Expect the Unexpected
Chapter 4: Try sleeping with a broken heart
Last time on Expect the Unexpected…
"You should try that website that all the teens are obsessed over. What was called agin? Face Page ? No Head Book? I don't know something like that. Just hurry up so we can get home!" she turned around and headed for her room. I wish Baltor should have never made her come with me.
I rolled my eyes and for the rest of the night I made my Facebook page. I requested ever blonde both natural and dyed, both guy and girl, that went to Alfea High. The only person that I couldn't find was the mysterious Stella Johnson.
This was gonna be a long six months.
Brandon's point of view:
"Baltor, you're not really giving me anything to go on. Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell me about the princess. I mean besides basic physical features." The frustration in my voice was clear.
"I gave you everything I knew. You're supposed to be one of the best, you should have more than enough information! Do you have any leads yet?"
"You know Baltor, old pal; I just love the confidence you have in me. But telling me the color of Princess Estella's eyes and hair IS HARDLY INFORMATION AT ALL!"
"I've told you about raising you voice at me boy! Now I'm going to get off this phone and you're going to continue your mission of finding the princess. Good-bye!" and before I could even take my next breathe he was already off the phone.
"Damnit!" I threw the phone across the room, nearly hitting Darcy's forehead.
"Watch it Brandon!" She yelled with narrowed eyes, causing me to roll mine. Ignoring her comment, I jumped out of my computer chair, got my keys, and headed towards the door.
"And where do you think you're going. As far as I know in America, there's no school on Saturdays." I swear her voice is like the nails to the chalk board in my soul. Dramatic I know, but you try living with her for over a week without committing suicide.
"Darcy for the last time, you're not my real mother. I don't have to listen to you and I sure as hell don't have to answer to you." Those were my last words, before I made my way to the library.
When I finally got to the library, Stella had already set up. She had two props for our 'deaths'. One was a small bottle of water labeled Poison in her handwriting. The other prop was a balloon fake knife.
"How … cute" I said nodding my head towards the 'props'. The frown on my face from earlier was quickly dissolving into a smile.
"Hey, you didn't bring anything so don't judge me. Besides I thought this was pretty original." She held her head high in pride, while smiling at her creations.
"I said it looked cute" I said putting my hands up in surrender.
She smiled in victory. "Okay let's start on this scene."
I took a dramatic breath, and shook my head no. "Princess, do we have to?" I made my way to the nearest chair, and sat down.
She rolled her eyes at her nickname. "Umm yeah. That is why we're here." She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Ugh but I don't wanna." I slowly relaxed myself in the chair with both hands behind my neck.
"Brandon, get up. We have to finish this scene by this Friday. Plus she already cut half of it off, it's not that much to do."
I looked into her pleading eyes, and almost melted. "Whatever, but first you have to answer a question." Her eyebrows slowly rose.
"Alright, what is it?" her voice was full hesitation.
"Why don't you have a Facebook?" I asked seriously. Her mouth began to turn into a teasing smile.
"And who says I don't have a Facebook?" She retorted. Her smile was now a smirk and her arms were crossed.
"Well, I've befriended everyone at Alfea High but you, even Flora has a page. You're the only person I can't find, Princess" I stated my discovery with annoyance in my voice.
"So… you were searching for me, correct?" her eyebrows again rose. I swear she should just keep them up there.
"Yes I was, if you must know, but you still didn't answer my question." I
"Well there isn't an answer to your question because I do have a Facebook. It's just a private page, meaning I'd have to befriend you before you can even see my page." She said nonchalantly as she began to set up our 'props'.
"Great! Now when will you befriend me." I said with a little too much excitement. I could finally solve my case. With a little more information I could finally know for sure if she was Estella.
She scoffed at my assumed cockiness. "Whenever and if ever I want to!" Her hands were already on her hips by the time she began her sentence. "Now can we please start this scene?"
"Yeah whatever." I mumbled as I got my script from my bag. "Where are we starting from?"
"Let's start from the last page. Right before you die." She then lightly closed her eyes, and laid down on the carpet. She looked just like a beautiful angel.
I sighed in contentment and started reading.
"From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love! (Drinks the 'poison')
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
I pecked her lips softly, then moved to lie beside her, but the sensation of her lips on mine was unbearable. So I slowly pecked her lips again. I heard her gasp in surprisement, and took the opportunity to peck her lips again.
Only this peck wasn't just a peck. It started off soft and gentle. But that was before she responded. We fought for dominance over each other's lips. She was fierce yet so very tender. This chick was an amazing kisser. So amazing that I almost shed a tear when we stopped for a breath.
"That…was…" I started but couldn't finish do to my lack of oxgen.
"A... mistake." She said breathlessly as she stud up, brushing invisible dust from her jeans.
I cleared my throat, hoping she wouldn't discover that I was going to say the exact opposite. "Yeah… um it won't happen again." I said trying to convince myself more than convincing her.
