The Perfectly Awkward Side

Fabian has never had a girlfriend. Actually, he's been more on the awkward side of, erm, the manliness scale. He actually quite likes it there. His books, his essay papers, the cute girl that always comes to the library with her friends...

Baylee is considered the hottest item around. She's the perfect image of a hot American teenager. Blonde, dumb, and she has the body. Sadly for all the other boys in school, she's taken by the school's biggest jerk: Andy Wilson. However, maybe their relationship isn't as society thinks it to be. Maybe the things that happen behind the scenes leave Baylee hurt, and questioning.

Find out more if you read!


9. Chapter 9: Fabian

To make a long story short, Angie left. I honestly hadn't cared for her all that much, but now, pulling my shirt back over my head, the sting of the whole situation began to settle into my skin.

I buckled my belt.

What had come over me? Shaking my head, I struggled to put on my shoes. They were too small, but my family couldn't afford to buy me new ones. Besides, we needed groceries more than I needed a new pair of Converse.

As Rob, this event was just a minor detail in my parlous lifestyle. As Fabian, it had had been something that gave me a guilty pang in my heart, a feeling a feared would linger for longer than I'd like.

I opened the door and exited into the hallway. At the end, not five feet away from me, I saw Angie. Arms wrapped around another unlucky guy, their lips inseparable. I shook my head and headed in the opposite direction. There was another hallway. God, Andy's house was huge. I walked down the hallway slowly, not sure who I'd find popping out of the doors lining the walls. At the end of this hallway, there was a door with a large "KEEP OUT" sign attached. Curiosity ruled my body and my feet led me to the door. I pulled on the handle, and when it didn't budge, I realized the door had been locked.

The rattling of the handle must've startled someone inside because there was a gasp, and then, "Hello? Who's there?"

I knew that voice. "Baylee?" I asked, pushing my ear up against the door. "Is that you?"

I could almost see her nod on the other side. "Fabian, Andy locked--"

I let out a sigh. "Of course he did. Hold on." I examined the lock. It was simply a small hole drilled into the metal. All I needed was a rod, something to pick it...

"Aha!" I exclaimed, bending down and picking up a bobby-pin. I secretly hoped it hadn't been Angie's.

"What? What is it?" Baylee's voice came from the other side.

"I have a way to get you out, just, hold on a moment--" I bent the pin and fit it so that it could trigger the lock. "Perfect," I mumbled. Then I carefully slid it in, cautious not to bend anything in the wrong direction, and twisted it slowly to the left.


Baylee slowly opened the door. "Fabian?" She asked, peering around the edge of the door. "Fabian!" She exclaimed again, once she saw me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head into my shoulder. "I was so scared, I didn't know what he was going to do to me when he got back--"

When she pulled back, I got a clear view of her cheek. It was a purpley-blue shade, bruising. "What happened to you?" I asked, touching it softly.

She pulled away. "Nothing. The most important thing now is that we get out of here."

"And what about Hanna?" I asked, as I followed Baylee back through the maze of hallways.

"She'll find a way home." She smiled, moving down the stairs.

We didn't stop until we were at the car, driving away from the party. And even then I think Baylee drove a little faster than the speed limit.

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