The Trouble of a Broken Heart

Hailey Norten has never actually been noticed before. Never fallen into trouble, or in love for that matter. Colton Anderson, on the other hand, has fallen before; quite hard. He's the play boy who never has regards for any of the girls feelings. So when he finally does think he has found his milestone, what happens when all he's left with is a mind full of questions and a broken heart. Hailey witnesses this and feels extremely sorry for the guy. She has heard of Colton, but she thinks there is more to him then just the act he puts on. Hailey and Colton. Who would ever thought?

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1. Chapter One.

I walked the halls with Marie by my side. I kept my gaze ahead of me to make sure that we weren't going to bump into anyone and cause unwanted attention.

"Then she said, 'I don't need an asshole like you!' I was totally dumbfounded when I heard her yell that. I mean, they've been together for what?" Marie stopped talking and started thinking.

"Two years." I replied. I held my books loosely against my chest. The smell of body odor and perfume filled my nostrils.

"Two years!" Marie said quickly after I did. "Wow, that blew my mind. Two years and she's barely figuring that out now? It's a good thing she's giving him the boot then." She laughed and I laughed along with her.

Marie was a sucker for gossip. Whatever she heard herself or someone else told her would always fill up my ears. Be it either while we're walking in the hallways, driving home, or on the phone. It was just like a thing for her. She lived off of other people's drama. I, personally, think it's because she has never really had any of her own, and that should be a good thing.

We stopped right in front of my locker and I spun the dial. "When did you hear that?" I asked as I bent down on the back of my feet to retrieve some books on the bottom of my locker.

"Right after lunch! You know, when you went to the bathroom for like the fifth time."

I stood up and gave her a light smile. "I only went once. I see your exaggeration is still in tact."

"As it ever was and will be." She smiled broadly.

I pressed my fingers against the locker so it closed and I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

The swarm of students was dying down as they all walked down the main hall to get to the parking lot. The hallway was just shy of being empty.

I was a bit shorter than Marie so I had to look up a little when talking to her. "Hey, I have to ask Mr. Gillard something about his lesson today." I stopped as I turned a bit so I can continue down the other hall that led to his room.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the car. Just get it done quick! My mother is looking forward to a 'ladies night'." Her smile showed off her slightly crooked teeth, but they were perfect nonetheless.

"Okay," I gave Marie a small wave, turned, and walked towards Mr.Gillard's room.

It was quiet now, besides the sound of my own footsteps of course. People would walk past me every now and then, but it was pretty empty. I always liked when the hallways were nice and quiet. It would make me feel comfortable and I didn't have to worry about running into someone.

Just as I was about to turn the corner that led me straight into my literature class, I heard voices. Rather loud voices coming from that hallway. I stopped right before, so I didn't interrupt anything.

"... and I'm just done with you." The voice was of a girl. It was calm and steady, no signs of breaking or trembling. Some may even put it as cold.

There was silence. No talking, no possible signs of people there. I craned my neck for a peek.

A girl, the one the voice from earlier belonged to I suppose, was leaning against the lockers. Her figure was slim and she had medium blond hair that was dragged to one side. I couldn't see anything else for the hair was covering my view.

Then I turned my eyes on the figure standing in front of her. His hair was a sandy light brownish color and long. The tips of his bangs brushing the hands as he held his head. His shoulders were slumped. I was almost positive that the words the girl had said were meant for him. Explaining the head in hands, shoulders slumped.

"I'm sorry," The girl said as she pushed herself off the lockers and shrugged. "But for what it's worth, I can tell you were happy."

My eyes widened in disbelief. I can tell you were happy. Does that mean that she wasn't happy?

I tried to swallow the gasp that wanted to escape my lips. I turned quickly when I realized that she was heading towards this hall. I put my hands to the locker and spun the dial, pretending that I was opening the locker.

I heard a faint giggle from her and turned once she had passed me. Was she laughing at the guy or my patheticness?

