Okay, here is Chapter Four!
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm blaring right in my ear. I groaned and rolled over, reaching for it, trying to turn it off. I failed miserably, and finally I got up, tired of hearing it.
"You win," I told it groggily. "Happy?"
I stumbled through showering and getting dressed, pausing in front of the mirror before I went downstairs. Before Brady (or before I had a crush on him, since there was no time in my life that I didn't know Brady), I couldn't care less about how I looked, but since I'd started liking him in ninth grade, suddenly it was really important to me.
I gave my outfit a once-over. Black leggings, a cute (I hope) light blue top, and my favorite jean jacket. I hadn't really bothered with make-up, just blushed on a little mascara, but it didn't look too bad, so I nodded at my reflection and smiled.
My dad had already left for work by the time I arrived in the kitchen, but Alison was there, lying on the couch reading a magazine, the TV playing Project Runway reruns. That is literally what she does all day, since thanks to my dad's job, she doesn't have to work. At all. And yet she still complains.
I expected her to criticize my outfit, but all I got was: "don't forget to call Chloë, it's her birthday."
"Okay!" I said, opening the fridge.
"Hey, shouldn't you get going? It's already 7:25."
"WHAT?!" I yelped, starting and bumping my head on the top of the refrigerator. School started in twenty minutes! I dashed into the pantry, grabbed some cereal and stuffed it into my mouth, then slung my backpack onto my shoulder and bolted for the door. "Bye Alison!" I yelled over my shoulder.
Candis and Tessa were waiting on the curb, looking impatient.
"Where were you?" Candis demanded. "We are going to be late!"
"Sorry, I guess I overslept. You could've come in and gotten me yourselves, you know," I informed them.
Candis just shook her head and grabbed my arm tightly. "Well, you're here now so let's just go!"
I glanced back at the Parkers' house as I followed my friends towards school. All five of the cars were sitting in the driveway. Yeah, their family actually had five cars. One for every single member of the family. Brady, Boomer, and Boz all got cars on their sixteenth birthdays. It's hard to believe people that rich can live on our street, their mansion looking really weird next to all the normal houses. But they were all in the driveway, which meant Brady and his brothers still hadn't left for school yet.
I looked up at Brady's bedroom window, curious. What was going on up there? Why wasn't he on the way to school yet? Maybe his fight with Sabrina had done more damage than he had let on. I really hoped he was okay.
"Oh!" I said out loud, suddenly remembering. "I have to call Chloë! It's her birthday today."
"Ooooo, call her!" Candis squealed. Both of them love my little step-sister, probably cause neither of them have little sisters. Candis has three older sisters and Tessa has five brothers. Yeah, five.
I pulled out my cell and went to contacts, where I hit the Call Chloë Anderson button and put it to my ear.
I heard it ring twice, then heard her squeaky, annoying voice say, "Hello?"
"Hey Chloë!" I said. "Happy 11th Birthday!"
"Oh, thanks Kay," she said, sounding happy.
"Tell her we said happy birthday," Candis hissed.
"Candis and Tessa say Happy Birthday too," I told her.
"Okay! Tell them I said hi!" Chloë said. She loved my friends too.
"Okay, I got to go. See you soon," I told her. "Have a good day."
"I will! Bye!" There was a click as she hung up.
I put the phone away and we hurried on to school.
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I didn't see Brady at all that morning, and I was worried at first that he hadn't come to school at all today. He wasn't in any of my classes, so I didn't know for sure though. I spotted Boz in the hall around 11:00, though.
"Boz!" I said, hurrying over to him.
He turned around and smiled when he saw me. He looked surprised though, and I didn't blame him. I mean, we hadn't talk in years. Literally. We had not talked to each other or even acknowledged each other since… seventh grade? Somewhere around there. "Oh, hi Kay. What's up?"
"Is Brady here?" I asked.
He looked even more surprised by this question. "Yeah, of course. Why?"
"Uh…. no reason! Just wondering… Oh, I gotta go, see you around, Boz."
"Sure," he said, nodding. "Bye."
I didn't see Brady until after lunch. I had just finished eating and was heading to my first post-lunch class when I heard voices, mainly a girl yelling. They weren't very loud, in fact, I could barely hear them, and they were close.
I started looking around for the source of the voices, but I didn't have to look very long to find them.
It was Brady and Sabrina. They were in one of the locker rooms just across from me, the glass wall making it easy to see into. Brady was leaning against one of the lockers, Sabrina yelling at him, looking really mad, and he was sort of cowering away. I could see him mouthing I'm sorry whenever she'd let him get a word in.
I started to turn away, I really didn't want to see this, when Brady looked up and saw me. Our eyes meet and he held my gaze. His hazel eyes were full of sadness, and I wanted to cry as I looked into them. It seemed almost as if there was a tortured soul inside his body, trying desperately to get out. Trapped, unable to break free. Unable to get away.
I probably can't post tomorrow, sorry. But please review! Give me your opinion!