is my best friend the one? (finished)

chapter 14

[ada pov]
i woke up to tyler yelling at michael. tyler was holding my hand. not the bloody one, either. i groan.

"ada?" steve rushes towards me.

"go." i whisper.

"what?" greg says.

"go!" i whimper.

a single tear slips dosn my cheek. tyler wipes it away. why would he care anyways? "not until you tell us why you did it." tyler says.

i looked at my arms and back at tyler. i realized i looked ugly now, but i didn't care. i always looked ugly anyways.

i groaned once more and shut my stinging eyes as tears fell from them. "im so sorry, ada." tyler says.

"no." i say.

"what?" he asks.

"i deserve it." i say quietly as my voice cracks.

"no you don't! why would you think that?" steve says.

"my. my dad. and now... tyler. i am just a screw up." i say, my body felt lifeless but it wasn't.

"ada i'm truly so sorry! we need to get you cleaned up." tyler says, helping me sit up.

"ada, please, never think you're worthless. you mean so much. your dad was just an @$$hole. i hope you know that." michael says.

i smile at him. my smile drops. i snap out of it. what the heck just happened?? "oh my god." i say.

i run to the bathroom. i don't know what happened but something just clicked to where i was happy again and i was thinking regularly again.

i looked in the mirror. "jesus christ!" i say.

the boys watched me as i quickly scrubbed my face really good. i looked much better. my eyes were still puffy but you could barely see the eye bags. i cleaned my cuts, too. i dried my face and shook my head, like a dog that was getting water off of it's body.

i quickly ran a brush through my hair and ran back into my room, the boys close behind. i walk into my closet, closing the door behind me. i slip into some jeans and throw on a tight, white, spaghetti strap, tank top. i step out and sigh. "better." i say.

the boys look shocked. "i needed to hear just that." i say.

[tyler pov]
we heard banging around in ada's closet and she came out all fresh and clean. her tank top was tight and i liked it. i'm not going to lie, ada did have a pretty nice rack on her for a girl our age. "better." she sighed.

she came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a hug. "i forgive you." she whispered.

i smiled. just then her phone rang.