I sighed a sigh of relief once she was out of sight. I was so relieved that I didn't get caught that I had forgotten of the guy and just kept walking. I stopped almost a step to late.

He had lifted his head and I can see he had hoped that the girl had come back to him. To say one more last thing. Then it hit me. He hadn't said anything the whole time I was listening. He just stayed in his position. I looked at his features. He had a small nose, perfect plumped lips, and his eyes were just amazing. They were hazel with little hints of green in them.

I could've walked right past him and into Mister Gillard's room, forgetting any of this ever happened. But I surprised myself when I found myself saying, "I'm sorry."

Maybe it was because I felt sorry for the guy or maybe because I didn't know what else to say.

He didn't respond or move his gaze after he dropped it to the floor. I found myself contemplating on whether I should move or not.

I took a step and as I was going around him, his hard voice stopped me.

"I don't need your pity."

I was surprised at myself; I did mean it as pity. No one likes pity, so why did I say it? His eyes held mine for a while and they told me a whole different story. I just hit a raw nerve. That girl told him sorry just minutes before she left. He could've relived the whole moment again.

"I didn't mean it like that." I responded.

His hand found my arm and his grip was tight and sharp. I was pressed up against the lockers as he looked down on me.

"Of course you didn't, sweetheart." His face broke out into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

I didn't squirm, yell, kick, or tell him to back off.

His face got closer and his lips lingered in front of mine. I could feel his breath on my lips, his uneven breaths. It was obvious that he was trying to stay calm.

"You won't do it." I said.

His eyes pierced mine as his face grew tight then faltered.

"And how do you know that?" He asked, voice rough. He probably sounded like that because he was ready for his voice to break at the next syllable.

"Because you'll have nothing to gain out of this."

I was certain of this. He had just been told some harsh words and he was trying to play it cool.

His grip on my hand fell and he turned around while running a hand through his hair.

"You're right," he said. "I wouldn't have done it." His voice broke at the end.

I was right. He was containing his emotions.

I didn't know what to say anymore. I thought of saying something comforting, and maybe staying to actually be a comfort, but I thought all I can give him is a few words then let him be by himself. He was a stranger after all.

"You'll be alright," I told him as I pushed myself of the lockers. "I promise." I sent him a small smile and went back the way I came. Before turning the corner and leaving, I stole a little glance at him. He looked horrible. Just standing there with a broken voice, and tearful eyes.

But what was I to do? He'll just call his friends and they'll give him some support. I did what I can for a person who should've just ignored him and shrugged it off.

I turned the corner and walked down the hallway and into the other one that leads to the parking lot. I didn't even go into Mr. Gillard's room.

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"Hailey!" I heard Marie from all across the parking lot.

She was waving her hand and signaling me over.

"What took you so long? I was seriously starting to think you'd been murdered, or something."

I shook my head and laughed.

I don't need your pity.

I picked at my lower lip. Poor guy. He was trying so hard.

"We have to go and pick up some things. My mom is basically taking over this sleepover saying, 'Hailey needs some girl bonding time.' I just think she likes the idea of being young again."

I looked over at Marie and studied her. Medium, dark brown hair, and some piercing green eyes.

"My dad appreciates the effort." I told her.

It was true. He tried getting some of my aunts to spend time with me over the years, but it just wasn't working out. They all had plans with either boyfriends or their own kids. They didn't need my dad's kid, me, as well.

"Your dad appreciates everything I do." She smiled and put on her sunglasses. "Now, let's go and not waste more time. I'm dying to show you the movie I was talking about."

After we went to the store to buy some cheap candy that was on sale, we went straight to Marie's house.

It was quiet at first. Then we heard a loud clang come from the kitchen.

"Marie, is that you?"

I was quite happy to be here right now. I had been looking forward to this.

"Hello, Mrs.McClarian." I said.

"Hailey, dear!"

We still couldn't see her, although her voice was loud and traveled through the near empty.

