I Am Unpredictable (Book 3)

Chapter Twenty Three: W is for Winning

I wasn't even the slightest bit afraid to go to school today. Even though I kicked Kyle's ass—someone who is two years older than me—I knew that he wouldn't dare to acknowledge my presence, which is fine with me.

Then again, Tyler nearly choked him to death, so I'm certain that his action had something to do with it, too. 

Thank you, Tyler.

I actually walked by him a few times down the hallway this morning. He looked at me, of course, but he didn't even say a single word. Instead, he just kept on walking as if we were total strangers.

Fine by me.

Aaron, on the other hand, saw me, and shouted, "Hey there, Macedo! How are you and Brandon?"

Since I am absolutely fed up with people being total assholes to me, I gave him a dirty look and said, "I suggest you knock it off with that, or else you'll end up like your buddy Kyle."

He gave me a look of confusion and asked, "What happened to Kyle?"

I smiled and answered with confidence, "Let's just say, he's deathly afraid of making eye contact with me."

Aaron's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, well, I'm sorry, then." With that being said, he wandered away from me, not even bothering to insult me anymore.

Here I am now, walking down the hallways all alone, hoping that my loneliness will end when Alia accompanies me down the hallways. Tyler, of course, went on some chase to find Jake, so basically, I'm suffering from loneliness.

When being lonely gets tiring and having no one to talk to becomes sickening, I decide to head on over to my first period class, which is English. Even though I still have a good fifteen minutes until first period officially begins, I just really don't feel like looking like the kid who doesn't have any friends.

I have experienced that, though. Trust me—it sucks.

Out of nowhere, I feel someone jump onto my back and wrap their arms around me, hugging me tightly from behind. My first instinct is to get this person off of me, but I, knowing it's Alia, just let her continue clenching onto me.

That isn't a way to creep someone out at all.

"Oh my God, Richie, I love you!" she hollers in a perky voice.

Wait a second... Alia never calls me that.

Becca.

"Rebecca?" I ask, turning my head back, making eye contact with her. Our faces are literally three inches apart, only bringing back bad memories of kissing, dating, and heart breaking.

She smiles. "Dude, I freaking love you."

"Yeah, yeah, what else is new?" 

Okay, that was a little mean.

She jumps off of me and walks to my right, wrapping her arms around my right arm. I feel her head lean onto my shoulder. "You have no idea on how much I freaking love you."

I swear, if this is going where I think this is going, I'm going to scream.

"Why?" I ask her.

Becca gently kisses my shoulder. "They're history, Richard."

Huh?

"RICHARD!" a manly voice hollers in the distance behind me. 

Brandon.

Before I know it, he's standing to my left, too. "Man, you are a life saver."

Okay, now I'm confused.

"I'm so confused!" I shout. "Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?!"

Brandon pushes me to the side of the hallway and stands right in front of me. "Richard, they're done. My mother and Michael broke up."

Holy crap.

I finally did something right.

The three of us remain silent for a few moments. Becca is still clenching onto my arm while Brandon is giving me a look that practically screams "I Love You, Bro". His smile is wide and his face is beet red.

Well then.

"They did?" I mumble, feeling completely shocked. Who would've thought that the words of a fifteen year old boy would change the relationship between two thirty-nine year olds?

I sure as hell didn't think it would.

Becca nods. "You did it, Richie. You have no idea on how much better that makes me feel."

It makes me feel better, too, knowing that Becca and Brandon shouldn't be suicidal anymore. Michael is gone, so there will be no wedding, no stepfathers, and absolutely no more abuse. 

I still want to kick his ass for hurting Becca, though.

It finally feels as if some weight has been lifted off of my chest.

"Our mother dumped him last night," Brandon adds. "Michael came over to the house for dinner, but right then and there, Mom flipped out on him and handed him the engagement ring."

Oh shit.

"He was like, 'Is is because of that stupid kid?' Then Brandon came out of nowhere and shouted, 'That kid is our best friend, and he is right about you, so I suggest you shut the hell up and get out of our house!'" Becca giggles, squeezing my arm tightly. "Mom nodded in agreement and pointed to the front door."

Brandon snickers. "I tried so hard not to laugh."

If I was there, I would've been dying of uncontrollable laughter.

Hell, I can't even stop laughing right now.

"I'm assuming that you're happy," Becca says, finally releasing me.

I nod. "Of course I am. If Michael is gone and will never be back, then I'm happy. After all he did to you two? He's ridiculous."

"Things are getting better," Brandon mumbles with a wide grin.

I smile back. "They sure are, Brandon."

Hey there! Yeah, I know, short chapter. Sorry for the long wait, I've been spending a lot of time with school stuff and with making the cover for the next story. We are approaching the end of the series! Any ideas on what should happen or what you think? Comment below!

I'm not sure if I should post the summary to the next story. I would "publish" the story, but the first part would be its summary, not its actual content. Please please tell me what you think. Your input would help me decide this!  ☺