Chapter Two-- Brianna: The Quiet One
I smoke a weed as I walk to school.
I don't want to go. I'm done with school, I'm done with everything.
In Language Arts it's clear I'm not paying any attention to what's going on. (A/N If you didn't know another word for a cigarette is a weed. I'm not talking about the drug.)
"Brianna and Aaron." I hear.
My head shoots up and a chill runs down my spine.
Why was he saying my name? Why was it with that low-life's name?
Brianna doesn't talk and I question if she's mute. All I know is that she wears matted old clothes and it looks like she doesn't own a hairbrush (it wouldn't be much of a shock if she didn't).
She rolls her deep gray eyes and looks at me in disgust.
The sound of the sharp bell rings and I stand.
As I'm walking out she grabs my arm and hands me a note.
"This your form of talking?" I ask.
She nods slightly.
"Great." The word slips out of my mouth sarcastically and she looks to be a bit annoyed, but I know I am more.
I open it.
'I noticed you weren't paying attention (not much of a shocker) but we have to write a song together. I know how you feel about music but you better get over it because I'm not failing.'
"To be honest Brianna," I grabbed her only pen (because I didn't want a response) and snapped it, "Nobody cares what you want. You want a good grade, you can do the project I'm not writing a dumb song. Music is shit. We all know how I feel about music." And I walked out. Without a second thought.
That night I went to a party. There was this one girl there that was beyond words sexy.
She was a little tipsy after a few drinks, and I pulled her into the bedroom.
I had my hands up her shirt when I heard someone clear their throat.
I pull my hands out and look up to see Natalie standing there.
I roll my eyes.
I stand up.
"You little pervert." She whispers into my ear as I walk out.
"I'm not the one watching." I reply.
I sit on the couch with a weed in my hand.
Natalie takes it.
"Really? Cigarettes?" She asks.
I take it back.
"I'm 18," I light the cigarette and I take in a puff, "It's perfectly legal."
She pulls it out of my mouth and drops it into my beer.
"It's also unhealthy." She says.
A girl walks by and grabs my beer then throws it into a guy's face.
I stand up and as I start to walk out the door the girl that I had managed to pull into the bedroom grabbed my arm.
"Aaron you're leaving already?" She asks.
"Who are you again?" I ask.
I start to walk out again but she towards her again.
"Playing hard to get?" She asks.
I roll my eyes.
I'm out of weeds I just want to go buy more then go home.
"Well, my name is Alex." She whispers into my ear.
"Look, Alex you're a nice looking chick,"
"I really just want to go home." I walk out the door.
I get some more cigarettes and I go home.
I lay down on the counter and I smoke one of my weeds.
I kick my Toms off and I put out my weed in the ash tray.
I get a text from Brianna.
'Aaron, I know what you're going to do is insult me. But the fact is... I was called an ugly whore today. But I was also told I'm a beautiful perfect human. I was told that I'm stupid. Yet I was told I'm wise... What to believe is up to me. I don't care why you'll tell me because that doesn't matter to me. I know the truth I know who I am and I will forever stick to that.'
I could text her back something rude, but I choose against it.
Instead I'ma hit the hay.
I lay on my couch and soon I'm asleep.