I set my bags down on the nearest couch. The air in here was nice; comforting.

We watched The Boy In The Striped Pajamas and stuffed our faces with candy. Marie had stained her make up and I had tear stains on my cheeks as well.

"I didn't think you'd cry." Marie told me as she handed me a tissue.

"I have a soul, you know." I pushed her as I kept my eyes on the screen.

The credits came on, Marie grabbed my arm, and started pulling me up.

"We're beat. We're going to bed. Good night, mom!"

"Good night, Mrs.McClarian!" I managed to get out before we ran up the stairs and into Marie's room.

I sat on her bed, pulling my blanket tighter around me.

"You'll never believe this!" Marie said as she stood up proudly. Hands on her hips and her lips pulled into a bright smile.

"I probably won't." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Colton Anderson and Embie Rivers broke up." Her face brightened up.

I was about to open my mouth, but Marie beat me to it.

"I heard he's at a party right now, that he threw, getting smashed out his mind."

"That has got to suck."

"It was on Facebook," She shoved her phone in my hand. "Read those. The whole story of their break up is right there."

"How do you even have..." My voice trailed off as I looked at the comments, "Embie as your friend on Facebook? I'm your only friend." I was genuinely concerned, considering that we were all we had. Just Marie and I.

"I have everyone on Facebook. They just accept my requests." She waved her hand as if to dismiss the conversation.

I looked at the comments on the phone.

"So no more Colton and Embie?"

"There was never a 'Colton and Embie'"

"How did you break up with him? When?"

The next comment was from Embie herself. It stung me. I was completely appalled.

"He was just a fun guy to fool around with. We were never really going out in the first place. He considered it going out, I considered it kicks. And I just said we were never really going out and that I was just done with him. Then I apologized and walked away. Easy as that. Now I'm getting calls from his friends saying he's wasted and keeps calling my name. Talk about clingy."

"Hello, Hailey?"

I snapped my head up, "What?"

"Isn't that crazy? She just ditched him! He deserved it though. He went out with the entire school. Well, besides us two of course. We're both invisible to all the guys."

"And girls."

"Yeah, naturally."

When I walked away did he just call everyone for a big party? So that's his name. Colton.

"Colton..." I whispered softly.

"What did you say?" Marie spun around quickly and had a surprised expression on her face. "Did I just heard you say, 'Colton'?"

I looked up at her and sighed.

"I meant, poor Colton. I mean even if he did kind of deserve it, doesn't mean that the way she broke it off with him was right either."

She looked at me in disbelief.

"Colton Anderson deserves every bit of bad luck coming to him. The way Embie broke up with him is the way he would break up with all the girls he's ever been with."

She scrolled down on her phone and passed it to me.

"Read this."

I took the phone again and looked.

"His own dirty little words thrown back into his face. How does it feel now? Haha."

It's one thing being told those thing, but also another thing when those words have a significance. He must have felt horrible. Maybe that's why he couldn't say anything to Embie. He was thinking about those words. The words he would say to someone that were now being thrown into his face.

I would have been mad. He was just sad and quiet.

"We'll found out more tomorrow. Let's actually go to sleep now. Are you sleeping over again?"

We adjusted ourselves in Marie's bed. It was big enough for the both of us. We slept on it together.

"I don't think so. My dad's coming back in the afternoon."

I tried getting some sleep. Marie had knocked out about an hour ago, but I just couldn't.

I don't need your pity.

I shook my head and imagined the first words Colton ever spoke to me.

No matter how bad of a person he was or still is, no one ever deserves something bad. It's just a misunderstanding. He was really hurt by that. He must have really liked Embie.

He must have finally found someone worth keeping.

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The next morning as Marie and I walked through the main entrance everyone was buzzing with excitement. I guess Colton and Embie are a big topic.

"Can you believe this?" Marie said as she spun her head around to the people whispering. "It's like a gossip wonderland."

