LOGINBut when I got to my room, instead of cleaning it, I sank to the bed. My prom dress still hung over my desk chair, stirring up a longing I didn’t like to feel.
On a whim I pulled out my cell phone and sent a text: I was trying to be a better person today but the world isn’t cooperating.
Hayden texted back almost immediately: Uh-oh. What happened?
I sighed. I wanted to support my brother, who won an award, but my parents don’t want to go. And he doesn’t want us to come anyway.
Instead of the chime of a text I was expecting, my phone started ringing. I jumped then smiled when I saw Hayden’s number on the screen.
“Hello.”
“What kind of award?” he asked as if we had been talking all along.
“I guess he did some sort of short film. He takes a couple of filmmaking classes.”
“You should go anyway,” he said.
“That’s what I said, but my parents didn’t agree. My mom has to work and my dad was quick to use that as an excuse.”
“You don’t need them.”
“Well, that’s the thing. I do. I don’t have a car. It was like pulling teeth whenever I wanted to borrow it to visit Tom . And since my mom has to work, that’s not happening.”
“I can take you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I owe you and I’m working on being a better person.”
I laughed. “You do not owe me. We’re even now. If you did this, I would owe you.”
“Bec would probably come too. She loves that artsy film stuff,” he said as if I hadn’t said anything at all. “It would be fun. An adventure.”
I pulled at a loose string on the bottom of my jeans. “I don’t know. My brother was pretty insistent about us not coming.”
“He probably just didn’t want to pressure you. I know that I hate to have people go out of their way for me.”
“You’re right. He’d probably be happy we came. Maybe he even wanted my parents to insist on coming.”
“He probably did. You said you two aren’t very close, right?”
“Right.”
“This is like you showing him that he’s important to you. That you support him.”
It felt weird making Hayden drive me three hours, but he was right, this would be a good show of support. I remembered the conversation I had walked into the middle of between Hayden and Spencer. How Spencer implied that Hayden was too nice, did things without thinking about himself. I hoped this wasn’t one of those times. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll give you gas money.”
“If you want to.”
“Thank you, Hayden.”
“You’re welcome, Tia.”
“Don’t get any ideas.” It was the first thing Bec said to me when I sat down in Government the next morning.
“About what?”
“About you and my brother. He’s too good for you.”
“I have no ideas.” Well . . . maybe I was getting a few ideas, but I was trying not to let them linger. If Hayden was in my life for real, I had a lot of explaining to do to my friends. I had a lot of explaining to do anyway. I needed to come clean. Especially since mea seemed be unwilling to drop her suspicions.
Bec blinked once, lowering her brow like she’d heard my thoughts, then said, “I’m going with you on Saturday to keep an eye on you. Not because I want to help you or anything.”
“I thought maybe we were friends now,” I said.
“I’m not friends with anyone who won’t acknowledge my existence in public.”
“You didn’t acknowledge me at the beach either.”
She laughed. “Not with the pleading stares you were giving me to keep my mouth shut.”
“That’s more about prom than anything. They can’t know it was you at prom.”
“Right. Keep telling yourself that.”
It’s true, I wanted to insist. If my friends knew it was her that Hayden had fought with at prom, the whole story would’ve blown up right there on the beach. In front of everyone. I wasn’t sure why I needed her to believe this. She really wasn’t my friend. I should’ve been able to brush it off and move on.
But I couldn’t. “Hey, I helped you out yesterday. They wouldn’t have left you alone.”
She let out a single bark of a laugh. “Are you for real? You really thought you did some sort of good deed, didn’t you? Saving us from the snobs you hang out with. You’re practically a saint.” With that she turned back around.
I couldn’t shake off the conversation with Bec all day, so when Claire and I were walking to the parking lot for lunch and I saw her, I said, “Hi, Bec.”
She did a double take then just shook her head with a smile. “Touché.”
“What was that about?” Claire asked after we passed. “Who was that?”
“That was Bec. She’s the one I was telling you about the other day who set me up with her brother.”
“Her?” she asked, obviously shocked.
“Yes.”
“She’s . . .”
