I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter Thirteen: M is for Mind-Blown

This morning, exactly ten minutes ago, I woke up to the sound of Tyler screaming, "RICHARD, IT'S FREAKING SNOWING!"

I, liking snow, jumped out of my bed and dashed to the window in my room to see. Peeking in between the blinds and the curtains, I took a glance outside.

Literally, it was barely noticeable. The flakes seemed like the size of freckles, the air looked bitter and cold, and the grass was gently coated with what looked like a millimeter of snow.

I was highly disappointed with what I saw. When Tyler said that four letter S-word, I was thinking that the grass would be coated with a thick blanket of snow and the ground would be sparkling white.

Ugh. More disappointment.

I went downstairs to tell Tyler about how disappointed I was in him. He thought I was exaggerating, since technically, it was snowing. 

I really wish that it snowed a lot more, since if there was enough snow, then I wouldn't have to go to school. School would be cancelled. If school was cancelled, then I wouldn't have to see Brandon.

I really really don't want to see Brandon. Who knows if he'll even want to talk to me today after storming out of his house the way I did.

Here I am now, ten minutes later, eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes in my kitchen as I ponder on the thought of whether or not Brandon will want to kick my ass.

Once I practically devour the bowl of cereal, I run upstairs and do my usual routine—get dressed, brush my teeth, get stuff ready, you know. I check my phone, which is carefully laying on my nightstand as it charges. 

I have a text message... from Becca.

Good morning Richie! ♥ I'm feeling better than I did yesterday, which obviously is a good thing. Anyway, Brandon has been wicked quiet ever since you two, um, yeah. He ignored me all last night and barely talked to our mom, so I don't know how he'll be around you. Just giving you a heads-up, my love. ;)

Such complications.

Odds are, he's pissed off at me since I was pissed off at him. It just bothered me, and it made me feel even worse when Becca saw us. It broke my heart. I felt like an asshole, and I still kind of feel bad even after her and I made up. I still broke her heart, and nothing is going to change that. A simple apology won't change my dumb mistake.

I respond after thinking for what seems like a gazillion years.

Aww, I love you too. ♥ But I hope he doesn't act like a douchebag to me, even though he did piss me off. I honestly don't have any feelings for him anymore. I'm dead serious. I still feel like an asshole, though.

I sit down on my bed and unplug my phone, which is fully charged. I wait a few minutes for a response, and it doesn't come. I begin to wonder if Becca is telling Brandon this, but I know she wouldn't do that, since she cares about me and only wishes for the best.

I've been surprised, though.

Tyler barges into my room. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I answer, tossing my phone onto the space to my right. "Becca and I are all better, I think. My only problem is Brandon."

Tyler is silent for a little bit. He sits down to my left and thinks of what to say. When he figures out something, he says it. "What are you going to do?"

Hmm. What will I do?

"Um," I hesitate to figure out an answer to his question. "I honestly don't know. A part of me wants to talk to him and see if we can work things out, but the other part of me wants to avoid him because I did not like the action that occurred between us."

Every time I think of Brandon and I making out, I swear—I throw up in my mouth a little.

Haha, I guess I'm straight after all.

Once Tyler leaves my room, I get ready for school, putting on one of my many Red Sox jerseys and throwing on some tan khakis. I check my phone for any messages (even though I know I won't be getting any messages). There are none.

Tyler drives us to school once 7:00 rolls around. School starts at 7:55, but getting there early means I can socialize with friends. And by friends, I mean Alia. And only Alia.

Surprisingly, the school hallways are crowded when we get there at around 7:30. People are everywhere—girls and guys are holding hands, seniors are laughing as they anticipate their Senior Prank, and freshmen are doing stupid stuff like they normally do. Tyler wanders off when he sees his friend Jake, who hugs him tightly.

Jake is gay, in case you were wondering. He's Tyler's best friend, and he has the biggest crush on Tyler.

Yeah, I know, ironic, isn't it? Tyler and I both have issues pertaining to guys liking us.

I walk around the school alone, searching for anyone I can talk to that isn't named Brandon Morel. I get weird looks for being alone, but I don't care. I eventually reach the entrance near the cafeteria, suddenly making eye contact with Alia.

Her dark brown hair is down for once, straightened. Usually it's in a side pony tail. She still has her black glasses. Her blue eyes look striking. She's wearing a knee-length black dress, which is very unlike her. Usually, she wears a black Green Day t-shirt or some other band shirt for this rock band she likes. She has black flats on, her nails are painted black, and for the first time in forever, I notice that she has pearl earrings on.

Oh. My. God.

I stop dead in my tracks. I can't believe it—she looks, um, what's the word?

Hot.

I smile, stuttering as I speak. "W-wow, Alia, you-you l-look... beautiful."

She beams a smile back, steps closer, and hugs me tightly, "Aww, thanks, Richard. You're so sweet."

Finally, I control my speech, speaking normally again. "Why did you dress up?"

She blushes, failing to hide her embarrassment. "I'm trying to impress a certain someone, and I think it's working."

Well played, Alia. Well played.

I roll my eyes with a playful grin on my face. "So do I, Alia. So do I."