"That's Zoey's bracelet."
That's Zoey's bracelet.
That's Zoey's bracelet.
That's Zoey's bracelet.
As I climbed into the Ambulance, the words kept ringing in my ear, especially the name 'Zoey'. Could Blonde be the one who did that to Gabriella? I mean, yes, now that I think about it, blonde's voice did sound slightly alike to the voice I heard before I pushed the door to the alley open, But that still doesn't prove it, right?
"Are you sure?" I asked, looking up from Gabriella's unconscious body to Adam sitting across from me. He raised an eyebrow, and I pointed at the silver bracelet clutched in his hand. "Is that really Blon—Zoey's bracelet?"
He, too, had been staring at the unconscious body, but raised his gaze and fastened them on me. He nodded.
We fell into silence again, the siren being the only thing ringing in the air. Well, that is, until a moment later, when Adam popped a question:
"How exactly did you meet Gabriella?" He asked looking up at me. "Did you guys meet in school or something like that?"
Well, dear friend, it just so happened that we met in Math class when Blonde and a bunch of other girls I didn't bother giving nicknames were kicking her. I wasn't exactly sure why. Gabriella for some reason didn't tell me at the moment and after that I just gave up on asking her. Actually up until a few minutes ago, I never actually knew her name. So, all in all, I led you guys into that alley without knowing what the heck I was doing. Wonderful day, isn't it?
I bit my bottom lip, squinting my eyes. "I met her in math class. We sorda bumped into each other, and after that, we hanged out a few times."
At least one part was true. . . .
"Hm, Gabrielle never really mentioned you before. . . ." He said. "But, then Gabrielle can get really secretive. Even with the secrets that aren't hers to keep." His last sentence came out as a whisper, almost like for the first time, he had just thought about it. But, only one question kept repeating itself in my mind: What the heck did he mean by that?
"How do you—" Abruptly, I was jerked sideways, and, with a soft bang, my face hit something flat and definitely metal. A long cry escaped my mouth, as, gently, I removed my face from the flat surface.
Beside me, I saw that Adam had also being jerked sideways, but, for some messed up reason, he hadn't hit any metallic surface and wasn't at this very moment feeling like a hammer had been smacked over his forehead. What did my forehead do to deserve this, universe? WHAT?
Adam pressed his lips together tightly, trying to hold back laughter itching to burst out at my expression. But I didn't care. I had other problems to deal with, such as my eyes refusing to focuse on anything. It was shaking slightly, and I could've sworn that I saw stars dancing around me. . .
"My forehead has been through so much in this life. . ." I muttered, rubbing it softly. "There, There, forehead. It'll be okay."
Adam failed to hold in his laughter, and, loosing all hesitation, burst out laughing. His eyes squinted in a really cute way and his head was thrown back slightly. For a moment, I stopped massaging my poor forehead and stared at the scene. It was weird, and I certainly didn't like it, but, seeing Adam laughing out loud like this, I kinda felt like it was worth it. Smashing my head into that metal thingy, I mean.
That doesn't mean I'd do it again, though. Hopefully, next time, it'll be him. And when that day comes, I'll laugh like it's my last day on earth. . .
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Deciding Between The Twin Brothers
Ficção AdolescenteAriel William is a girl who's gone through hell, pain, betrayal and most of all, the death of her mother. Sounds horrible doesn't it? Yet, for some unknown reason, she doesn't give up on life, she doesn't bully, she doesn't cut herself, she doesn'...