“Really cool,” I said before she could fill in an adjective I didn’t want to hear.
“So are you two friends now?”
“I don’t think she wants to be my friend.”
Claire grunted. “Don’t you have that reversed?”
I smiled. “Nice. Payback is so fun.”“And immature.”“So immature. Is she going to kill us?”“Absolutely. But in the meantime . . .” His lips found mine again and I relaxed into him.Thanks for reading I hope u liked my story? till next timeI hope u guys leave a comment of what you think of the story.Should I add more or is the ending good?I really had fun with this story because it was me imagining of what it would be like to have some love you like the way hayden did ?I will be writing on my new story I hope you all will read it to thanks again ?
I scanned the crowd again. Things felt different tonight. Normally people were saying hi or talking to me, trying to catch my eye. Tonight eyes drifted past mine without thought or interest. Things had shifted. It didn’t sting as much as I thought it would. I didn’t deserve to be noticed any more than anyone else, especially because I rarely tried to notice people back. I was still working on being better about that.There was a group that was getting a lot of notice. I hadn’t thought Claire, Laney, and Mea would come, not after their reaction to my public apology. Dirty looks during the rally had been followed by complete radio silence since, but they had come. It wasn’t to make up with me, though, because they’d pointedly ignored me all night. And they were surrounded by people.My boyfriend had his own graduation party tonight, and his sister, my only friend at the present time, was only a junior. So that’s how I cam
“Tom is waiting for me. We drove together up here.”“Tom is still here?” I looked around, waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again.“Not here but I left him at a driving range.”“Golf?”“Yes.”“I didn’t know he liked golf.”“Yeah, he doesn’t know much about you either.”“It’s pathetic, I know.”“What’s pathetic is that I am going to be stuck driving with him for the next three hours and we have absolutely nothing in common.”I laughed and gave him a hug. “Thanks for the thought. Thanks for . . . Thanks.”Five minutes after my brother left, my mom walked in the front door. She paused when she saw me then quickly replaced her open mouth of surprise with a smile. “tia, hi. You’re home.”I stood. “Mom, no need to pretend you’re not upset. I was really mean to you this
“She had a rough day. Everyone at school is gossiping about her. I think her friends must’ve found out about prom. You need to talk to her.”Hayden’s playful act was gone as his whole face turned serious. He looked at me. My smile had disappeared too.“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had no idea.”“Don’t tell me that,” Bec said. “Tell her.”“I will.”“What?”“I have to go.”He hung up to her objections then pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry.”I shrugged. “It’s fine.”“You did not just say that.”I laughed a little. “Okay, it sucks. My best friend won’t talk to me.”“Claire?”“Yes. I tried to apologize. She’s really mad. Not that I blame her. I’d be mad too, but I think she doesn’t want to be my roommate anymore. She and mea are going to room together.”
I nodded, our faces still very close together.“My preference is simple—you.”“That was not a yes-or-no answer. You just broke the ru—”He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. They were so warm that my whole body seemed to melt against him. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss as he did. My hands found his hair, not needing an excuse to touch him this time, knowing I could do this whenever I wanted.A shiver went through me and he smiled against my lips. “So, not a disappointment?”I didn’t answer, just kissed him more.We sat on the ground, our backs pressed up against the Camaro, our shoulders pressed together, tossing a baseball back and forth between his right hand and my left.“Thank you,” he said after we’d completed several catches each.“For what?”
I pulled my arm back and threw the ball with all my might. It hit the door with a loud clank then bounced off and rolled across the ground. The ding it left in the rusted door was hardly noticeable and only heightened my need to do damage. Real damage. I picked up another ball and hurled it. Then another.Soon it wasn’t just Hayden I was trying to crush but mea and my parents, Drew and myself. I reached down for another ball and felt nothing but dirt. I had thrown them all. My heart rate was high and my cheeks were wet with sweat and maybe a few tears.I started to gather the balls when behind me I heard, “Do you want to throw a few at the actual person those are intended for or is the car satisfying enough?”I whirled around. Hayden held out his arms like he was really giving me permission to pelt him. It was tempting.My shoulders rose and fell several times. After the week I’d had, I