled sheepishly.
"Do you want a ride? My car is kind of far away but it's not that long of a walk." I offered.
"Sure." He grinned. I nodded and we started walking.
"So what was that all about? With Shawn?" He asked walking beside me.
"Oh, that. I sort of ditched him upstairs. I'm starting to think I didn't him through," I said realizing that Shawn was becoming attached to me. Brandon have me a look.
"It's kind of hard to explain," I said. He nodded.
"I shouldn't have even come tonight," he shook his head.
"Why not?" I asked. He looked at me. "Yes, you'd do piss off Pricilla but when is she never pissed off?" He laughed.
"I don't know how you put up with her."
"Sometimes I can't," I said honestly.
"I bet." He smiled.
"Sometimes she just doesn't understand. Like ever since my mom died she keeps thinking something so wrong with me." I shook my head. "Like I've changed, I guess I have but she will never understand."
When we get to my car Brandon gets in and I start the car. I pull away and Brandon rolls down the window.
"So, do you live alone?" This question caught me by surprise.
"I didn't, until my mom died, my dad never came home. I haven't seen him in 4 months." I said.
"So it's just you? In that empty house? Every night?" He turned to me. I looked at him and smiled.
"It's not that bad, I prefer to be alone anyway." I laughed to myself.
"What?" He asked.
"It's funny, I never would have said that 4 months ago," I kept my eyes on the road. Brandon was looking at me with curiosity.
When I pulled into my driveway I parked the car and turned it off. Brandon looked across me over to his driveway.
"Shit, my dads home, I have to go," he said taking his seatbelt off. We both got out of the car and he started running to his house.
"Thank you for the ride!" He whispered yelled to me. I held in my laugh and watched him make his way to his house. When I couldn't see him anymore I walked to my front door and walked inside. I felt dazed and I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn't making this up in my head. I laughed to myself and went upstairs.

Skip Weekend (cause I'm lazy)

On Monday morning I felt better since the first week of school way out of the way and I just had a very relaxing weekend. Pricilla didn't text me once this weekend and a part of me felt guilty for what I said at the party on Friday but the other part didn't care. She was being dramatic. The whole weekend I relaxed and went to some dance classes and of course did homework.
This morning I put on some jeans and a red cropped long sleeve and to top it off I wore a white bomber jacket. I left my hair down and did a little makeup.
I made myself a smoothie and an egg for breakfast. I was running a little late so I drank the rest of my smoothie on the way to school. I parked in my spot and rushed into school. Luckily I made it to class right before the bell rang.
"You were almost late," Pricilla said I sat down.
"But I wasn't," I said smiling. She smiled. I swear it was like she had forgotten all about Friday night. I brushed her off and started to pay attention to the teacher.