Fall

Chapter 10

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whipped around, pulling my jeans back up.

"You're window was unlocked. Again." He had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Doesn't mean you can just come on in whenever you please!" I started pacing, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Bradley, out of all people, was here, in my room, sitting on my bed. "How long have you been here?" I asked him, folding my arms over my chest.

"About half an hour." He pushed himself up off the bed. "And I'd have to say, you're room hasn't changed a bit." He smiled at me and looked around, observing the place.

"Don't tell me you went snooping again." I shook my head and walked over to my dresser, pulling out my favorite plaid pajama shorts. I stepped out of my jeans and put on my shorts.

"Of course I went snooping, Brynna." He laughed a little bit. I didn't find it funny, and he didn't either after he noticed that I was glaring at him.

"Oh okay, I guess I didn't go snooping...?" He questioned. I rolled my eyes, looking for anything that was out of place. When I didn't see anything out of the ordinary or unusual, I turned my attention back to him. He was standing in front of my picture wall, staring at one in particular. It was a picture of him and I. I didn't find it weird that it caught his attention, but what I found weird was how he took his fingertips, and ever-so-slightly ran them along the picture. He shook his head and turned away from it to face me.

"So what are you doing here?" I finally asked him, cleaning the place up a little bit. I took my dirty clothes and threw them into the hamper, then closing it.

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay." I said, folding my arms and turning to face him. He stared at me for a long while before he shook his head, scratching the back of his head at the same time. "Well...? Spit it out."

"It's about Kimmie." He paused, staring straight into my eyes.

"Okay? What about her?" I asked him, confused by his weird behavior. He sighed, once again and rubbed his temples.

"What about her? I like her, Brynn." He spoke finally. There was a soft tone to his voice; it was almost a whisper.

"Okay, cool. So why are you telling me this?" I asked him. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's not going to work." I told him.

"Brynna, I don't understand why you see everything as a competition between us. We're both over it, so why bother being like this anymore?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders, not looking into his eyes. "It's not a competition, Brynna. I like Kimmie. And I mean, I really like her. I'm not telling you this to make you jealous. I'm telling you this because I want to make sure you're okay with me asking her to be my girlfriend." He said. So that's what his point.

"What?" I felt weird... Like my heart ached. As much as I want to say I'm completely over Bradley, I can't. And I don't think I ever will be. I don't want to be with him anymore, I just want what we used to have. I haven't had any guy come into my life since him, and he's had many girls since me. And that kinda hurts to know that he moved on so quickly, but I'm still here, wishing that it was me that he chose.

I wish he would have fought harder for me. But he gave up...

"Why do you seem so surprised? I thought you knew that we liked each other." He said to me.

"I did..." I shook my head, pacing back and forth across my room. "But I thought it was a phase of yours. Like you'd get over it after a couple weeks. I didn't expect it to continue on for this long, to be completely honest." I admitted to him.