My Best Friend., Brooke.m. [librera reader TXT] 📗

Ground. I Started Walking. “Whatever, Freak” His Eyes Narrowed. I Stopped In My Tracks. I Starred Him Down, And Kicked Him Right In The Nose. “I Guess I Am A Freak Huh?” I Said Walking Away. Out Of The Crowd, And To My Next Class. The Next Classes I had Were Heath, And Science. Easy Classes, So The Flew Right By. The Thought Of Logan Gave Me Goose Bumps As The Lunch Bell Rang. So I Dealt With School, And Greg Has To Deal With His Broken, Nose; But Its Time To Deal With Logan.
On One Condition...

I Walked Out Of Third Period With My Books And Went Straight to My Locker. I Knew people Were Starring At Me, I Used To Wear Pink, And Heels, And Skirts. I Would Stare At me Too If My Look Went From That To Emo Chick. When I Opened My Lock I Got My Phone And Closed It Shut. Walking Out The School Doors I Bumped Into Logan. He Flinched His Head To The Direction Of The Schools Broken Up Park. It Used To be Huge But Some Dumb Asses Burned It Down, Left Was 3 And A Half Swings, And A Quarter Of A Slide With Some Rusted Steps. They Built A New One On The Other Side Of The School, So I Guess That’s An Advantage, Its High School, No One Likes Play Places. I Followed Logan, And He Sat On One Swing. I Slowly Sat Down O The One Next To Him, And Broke the Silence. “Logan, I’m Sorry, About Everything…” I Said. “Its Okay, You Changed Back, Sort Of” He Smirked. “But Why Did You Just Leave Me Like That? “Friends Forever” My Ass.” He Went On. “I Know, I broke That Promise… And I Don’t Know Why I Left You, Its Not Like I Planned It Logan” My Voice Grew Stronger. “Not Like you planned It? I never Said you Did, You Ditched Me To Become Miss Bitch, How Is That A Plan Anyway?” His Voice Grew Angry, Mine Grew Weak. “ I Didn’t Want This, I Was Just Dating Greg, Then I Became The New Face Of The School, I Was Fine. I Was Normal.” I Said. I Lifted My Hands To Wrap Around The Chains Of The Swing. My Sleeves Rolled Up To My Elbow. He Looked Over As I Pushed Off The Ground To Swing, Revealing To Him Directly My Scars. “Why?” He Demanded An Answer. “Why What?” I Was Confused At First. “Why Did you Do That?” He Was Mad. A Flash Back hit Me. The First Time I Ever Seen Logan Cut Himself. We Were In Grade Eight, Two Years Ago. We Were At This House Party For The End Of The Year, We Were Having The Best Time Until The Girl Natalie’s Phone Rang. When She Answered It, It Was About Logan’s Sister Riana. She Was Rushed To The Hospital. Logan’s Face Stood Still. The Hole House Paused And Started Trying To Calm him Down. “Logan, Stop And Breathe” I Remembered Telling him. “I have To Go Get her, My Parents Are Out Of Town, So Is Matt” He Said. Matt Was Is Older Brother. Logan And Riana Were Staying At My House For A Week Till There Family Got In To See Them. I Could See Logan Was Hurt. Bad. “We Can Go Together, I Promise, She’s Going To Be Fine” He Ran Out The Door And Down The Street To The 3 Mile Away Hospital. I Ran After Him, But I Could Only Run So Fast. When I Got There, Logan Was Sniffing Up His Final Tears. Riana, Died On The Spot. Loss of Blood. Cause of ‘Accident’? Suicide. “Logan, I’m So Sorry” I Told Him. He Jerked His Shoulder From Beneath My Hand. “Its Your Fault!, You Made Me Go To That Stupid Party, I Should Have Been With Her!” He Stormed Out Of The Hospital. He Was Right. Riana Was Only 12, Me and Logan Were 14 Almost 15. The Generation Was Odd Back Then. Riana Was Different; She Had Glasses And Red Hair. A Typical Nerd In Most Peoples Eyes. She Cried Herself To Sleep Each Night, Afraid Of Going To School. She Was Bullied, And It Lead To Suicide. I Rushed Home To See If Logan Was There, And He Was, Sitting On The Porch With Blood Drenched Wrists. I Took Slow Steps Of The Remembered Creaky Steps, And Sighed. “Get Away From me” He Strongly Pushed Out Of His Throat. “Logan, What Did you do!” I Ran Into the House And Grabbed A Towel. I Pressed It On His Wrist Slightly And Looked At Him. “Logan, Please, This Isn’t The Right This To Do!” I Shouted At Him. “I Lost Her” he Said Crying. “But You Didn’t She’s In A Better Place, No Bullies, No Pain,” It Was Like The Flash Back Was Happening Again. “Sorry” He Said. “You Didn’t Loose Me Logan, Friends Forever, I Promise” I Smiled. He Looked At Me And Hugged Me Tightly, With My Hand Still On The Towel, On His Wrist. We Went Inside And Got Him Cleaned Up, I Listened To Him Talk About Why He Did It, The Cutting. He Just Didn’t Ever Stop. Then The Flash back Ended. He Would Never Wish his Life Style On Anyone, But He Wouldn’t Take It Back To Save A Life. “I Was Hurt, I Was Dumped And Alone, And I Didn’t Know What Else To Do, Geez.” I Rolled Down My Sleeves. I Got Up And Started Walking Away. He Ran Behind Me And Dragged Me Back To My Swing. “Friends?” I Asked Looking At Him. His Anger Stopped A Bit. “On One Condition” He Replied. I Was Scared. He Smirked And Started Laughing. My Eyes Narrowed And I Forced A Laugh. “You Have To Hug Me” He Said Smirking. I Let Out A Sigh Of Relief. I Thought He Was Going To Make Me Kiss An Elephants Butt Or Something. “Wait Two Conditions” He Said Quickly. I Sighed Again. Dang. “You have To Stop Doing That To Yourself, You’re my Best Friend, I Can’t Have You Risking Your Life” He Stammered. “Okay Ill Stop, I Promise” I Said. Thank God. There Was Between Us. ‘Want That Hug Now?” I Laughed. He Nodded As I lunged At Him Knocking Him off The Swing. “I Missed You” I Said tightening My Grip Around him. A Few tears Hit his Cheek As They Fell Off Mine. “Are You Crying?” He Laughed. “No, I Have Something In My Eye You Asswipe” I Said Lifting Up And Wiping Them Quickly. He Started Laughing. “Fine Be In Denial, But I Missed You Too Iz” I Smirked At Him. The Bell Rang, Time For 4th Period. I Was Glad We Were Friends. It Didn’t Take Him Much To Forgive Me. I Playfully Punched Him In The Gut And Ran Off To The Doors. To My Locker. Grabbed My Books. And Off To Art. Best Class Ever.

