is my best friend the one? (finished)

chapter 5

i sighed and struggled to stand. i wobbled a bit causing tyler to stabilize me and he wrapped my arm around his shoulder. i started to hobble to my bike when they all looked shocked.

"ada! your face! your knees!" mike said.

i looked at my knees. they were definitely bleeding. and it turns out i fell so hard that my pants ripped at the knees. i sat down and ty squatted next to me. i tucked my hair behind my ear, revealing my cut up palms.

it hurt so bad but i tried to not show it, and i succeeded. i played it cool because i didnt want the boys to see me cry. "ada, how are you not crying?" tyler asked me.

"like you said ty. shes badass." steve replied for me.

i smiled a bit. "get my bike would ya?" i say to greg.

he comes back under a minute later. "lets go before i bleed out." i say.

i hop on my bike. it hurt so bad to walk, so to pedal was even worse. not to mention my hands gripping the bar. the boys made jokes to take my mind off the pain. "ada, you realize you have to sleep outside right?" greg reminded me.

i shoot him a glare. sure i hated losing, but im not a poor sport. i opened my mouth to say something rude but tyler saved him from it saying, "ill sleep outside with her."

a shocked look splattered upon my face. "really ty?" i said.

"yeah sure." he smiled.

"he just wants to get some action. the magazine made him real hor-" "thats enough of that!" i cut steve off practically screaming, with my eyes wide.

the boys all laughed and soon we were at mike's. i didnt hesitate to jump right off my bike even though it went skidding its way up the drive way. i stumbled right inside. ms. taylor was in the kitchen, making a plate of pizza for elliott and gertie. i walked in with the boys right behind me. "what on earth, ada!" she came up to me and cupped my chin with her thumb and pointer finger.

"wait lemme see it!" i say, walking to the bathroom.

the boys and ms. taylor follow me but they stay outside the bathroom and watch me look in the mirror. i examine my face, almost touching it. "tuff." i say, nodding and smiling.

"oh ada! thats probably super painful!" ms. taylor says.

mike's mom was more of a mom to me than my own. if my mother saw me now, she would be worried but she would only say something like, "clean yourself up." ms. taylor actually cared.

my mother was a wonderful woman until my father became a drunk. he was abusive and after he left, she became a smoking, nervous wreck.

"lets get you cleaned up." she said.

i sat on a chair in the living room. "ada i wont be able to get to the cuts on your knees. could you remove your pants, honey?" she asked.

"sure, i brought shorts. lemme change real quick i'll be right back." i say.

soon i come back out to the kitchen and tylers eyes get wide. my shorts were actually, pretty short. they were only a bit longer than my underwear. "thanks sweetie." ms. taylor says.

she cleans and bandages my palms and knees, which hurt like hell, and then she started using a damp cloth to wash my face. "thank you for everything." i say.

"no problem, hon. i hope you know youre always welcome here." she replied.

i smiled and nodded. she cleaned up my face and i gave her a hug. i then changed into my large, white shirt that went over my shorts and brushed my medium length hair out. i walked outside to find the boys standing talking. when tyler say me his eyes wondered to my legs making me blush a bit. luckily it was already 7:30pm so he couldnt see.

"you alright?" steve asked me.

i nodded. "absolutely fine." i replied, with a hint a sarcasm.

"lets head inside and play a game lr something." mike says.

we go into his room. the boys sit in a circle on the floor. "ada, truth or dare?" mike asks me.

"dare." i smirk.

"i dare you to call chantelle and invite her over." mike said.

we all knew mike had the biggest crush on chantelle. she was 16 and a grade higher than us. she would hang out with mike only if i was there.

my smile faded and i let out a harsh sigh, almost a scoff. "so thats why you invited me?" i asked, extremely pissed.

"no ada i-"

"nope. its fine. whatever. pass me the damn phone." i say angrily.

mike hesitantly hand me the phone, luckily the cord was long enough to reach me. i dailed her number and waited.

*whos this?* "chantelle? its ada." i say through gritted teeth *oh hey ada whats up?* "do you want to come over and see me?" *uh sure... where are you?* "mikes house." i say as i roll my eyes. *oh... sure...* "ok see you later."

i put the phone down and sarcastically smile at mike as i hand him the phone. i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, which hurt my hands but i was mad and didnt give two shits.

"so... whatd she say?" mike asked.

"fuck you." i say and walk out of the room.