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?


2. Chapter Two.

"There's no need to get defensive." Colton replied.

I shook my head, while looking away. "Well, I don't try to make myself invisible. Can we please drop the topic? We're here for you, and not me."

Colton looked at me with a bit of hurt in his eyes that soon washed away without a trace, I almost thought I imagined it.

"Okay, well, I guess you, and half of the school, already know," Colton sighed, and put his head in his hands. "I got dumped yesterday, and I'm pretty sure you heard everything, but that's not even it, Hailey, am I a terrible person?"

I looked at him with a straight face. I sighed and shook my head, "Yes,"

I looked at Colton and slumped down in his seat.

"Is what a lot of people would answer, but I don't know you well enough to even analyze the question properly."

Colton looked up at me with a confused look on his face. "But you've certainly heard the rumors, right? I'm the school's biggest jerk. I've dated all the girls in school. All that crap, right?"

I shook my head, "I'm going to be honest with you Colton, I didn't even know who you were until yesterday, and that's when my best friend told me all about this drama. I don't really care about rumors. I think it's all just pathetic."

There was a silence and it wasn't awkward at all, I was in fact, enjoying it.

"You're odd, you know that?" Colton said. I looked at him and sighed.

"Listen, I care about my grades. Not about making a dent in high school history. The only people I need to worry about making them proud is my dad and I. I don't really care about anyone else except Marie."

"Marie? Who's that?"

I wasn't surprised that Colton didn't know Marie, mostly no one did. "Don't worry about it." I replied.

Colton seemed to understand and he dropped the subject, "Hailey, will you help me?"

I looked at him. What is there for me to do? I don't think I could help him, at all. But his eyes looked into mine with desperation and hope. I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when I found myself saying, "I'll help you."

I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I wanted to help him. Colton didn't seem like a bad person, besides who cares about the distorted rumors that were being spread? I didn't. Half of the time, rumors aren't even true. They're just words that are said when the person spreading them are high off their own adrenaline. They're just a whole bunch of lies.

"Hailey?" Colton said, ripping me apart from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I looked over to him and saw that he was giving me a worrisome look. The way his eyebrows went up, and his eyes were filled with worries made my heart do something it has never do, jump.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I swallowed and looked at the time. It was eleven. I could still make it in time for American. "Well, if we're not going to do anything today, I'd like to go back to school. We could make it in time for third period."

Colton closed his eyes and slouched, "I really don't want to go back. Their eyes were burning holes on my face. I know I'm handsome, but it's too extreme."

I just looked at him, "I think you're just exaggerating," I sighed.

"This is the part where you throw me something, or say 'No way!'. Hailey, you seriously have no emotion, and it isn't any fun."

I turned my head, and then my phone started ringing. It was Marie, she was probably wondering where I was, and why I, of all people, have ditched school.

"Hailey Lydia Norton! Where are you? If you're dead or in trouble don't say anything!" Marie said through the phone.

"Marie, I'm fine. It's a long and complicated story." I looked over at Colton as I spoke into the phone.

"Wait, it doesn't sound like you're outside. Are you home? Did you feel sick?" I could feel Marie's worry even through the phone.

"No, I'm okay. I'm, uh, I'm at Colton Ander's house."

"Anderson." Colton corrected for me.

"I meant Anderson."

There was a silence over the phone. It was like as if Marie had frozen, but then again, who wouldn't?

"Oh, ha ha ha. I get it, you're getting back at me for last night, right? You arranged the whole thing with him coming to talk to you this morning, so I could stop bugging you with this drama, right? You're one smart person Hailey!"

I shook my head, although, I knew she couldn't see me. "I'm being serious," I passed the phone over to Colton, "Here, say hi."

"Uh, hello." Colton said into the phone. "Yes, uh huh. Okay," He handed me the phone back, "For you."

I took it and rolled my eyes, "Hello?"

"What!? You weren't kidding!? Hailey! I-I don't even know what to say! My head is spinning, oh God. Someone help. Oh no, I'm kidding, No, I'm fine, thank you."

I heard a small voice, probably someone who actually thought Marie was in pain.

"Marie, what happened?" I asked so she can just get to the point already.

"I walked to your locker; in case you haven't noticed I do that everyday, when I didn't see you! I waited like five minutes and then I thought you were late because you were talking to a teacher or something, 'cause you don't talk to anyone else, I walked to American and sat down waiting for you, but you never came, so I asked to go to the bathroom because naturally, my instinct was to call you. And when I do I find out that you went hooky on me to go out with Colton Anderson!"

I waited a couple of seconds before answering, "Are you done? It's not a big deal. I'll explain later, okay?"

There was a shuffling on the other side of the phone. "Hm, I'm still shocked, but okay. I'll talk to you later!"

Before I could say goodbye, Marie hung up. I put my phone down and looked over at Colton, "That was Marie."

"Ah, the one from this morning?" He asked.

I nodded. I didn't know why Marie was so surprised, but then again here I am at a total strangers house when I should be at school. I, myself, still didn't understand.

"Oh my, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink?" Colton asked me.

It was strange. His voice changed and so did his style of talking, and to be completely honest I was pretty creeped out.

"Uh, no thanks." I shivered as I said.

"Well, there was no need to be disgusted." Colton said chuckling a bit at his words.

"I wasn't disgusted, I just didn't know you could talk that way. It sounded so sweet and fake."

"You're blunt." Colton replied.

"Or so I've been told," I responded back. "My aunts always say that. That's the reason why they hate being with me, although, my father knows nothing of this."

"I meant mine as a compliment, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't, but thank you." I looked at him. I don't think anyone has ever complimented me.

