I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter Twenty Four: X is for "Xtreme" Emotions

I was walking down the hallway when I felt someone tap my right shoulder. As I turned around, I heard laughter.

Becca.

"Hey Richie!" she cheered in a perky voice, clenching onto my arm.

Ugh. There goes the pet name again.

I smiled (so I didn't look like an asshole). "Hey, Becca."

The smile that was originally on her face soon disappeared. A frown took its place. "What's wrong?"

Yeah. What's wrong, Richard?

I sighed a little louder than I should have. I glanced at her as she was still clenching onto my arm. "Well, I've been thinking..."

"That's a shock," Becca blurts, her hazel eyes staring deep into my bright green eyes.

I continued my statement. "Anyway, I was thinking about how lately, it seems as if everyone has a best friend, except for me."

It's true. I lost Brandon. He practically hates my guts now. Alia is now my girlfriend. All I want is a best friend that I wouldn't have to worry about falling in love with. If I could get that wish, then I would finally be a happier person.

Becca shook her head. "What do you mean?"

Really?

I cleared my throat and gently took her arm off of mine. "Rebecca, everyone has a best friend except for me. You have your brother, Tyler has Jake..."  I stopped, realizing that I sounded like an idiot.

"Brandon isn't my best friend, you are." Becca pulled me towards the stairs, stopping us when we reach an isolated area all alone. She leaned in closer to me, placing her hands on my shoulders."Richard Macedo, you're not the loner you think you are. You have a loving family and a beautiful girlfriend. Your brother is always there for you no matter what. I'll be there for you no matter what. So what if I'm your ex? It doesn't mean I have to hate you."

She does have a point there.

"Richard," she continued, "You don't need a gazillion asshole friends. You just need a few awesome friends who will be by your side no matter what."

I smiled. I finally felt like everything was okay. My life was shaping up to be a little bit better, now that I have the girlfriend I was truly meant to be with (I think) and I got rid of the best friend who was holding me back from being happy. 

I want my best friend back. I will admit it. 

The warning bell rang, signaling that there were two minutes left until class starts. I tightly hugged Becca, thanking her for being herself and for being that awesome friend I need. "Thank you, Rebecca. I love you."

She giggled, hugging me back even tighter. "I love you too, Richie."

***

After school today, just like what we planned last night when we were texting each other, I'm going over Becca's house. I really needed to catch up with her and fix things between us, ensuring a strong friendship. I not sure how it will go. Will Brandon kick my ass and seek vengeance? Will he be happy to see me and will get to work things out?

I'm not sure. Basically, my only problem is dealing with the wrath of Brandon Morel.

The wrath of Brandon Morel is not pretty. Trust me. 

I walk into her house at around three o'clock, hands shaking, palms a little sweaty, and heart pounding fast. I see Brandon in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of lemonade. We awkwardly make eye contact.

The instant his eyes look into mine, he looks right back down at his glass of lemonade and says rudely, "What the hell are you doing here?"

I sigh, trying to hold back anger. "I'm here to talk to your sister."

Brandon rolls his eyes, taking a sip of the lemonade as he puts the pitcher back into the fridge. His cold hazel eyes are glaring into me, kind of scaring me. He puts the glass down and walks toward me. "Richard, please, for the love of God, get the"—(swear)—"out of my house."

I really hope he isn't going to kick my ass.

I grow the guts to fire back with sudden rage, "Brandon, what the hell has your problem been lately?! It's like you hate my guts!"

He roughly pushes me so hard that I fall butt-first onto the ground. "You're such a goddamn prick and I'm sick of it!"

Well, I guess he's gonna kick my ass after all. 

Becca comes rushing down the stairs as Brandon kicks me in the stomach (which kills, honestly). The second she sees me lying on the floor in pain, she shouts, "Brandon Alexander Morel, leave him alone!"

Ha. Alexander.

Ignoring Becca, Brandon grabs onto my shirt, lifting me up a little, and punches me right in the face as hard as he can. 

Holy shit, that hurt. 

I feel my face. My nose really really hurts, my face is probably beat red, and I may or may not come to school tomorrow with a black eye. 

I'm surprised my nose isn't bleeding, though.

I stand up, feeling super pissed off. I really want to hit him, but that wouldn't really help to mend a friendship back together, am I right?

Right.

Becca screams off the top of her lungs, "WHAT THE"—(swear)—"IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She shoves Brandon with full force into a wall, then rushing back to me to make sure I'm okay. "Richard, are you alright?"

I nod, trying to avoid eye contact with Brandon. "I'm fine. He's just pissed off."

"Damn straight I am, you"—(swear)—"bitch!" Brandon jumped forward to attack me, but Becca held him back.

Thank you, Becca, for potentially saving my life.

"Brandon, calm the hell down. I can't stand us being like this. It's almost like we're going back to seventh grade, when we hated each other's guts. Please, just tell me, what did I do to piss you off?" I take a deep breath, anticipating his answer.

"Sit down," Brandon utters, pointing to the nearby couch in his living room.

I take a seat. He sits down to my right.

That's when he let it all out.

Oops, another cliffhanger. 

What should Brandon's problem be? :o

Any suggestions? 

TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT. This has gone by so fast. 

~FabulousMinion :D