I sighed as we headed straight for my locker. "I don't understand why everyone is talking about this."

"I mean, why not? Colton Anderson was dumped!" Marie said nudging my back towards my locker.

I knew that. The whole school knew that, but it's still pretty sad.

There was a light tap on my shoulder. It was delicate and hesitant.

"Marie, I know you're still buzzing with this Colton Anderson thing but," I turned around and shut my mouth.

I was staring face to face with Colton.

"Oh, sorry." I said as I closed my locker and sent Marie a look. I was about to make my way to class when he softly grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"No, I meant to do that." His eyes weren't meeting mine.

"Meant to do what?" I asked. I didn't know what was going on, but the stares of everyone were like daggers.

"Meant to tap your shoulder." His voice was even and calm.

I looked over at Marie and she sent me an 'omigod'. I motioned for her to give us a moment and she did. She walked towards the end of the hall.

"Okay. Is there anything you need?" I removed his hand that still held my arm and leaned against my locker.

"You said everything would be alright."

I blinked in disbelief. "What?"

"You promised."

I was having trouble registering this in my head. What was Colton talking about?

"I don't understand." I said simply.

"Listen," His voice dropped to a whisper and I leaned in. "I'm not good at asking, but can you help me?"

At that moment I finally understood what he meant. I had told him it's going to be alright and when I promised he must of took that as an actual promise.

"I don't know if I can be of any help," I said as I looked into his pleading eyes. Colton opened his mouth as if to say something but I put my finger up to signal I wasn't done talking. "But I'll try with what I can, okay?"

The plead in his eyes vanished and I nodded my head. "I have to get to class, so-"

"Forget class. We're leaving."

I looked at his face and saw that he wasn't lying. "Can't this wait until after school?" I asked.

"I don't want to be here with everyone whispering and my head is killing me. You're coming with me." He looked at the people around us. "Let's go." He grabbed my arm again and went back the way we enter from. As soon as we hit the pavement the grip on my arm faltered.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed behind.

It was my first time ditching. The first time I have ever left school with a boy for the matter.

"My house."

Colton stopped in front of a blue Honda and opened my car door first.

"Your house?" I asked as I placed a hand on the top of the door. "I don't even know you."

"My name is Colton Anderson. I'm seventeen years old. My blood type is O negative, and I haven't raped anyone."

"That's nice to know." I said as I got into the car and put my seat belt on.

I, myself, couldn't believe that I was going to a complete strangers house. But I knew he wouldn't touch me. I wasn't scared though. Maybe it was because he had asked for my help or because I had already seen his weak points and he knows that he doesn't have to put up a facade with me.

The car backed out and I stared out the window.

"You know," Colton said as he glanced in my direction. "You don't have many expressions."

I met his glance in through the reflection of the window. "I know."

"Can I ask why?"

"You can." I looked at my fingernails and tried to think of possible answers to why that is.

Now that I think about it, I don't really show emotion. Every time you see me it's always been the same.

"So why?"

Colton's voice was rough and his sight was fixated on the road.

"I don't really know myself. I've always been like this." I nodded my head and leaned against my seat. "It doesn't really matter."

"It does matter." His reply came fast. It startled me and I was almost shocked.

I turned my head and looked at him. "I don't get you."

He smiled and looked my way, "That's ironic. I should be saying that to you."

His eyes locked on mine as soon as we came up to an ordinary looking house. We didn't move, or speak.

"You're weird." I smiled and opened the car door. "This is where you live? It's... ordinary."

"I like ordinary, so thank you."

"You're welcome."

He motioned me to follow and I did. We came up some slim steps and to the front door. He stuck his key in and opened the door.

"Sorry for the mess. Yesterday night is a blur; I don't remember much."

I was appalled by the mess. Usually when someone says that it's just because it has to be said. That didn't have much meaning to Colton. It was a total disaster.

"By help, I sure do hope you didn't mean this, right?" I placed my backpack on the ground next to door cautiously.