Colton moved closer to me and gave me a light smile, "Hailey, how would you like waffles?"
I stared at Colton as he shoved a piece of waffle into his mouth. He had made waffles for us, chocolate chip waffles. I inhaled in the goodness. I have never had homemade waffles, so I was a bit weary to taste them, but I wasn't going to be rude. I grabbed a piece of the waffle and put it in my mouth. I wasn't prepared for the deliciousness that followed.

"How are they?" Colton asked, his eyes not on me, but on the waffles in front of him.

"They're actually good." I answered. I kept biting into the waffle, soon I was done. Without thinking I grabbed another one and began eating it as well.

I didn't notice nor feel Colton staring at me. I was to engrossed with the waffle, but after I realized, my chest gave a hard thump.

"What?" I asked.

"You seem to be enjoying them." He smiled.

I nodded, "I have never had homemade waffles, and I have to say that they are amazing."

There was a silence. I looked up and saw Colton staring at me intensely.

"You're smiling."

I put a hand to mouth, "Oh, I guess I am."

"So that's what it looks like! I knew you would be cute if you just smiled. And well, if you dressed up like an actual girl."

"Cute? I'm sorry, but if you think that is how to flatter me, you're wrong. I could care less about being cute, or girly, or even attractive."

I was completely caught off guard, hearing him say the word 'cute' grossed me out but also made me self conscious. I have never cared and I'm not going to start now. But that being said, my heart was beating fast, and I wanted to see what kind of expression was on my face.

"Hailey," He said, "I didn't mean it like that. It slipped out, but you do look cute."

It was an actual compliment from a guy. I had always told my dad that if a compliment ever comes from a guy, it wouldn't matter because I'm not interested in dating. But my eyes widened a bit, and my breathe got caught in my throat. Not that I cared.

"Thanks." I said bluntly.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said grabbing the materials he used and placed them in the sink, "I just felt like saying it."

I didn't know what was happening, and it's not that I didn't like it, because I didn't know how I felt about it, but all I knew is that the air around us became a little suffocating, and that's what I didn't like. For a split second I thought to myself, 'This is how he got all the girls. By sweet talking them.' But it didn't feel like it. The feeling wasn't the same. There was a hint of sincereness in his voice.

I completely omitted everything and began with a new topic, trying to be subtle.

"Moving on then," I sighed.

Colton let out a hefty chuckle. I looked over at him and stared for a bit. After a while, he stared back at me, slowing huffing his chest.

"This isn't awkward." He let out in one sigh.

"You just made it awkward." I replied.

"It was awkward from the beginning."

I stared at him for a little while longer, my eyes lingering on his bright hazel eyes. "What do you plan on doing?"

That must of struck a string, he flinched and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I actually haven't thought about it..." He said nervously.

I wasn't surprised, actually it was like as if I was used to it. What really shocked me was the way I acted yesterday. I apologized, I guaranteed something to him, I was caught off guard. Those things aren't like me. But they happened anyways.


I looked up and saw Colton extending an arm on my shoulder. I looked up, "Yes?"

"Are you okay? The blood just drained from your face. Are you feeling alright?"

I nodded and shrugged it off, I'm fine, right?

"I'm alright." I answered back. I was lost in my train of thought. "What were you saying?" I asked.

Colton sighed, not in irritation. At least, that's what it sounded like.

"Embie, she was amazing." His voice was barely audible. "She taught me so many things. It's crazy how I saw her as an object; she was so much more than that."

What surprised me was his usage of the past tense. It has already accepted that she's gone, so what could he possibly want my help with?

"So when she told me it was over, my heart shattered. I didn't, no, I couldn't feel anything. I was in complete shock. I think I love her, Hailey."

'I think I love her.' That phrase struck me. He was using past tense, but used love instead of loved. I would hope he still has feelings, it's been one day after their break up.

"How long were you guys dating?" I asked as I played with a loose string on my shirt.

"Six months. I was going to take her to a fancy restaurant and tell her that I was really serious about her. Tell her that she was the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I obviously didn't get the chance too."

His face showed how hurt he felt and it made me feel really bad for him.

"I don't mean to be inconsiderate, but what do you want to do about it?"

Colton looked at me pleadingly, "Help me change. Help me become someone Embie will like."

This was unexpected, I didn't know how to respond. I thought he was going to ask me to make her jealous, help him get revenge on her, or even just help him get her back as soon as possible. But helping him change? I didn't think up the possibility.

"Change how, exactly?" I asked confused.

There was a silence as I waited for him to respond. I was willing to help him change. I believed that he could.

"But you do know that even if you change you're going to be perceived the same, right? Listen, I believe you can change," I stopped and looked at him and stared into his eyes, "I'll help you in any way I can; it isn't going to be easy."

"I know and I'm willing to take that chance. Embie deserves somebody great, and I want to be that somebody." His reply was quick and I knew he was being serious.

"Okay, first you need to tell me what's true and what isn't." I needed to understand his situation and establish what's the truth.

"Okay, fine." He sighed and ran a hand through his ruffled hair, "Yes, I did date a lot of girls. Yes, I do have a lot of experience. Yes, I was ruthless with girls. Yes, I broke up with them using the same exact words Embie said to me, but I really did have feelings for Embie. No, I didn't kick my parents out. No, I haven't killed anyone."

I was focused on the floor in front of me, but when Colton stopped talking I looked up. He had tears in his eyes and it was clear he was fighting them back.

"Yes," he let out breathlessly, "I was abandoned by my parents."

He must've felt like I was a comfortable person to talk to; he let out all his emotions apparently. But him telling me about his parents made me reflect and I ended up with tears in my eyes too. If there's one thing I know for sure, is that you have to be pretty strong to not let those tears fall.

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