"Yeah... well I have to go Sky's probably waiting outside." She said as she started to gather up her things.
"I'm sorry" I said as I took a deep breath.
"It's not your fault I-"
"No not that, I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I… I…" I took another deep breath trying to prepare myself mentally for what I'm about to say next. "I didn't want to come here but my mom made me. I had to leave my… girlfriend behind" By the time I finished with my lie, I couldn't even look her in the eye.
"You… you have a girlfriend?" She asked. I still couldn't look her in the eye but I'm almost positive they were three times larger. I silently nodded my head yes.
"Oh well… um… I got to go. I'll see around okay." When I finally managed to look her in the eyes I could tell tears were begging to fall. But I knew she wouldn't allow them. Not in front of me anyways. She was too proud. She gave me a small, tear jerking smile before heading towards the door.
"Wait." I said before I could stop myself. She slowly turned around with a confused yet hurt expression. "Maybe we can still… you know be friends?" and when I realized just how stupid I sounded the words had already left my mouth.
"Uh sure. Friends it is." She gave me that same heart aching, sad smile before finally leaving out of the door.
It took all the will in my body not to go after her. Not to tell her it was all a lie. But I knew I couldn't. If this went any further then I would cause her even more pain. And what if she was the Princess. What then? What would we do next? I don't even want to think about it. I only knew one thing for sure.
This entire mission was a mistake.
Stella's point of view:
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
That's the only word that could describe me. That and naïve. I mean what was I thinking? I only knew the guy for less than a week. Did I think we would get married and fly off on a floating cloud? I was so naïve. I knew him for less than a week yet it still hurt.
It hurt like hell.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call Sky. Well I thought I was going to call Sky, but that was before I discovered my phone was completely DEAD!
"Urgh!" I yelled out into the air and stuffed my phone back in my purse. My house was 15 miles away, and I'd be damned if I went back inside and borrowed Brandon phone. Nope the only answer was to walk. I sighed and began my walk.
About a mile in a half later, a car slowly pulled up beside me. At first I was scared, but as I saw who it was my fear turned into disgust when I my jerk of an ex-boyfriend.
"What do you want Andy?" I said annoyed.
"Hey there's no need to be bitter. I was just wondering if you needed a ride." He said giving me a charming smile in which I kindly ignored.
"Nope, I'm fine thank you." I said and continued my walk with head held high.
He sighed and slowly drove behind me. This continued for another 10 minutes before I got really irritated.
"Go. Away. Andy!" I yelled turning around and making him slam on his brakes.
"Nope, I'm fine thank you." He said, annoyingly mocking me. I almost smiled.
I let out an exhausted sigh. "Please…" I pleaded.
"Stella it's almost dark. I'm not going to let you walk home alone. What kind of guy would I be?"
"The awesome kind?" I suggested with a soft smile
"Nice try but no. Why don't you just get in the car?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "I promise not to talk to you the entire ride." He added with begging eyes.
"You're really not gonna go away are you?"
"Nope so it's your choice. A long 35 minute walk with me driving behind you, or a quick silent 10 minute drive."
"Alright but promise not to talk to me…" I said as I climbed into the passenger's seat.
"Boy Scott's honor" he then held up his right hand for emphasis.
"You're such a geek" I smiled at him and before he could open his mouth I added. "Remember you promised" and I pointed my finger at him. He sighed in defeat and continued to drive.
The rest of the ride was in a comfortable silence. By the time we pulled into my driveway I was relived I didn't have to walk the entire way. If only a mile had my feet aching can you imagine what 14 more would do to them?
When I opened my door Andy sighed. "So I guess you're not going to tell me what's wrong?" I sadly shook my head no.
"No, not this time."I put one leg out of his car before he started to talk again.
"And I guess there's no way to repair our friendship?" he asked with his head held down.
I gave my second fake smile of the night. "I don't know. Maybe someday." I sighed and fully stepped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Andy Pandy" He smiled, nodded his head, and drove off. That smile reminded me of the old Andy. Before the relationship. Before the drama. Before the cheating.
When I walked into my house I made a dash for my room, shut my door, and headed straight for bed.
"Stella dear you have a few missed calls. They're from Flora, Bloom, Musa, and the other two. Oh I forgot they're names. I swear Stella, you have too many friends." Aunt Samera yelled from downstairs.
She's right. I do have too many friends.
That night it was almost impossible to sleep. I practically cried all night, and it really pissed me off. I didn't understand why I was so hurt. Why my heart felt like it was split in half. And why Brandon was constantly on my mind. But I did come to one conclusion.
It's hopeless to sleep with a broken heart
A/N: Poor Stella. This chapter was so hard to write. But I'm glad it's over so I can start the next. Chapter 5 will be the best chapter yet. I can't wait to get started. So please review and tell me what you think. It would help me with my responses if the Guest would start labeling yourselves. Then you'd know when I'm talking about you. But please show me some love by reviewing.
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