The Problem With Bands...

Chapter Four

Calla's POV:

        A few weeks went by, and shcool wasnt seeming to bad. Except for the part about me and Brad fighting, he was being even more of an ass than usually. I knew something was going on with him but i didnt want to accept that fact. He has done wrong to me before but never something like this. I really wish that he would stay away from that Hannah girl. The way he looks at her like she is a prize to be won, but he wont even smile at me anymore. Its so messed up! If she really wanted to steal him she could. Its not like he would put up a fight. He has to understand why it upsets me, or are boys really that clueless.

        We were on the way home from school, and i was really exhausted. His hand searched for mine, i was to tired to put up a fight so i let him hold my hand. My mind drifted to Jason, me and him grew really close lately. My thoughts were interupted when Brad's phone went off and he looked at the message. I could see the coldness that filled his eyes. Whatever that was it wasnt good, and he was gunna hide it from me.

        "Brad, tell me whats wrong. For once just talk to me." I begged, but i didnt get a response, i was talking to a wall. "Mind your own business Calla, ok?" but as he said that, he didnt even give me a glance. "You are y damn business!" I snapped.

        When his phone went off again, i reached for it first this time. I opened it and read the messages. The two messages were from Hannah, and anger and saddness consumed me by what she had sent him.

Hey sexy (; just wanted to know if you wanted to hook up again sometime soon i could really use it! Oh you need to ditch that ugly slut your with BTW! She couldnt be as fun as me ;*

So text me tomorrow if you in, because if you are i deffinately am (;

        I threw his phone on the phone and he stared at me. "How could you?" it was barerly a whisper. "Does the time we spent together not mean anything to you?" the words were actually audible this time.

        He pulled to the side of the road, then turned to face me. When he reached for my hand, my first reaction was to slap him. He grabbed both of my hands as tighly as he could.

        "Let me f*cking go, now Brad!" as i yelled he let go and i got out of the car as fast as i could. As i ran home thoughts ran through my head, it was just too much to take in. And just like that the depression began to crawl back. I would have been better off not knowing, then atleast i would be somewhat happy.