Just Another Confusing Love Story

Chapter 5: Bleachers and Bathrooms

Brighton's POV

As I finally made it to the bleachers, I found Wynter sitting by herself, staring at the track. She looked angelic sitting on the cold, hard seats and I'm always in awe of just how perfect she is. I decided to slowly walk up the side of the bleachers so I wouldn't startle her.

"Lyric, go away." She demanded.

"It's actually me." She turned and looked at me confused. I couldn't tell if she was about to attack me or break down and cry.

"What do you want?" Wow, I'm surprised it's neither. I walked up to where she was sitting and sat the row of bleachers below her. I handed her bag back to her and she took it while giving me a small smile. 

"Can we talk about what happened back there?" I asked her. She scoffed at me and crossed her arms.

"Yeah, because there's so much to talk about." She said sarcastically as she started to get up.

"Wait, please!" She rolled her eyes and sat back down. "Can we please just talk about this? Is what Lyric said true?"

"Brighton, why do you care?" There was a strong intensity in her eyes, it was like she was trying to stab me with her just stare. It was very alluring, I got to be honest.

"Because you are my friend and you know maybe I reciprocate those feelings too." She looked taken back by what I said. I slid up to the same bench she was sitting on and she looked very confused by what I said.

"You don't mean that." She rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

"Wynter, you don't know how I feel. Can we just talk this out?"

"I don't really want to talk about anything that has to do with feelings and emotions." 

"Please just-" I started.

"Stop!" She glared at me, she really didn't want to talk about this and I don't know why. I mean it is a pattern with her not to be upfront with how she feels, but maybe if I push her, this moment will be different.

"Wynter, just tell me how you feel." 

"You aren't my freaking therapist, dumbass." She was a tough nut to crack and the more she guarded herself, the more I wanted to crack that shell.

"Why can't you just open up?" I questioned.

"Why can't you just mind your own business?" She fired back. She had turned back towards me and had aggressively scooted towards me.

"Wynter, you're my friend, I'm just trying to help you."

"Well in case you forgot, I didn't ask for it."

"This is ridiculous, why can't we talk about what just happened like-" I was cut off by Wynter kissing me. Like on the lips. Right smack on my lips. It was the most unexpected thing to happen, but I wasn't mad. We kissed for maybe a good 20 seconds until she aggressively broke it.

"Holy shit!" She yelled. She looked absolutely mortified like she really didn't mean for that to happen.

"What was-"

"No! No!" She grabbed her bag from me and ran off.

"Wynter!" I started after her, but my phone started aggressively buzzing. It was AJ. "Hey. What's up?"

"Can you come to the bathrooms by the theatre?"

"Can this wait till later." 

"Brighton, please?" I sighed as I watched Wynter run out of view.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." I grabbed my stuff and headed towards AJ.

AJ's POV

The bathrooms at Angelwood are always way too cold. Usually, it's pretty hot in August, so I get why the AC is blowing, but it's too much. It made the pain of knowing that I'll never be able to be with Storm that more unbearable. I really thought that things were changing and maybe the constant delusions that he maybe had more feelings for me were becoming real, but I guess not. And call me dramatic, but this just sucks.