He Saved Me

Chapter Six

Riiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg.

I rolled over, and soft fabric brushed against my flesh. I was in the weird state where you're only part-way in reality, and the other is lost in some slumber that I knew I wouldn't be able to remember five minutes later.I could go back to my dream, if I really wanted to, I wasn't captured by reality quite yet. It was a good dream, too. Cody was there, alive, and well, and talking and laughing.

"Karlaaaaay," he was saying, "Dance with me."

I shook my head. "I can't dance, Cody."

He grabbed my hand and twilred me. "I'll show you. Just relax, okay?"

Riiiiiiinnnnnnnnnng.

Only it wasn't just a dream, this actually happened, the night of Turn-About when I was too scared to ask a boy to dance, too insecure, too whatever, and Cody took me. Just as friends.

"Here," he said, picking up my hand and placing it on his shoulder. "I got you."

RINNNNNGGGG!

Reality finnaly managed to reel me in, tearing me away from my sweet dream. My eyes snapped open, looking around, desperate to find out where the hell they were.

Really though, where was I?

I looked, saw tan walls and a flower vase on a coffee table in the corner, a pale ceiling and sunlight streaming in through thick curtains. London. My parent's flat.

RING!

What the hell was that horrible sound? It seemed to be coming somewhere under the sheets, and I teared them off of the bed and found my iPhone, clearly the source of waking me so rudely. I didn't look to see who was calling, I just snapped the phone open and spat, "What the hell?"

Silence for a second, then laughter. "Same old Karly," a voice said, and my eyes widened, all want to go back to sleep vanishing from me in an instant.

"Why are you calling me?" I asked. I could practically see his smirk through the phone. Perfecly messily styled light brown hair and clear charming blue eyes that put a spell on any girl in an instant.

"That's all I get? Why are you calling me? A nice hello would be more polite."

"Brandon, what do you want?"

I'd never been fond of Brandon. He was at the accident, sure, but that didn't mean I automatically had to have some bond with the kid. I was friends with him before Cody's death, but the accident didn't seem to bring Lauren, Brandon's girlfriend at the time, he, Derek, and me any more close together. In fact, it teared us apart.

Which was weird when you thought about it. They say a death can tie any two people together for eternity. That was way off. Maybe it was because there was more than just two of us, there was four of us, five if you counted Cody, which I wasn't. Or maybe it was because one of those people was the cause of his death.

"I heard that you ditched town."

I raised my eyebrows even though I knew that he wouldn't be able to see me. "Yeah. I did. My mom made me leave."

Silence. Then, "Was it because Derek talked to you yesterday?"

My heart stopped beating for a second. Not because he mentioned Derek or any of that, but the fact that he knew. It meant that he was keeping tabs on me. It meant that he hadn't forgotten me.

Brandon had, after all, been the first one to seperate after the accident. We stayed together somewhat at the hospital, and then after that Brandon had slipped into his sleek Mustang and driven away. He'd come back two days later with a new hairstyle and a smirk planted on his face, and acted as if he didn't know who me, Derek, Lauren, and ever Cody were. He didn't even come to the funeral. It was sick.