Art Class

When I Got Into Class, I Looked Around. Mr.Califf Was Standing In front Of the Class, Guiding The Named Off Kids To There New Seats. I Had Both Greg And Logan In that Class; And Brooke Too Wrap Up That Nightmare. I Was Afraid To Find Out Where I Sit, Because I Didn’t Like Brooke Or Greg, I Was Hoping To Sit Beside Logan. I Wanted to Be with Him As Much As I Could, So That I would Never Loose Him Again. The Thought Of Loosing him , Made Me Actually Want To Die Inside. I Sighed. Mr.Califf Called My Name. “Elizabeth, Come Here, Your New Seat Is In The Back Of The Class, Beside… Hmmm” he Paused. “I Must Have Doubled The Person For That Seat Hold On” He Said Hitting His Pen On The Side Of His Cheek. He Was My Favorite Teacher. Funny, And Goes To The Students For Advice. “Pick A Number, One, Two Or Three” He Told Me. I Didn’t Know What To Pick. What If I Picked A Horrible Person, Over One I Wanted? Ugh! “Hmmm… 2” I Blurted Out. “Greg, Lets Go, Take A Seat Beside Elizabeth” He Said. I Sighed And Slammed My Books On The Table. Great. “Okay Sir” Greg Said. I Rolled My Eyes As He Winked At Me. When he Took His Seat Beside Me, I Firmly Said “Do Your Work, And Ill Do Mine”. I Wasn’t Bad At Art, I Mean I Would Never Show Anyone My Work, Except Logan, But I Did Love Sketching. “Fine, And Thanks For the Broken nose Bitch” He Smirked. I Knew He Was Joking About The Bitch Part. I Am A Bitch, But Not A Bad Sort Of Bitch You Run From. I Rolled My eyes. “Your Welcome, Oh And Your Slut Is Looking At You” I Pointed Over To The Seat Beside Marilia Andersons. She Winked And Waved. I Laughed. She Was Only Trying to Make Me Jealous, But I Cared Nothing For Greg. There Was This Time When Me And Greg Got Into A Fight, When We Were Dating. The First Thing He Did When I Said “were Over” Was Walk off to Some Next Chick and Make out with Her, Right, In front, Of, Me. I Remembered Logan Being There With Me The Hole Time. When Greg Apologized, I Ran Right Back To Him. I Looked Over At Logan, In The Seat 3 Across From Us In The Back. He Held Out His Palm And Air Write With A Fake Pen. I Knew He Wanted To Write Notes. I loved That About Logan. He’s So Corny, And Cute. Its Funny Watching Him Act Goofy, Trying To Make Me Laugh. The Only Problem Was, Logan Was Dark And Mysterious. He Loved Black, And The Feeling Of Pain. I Was Starting To Wonder If He Was Rubbing Off On Me. That Didn’t Scare Me As Much As It Did When We Were Younger. I nodded At Him and Took out A Piece of Sketch Paper. We Didn’t Just “Write Notes”. Logan And Me Were Both Amazing Artists, Who Hide Are Talents. So We Drew Pictures And Wrote Little Captions. That’s Our ‘Notes’. I Started Sketching Greg, His Round Thin Face With A Chubby Cheek Form. Little Nose and Bright Eyes; With A Nice Smile to Match. Then I Darkened The Teeth, Added A Few Broken