"No. Unless you have a soul and offer?" There was a lopsided smile on his face.

"I'm fine with the mess." I said as I walked deeper in the living room.

"Didn't think you would want to, but hey, it was worth a shot."

His laughter filled the room and I shifted my gaze to him.

I must have been staring for a while because Colton looked up and stared back at me.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

I shook my head, "No, there isn't. I just haven't heard you laugh. I didn't think you could."

It was true. I didn't think Colton Anderson could laugh and that he could sound that care free. His face showed no signs of stress.

"Okay, so what is this about? Why was I dragged here?"

Colton turned to look at me and I looked back at him.

"I just couldn't be there anymore. It was just to much. I could feel everyone..."

He just sat there, looking at me with all the sincerity in the world.

"... judging me." Colton sighed and I looked around his living room.

"Aren't your parents going to kill you for this?" I asked.

If I would've known that it was going to cause unnecessary pain, I would have held my tongue.

"Like they even come home. I could be dead in my room and they wouldn't realize it until someone was to write it out for them." Colton's eyes were rock hard.

I could feel his pain; I could almost picture it too.

I stood up and looked down at him, "If we are going to talk about anything, first things first,"

"I'm the realist." Colton interrupted.

"We are going to clean up. How long has it been since you have actually cleaned this house?" I asked as I put my right hand on my hip.

"I haven't cleaned this place since," he sighed, "My parents left me."

I don't know if he was looking for sympathy or just wanted a person to share his pain with, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it. This house was beyond walk-able.

Before I even considered giving him any type of advice, we were going to make this place clean.

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With my stomach on the ground, I pulled the things under the couch. My hand was just grabbing absentmindedly when it hit something sharp.

"Ouch." I said as I drew my hand back.

Colton looked over at me, "Are you okay? What happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded, "I'm fine. I just think there is broken glass under the couch."

"That's not good." Colton said.

He walked over to the couch and moved it back. There was broken glass and a picture frame to the right, it was face down.

"I'll go get the broom." Colton disappeared into the kitchen.

I knelt to the ground and picked up the picture frame. My heart tugged at me as I turned it carefully to face me.

Two happy parents and a smiling young boy.

The smiling boy was obviously Colton. My head automatically registered them as his parents. The women was a spitting image of Colton. They had the same exact smile. Colton had the mans eyes.

"I guess that's where that went."

I turned around to Colton. His grip on the broom was tight, but it didn't quite reach his face. His smile was fake and he tried hiding his sadness.

"Yeah, under the couch. Here, give me the broom. I'll sweep." I said as I reached for the broom.

Colton moved it from me and shook his head, "No, that's fine. I'll do it."

I let him do as he pleased and watched him sweep away the shards of glass.

After he was finished he apologized and went back to the kitchen for the finishing touches. I looked around the living room and decided it looked way better from when we started.

"I have another question." Colton said as he returned into the living room.

I looked at him as I sat down on the couch, "Is it okay if I sit here?" Colton nodded, sat down on the leg of the couch as he leaned back and started at me. "Yeah, sure, what is it?" I replied.

"How come you don't make an effort to be noticed at school?"

His voice was sincere. It had just struck me that he asked me 'How come' and not 'Do you'. How come is like saying, "Hey, I have observed you for a while and come to the conclusion that you don't make an effort into being noticed at all. While, 'Do you' comes across as, "Hey, I have never seen you around in school before. Is it because you make no effort into being noticed?" These two questions are entirely different, yet it seems like as if Colton had chosen his words precisely.

"What do you mean?" I asked, just to make sure that I would answer his question correctly, not saying that there's a right way to answering his question.

"I mean, and don't take this in a totally creepy way, that you kind of try to make yourself invisible."

His words struck me. I do not try to make myself invisible. Everyone else makes me out to be invisible. It's not me; it's them.

"I don't." I replied simply.

I don't. I repeated to myself. I don't.

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