A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!
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"Hey Alex. Hey Alex, wait up!"
At first I thought I was hallucinating or something. No one's talked to me (besides Matt's threats) in days. I looked over my shoulder to see a kid I recognized as Danny running to catch up with me. When he did, he slowed to a walk next to me. "Hey Alex."
"Uh, hi," I replied, glancing at him.
"What happened to your jaw?" He asked, trying to get a look at my bruise.
"Okay, let's cut to the cheese," I said, stopping and facing him. "Everyone in class hates me. Why don't you?"
"You say you didn't say any of those things right?"
"Yeah…"
"So I believe you. I'm sorry I didn't listen before. I don't know why I'd listen to Matt of all people."
"You don't like Matt either?"
"I didn't think he was so bad, until I heard how badly he talked about you."
"He talks about me?" I asked, pretending to be shocked.
Danny looked embarrassed. "Oh…sorry. I thought you knew."
I shook my head.
"Anyway…I thought you could use a friend."
Should I believe him? With how everyone's treating me, who knows if this is a trick. I don't really need a new friend. I don't really want one either. I wanted Juanita back, not some kid I barely knew. "I don't…not really. No offense or anything… I'm just not in the mood to talk right now." I began to walk away but Danny followed.
"C'mon Alex, you can't tell me that you haven't wanted to talk to somebody about all this."
"I do talk to people about this. I talk to my brother."
"It's not the same is it? Talking to someone older than you."
I shook my head, not even glancing at him. He didn't know Nat. "It's pretty much the same thing."
"No offense Danny, but I really don't feel like arguing right now." I gave him a look and then hurried away. It was true, I didn't feel like arguing. Especially with someone so pushy. He didn't know Nat, he didn't know anything about me. I get it that he was trying to be my friend, but I don't need a friend. I want my old friend back.
All through the rest of the morning, Danny kept trying to talk to me. When would this kid get it through his head? I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't need to talk to him. I appreciated him trying, really I did. But I didn't need or want to talk to really anyone. If anything, I'd want to talk to Nat. But since Nat's not in school, I'll wait. I will so happily wait.
Danny didn't let up though. At lunch, he sat himself across from me where Juanita would usually sit. I wanted to tell him to go away, and that he couldn't sit there, but I kept my mouth shut, and was polite to him. Well…sort of.
He was trying to make conversation, and I appreciated that too. But I wasn't in the mood for talking. Actually, I wasn't really in the mood for doing anything. I just wanted to go home, and go to band practice. That was probably the only time I was happy.
It was when Danny had tried yet again, to start up the conversation by bringing up one of our teachers when I finally…snapped.
"I don't care!" I blurted out suddenly, catching myself by surprise. "I really don't care. I appreciate you trying to be my friend, but I don't need a friend right now. I want to be alone." I got up from the table and stormed away, no doubt catching Danny off guard.
~NBB~
"Alex, are you–?"
"I'm fine," I snapped, after holding it in since I got home. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Can we just go to practice?"
Nat gave me a strange look. "Okay, okay. Geeze, I didn't know you were so jumpy. What's wrong, dude?" We were walking to the studio, Rosalina had some stuff to do today so she wasn't with us.
"Nothing...it's just all this stuff at school."
"Talk to me, Alex. What happened?"
"This kid at school keeps trying to be my friend," I explained.
This time he gave me a really strange look. "That's what you're upset about? A kid is trying to be your friend?"
"It's not like that. I'm glad someone is finally trying, but I don't want a new friend. I want my old friend."
"Alex, I understand that but don't you think you're exaggerating it a little bit? If this kid is trying to be your friend, maybe you should let him. Or her."
"It's annoying! And then he kept saying how 'you're older brother wouldn't understand' or 'shouldn't you talk to someone your own age?' I don't want a friend like that. I want a friend not a therapist."
"Alex…"
"Nat, if you had this kid following you around all day you'd feel the exact same way. You've never had someone follow you around all day, trying to get them to like you."
"Actually, I had a boy do that at the fair the one time…"
"Not the point."
"Either way, maybe you should give the kid a chance. At least he's smart enough to realize you'd never say any of those things."
"Yeah, but he said that stuff about you–"
"Alex, don't worry about me. I'm glad you care, but I'm not the one who has the problem here. I don't care what an eighth grader thinks about me, okay?"
"But Nat–"
"Alex, c'mon please. Just give this kid a chance."
I gave Nat a look.
"It could turn out to be a good thing."
I only stared at him.
"Okay fine, how about…tomorrow you give him a chance and invite him to the concert. See what happens. If after, before or during the concert you still don't like the kid, you don't have to be friends with him."
I sighed. "I'll give him a chance, but I'm not inviting him to the concert."
"I just hate to see you like this. You deserve a good friend so that you can have someone to talk to."
"I have you…and Rosalina."
"Oh yeah, like you tell us everything," He said.
"I do too!"
"Where'd you get the bruise?"
I was quiet for a few minutes until I spoke up again. "I ran into something," I mumbled.
"You're lying."
"Am not!"
"You are too, and I can tell. Even Rosalina can tell, Alex."
"Well so what if I am?" I asked, looking at him. "It doesn't matter how I got it. I got it, and it's over with. The bruise will be gone soon anyway." We made it to the studio and I quickly made my way up the steps, hoping to avoid any more questions.
"Alex, wait."
I stopped and turned around to face Nat, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs while I was on the second to the top.
"If it ever happens again," He was being dead serious. That's when I knew he meant it. "You have to tell me how, who, and why. Do you understand?"
I nodded, knowing that Nat seriously meant it. I knew if I didn't pull through on this promise, Nat had his ways of finding out what happened. And the last thing I needed was for Nat to get involved. That would just make everything a whole lot worse.
"I'm still a little upset that you won't tell me what happened yesterday," He said, looking right at me.
I looked at the ground.
"But since it's only a little bruise, I'll let it slide."
"I swear Nat, it'll never happen again," I promised, looking up at him. "And if it does, you'll be the first to know exactly what happened." He nodded and we walked inside the studio for practice. But I wasn't as happy as I had been lately; because even though I promised Nat, I don't think I can convince myself it won't happen again.
A/N-I really like writing this story (:
~NatalinaFanForever~