We were closing in on Tommy's car, and, luckily for us, the security guard was not the skinniest person in the world. But Blake was the number 1 track runner in the state, so when I reached for the door handle, he grabbed my hand, this time making sure I didn't flip him, and pinned me against the car crushing his lips to mine. The kiss, if you can even call it that, was stopped soon after Derek saw what was happening, punched Blake and kneed him in the stomach. Derek reclaimed my hand and pulled me into the back seat of the car and yelled at Tommy to drive, drive, DRIVE!!! We were soon on the freeway heading home and Security had given up on catching us, but we had left my car. Dammit!!! I tried to tell Derek, but he was glowering and mumbling something under his breathe. The excitement of the day had tired me out so I quickly fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was in my own bed, but I was still dressed in the clothes I had worn that day. I turned on the light, got out of bed, grabbed a clean pair underwear and a clean bra, and stumbled into the bathroom, tripping over a big bed of blankets. I went to the shower, undressed and turned on the water to the hottest setting. That day was the most exciting day I had had in a very long time. I thought about the days events until the water turned cold, so I hopped out of the shower, dressed and jumped into bed. I was out in seconds.
My dreams were great.
I was beating the shit out of Blake, and Derek was helping me.
I guess I appeared to be fighting with my blankets, because I woke up to Derek and Tommy untangling me from them. At first I let them until I realized what I was wearing and grabbed the blankets away from them, blushing furiously. Remembering that I was so unprepared to stop Blake from kissing me I tried to cover my crying face from them, and they kept prying until they had dragged me off the bed and each grabbed one of my wrists. They pulled them away from my face, only to drop them to my sides as tears streamed down my face. I tried to quickly run away, but fell on my face into a dirty T-shirt, picked it up and ran. I guess I aroused many strange looks for walking through town looking like shit, only in a T-shirt so it was easy for Derek to find me.
He was just about to reach me and began "Bella, I..." but I was caught off guard by some talent scouts pushing past me to Derek asking if he would join their teams. Derek grabbed my hand and we ran. We seemed to be doing a lot of that today. He pulled me into Sephora, had then do my make up, then pulled me into a Betsey Johnson store, buying me the first dress he saw. Did I ever mention how rich he is? He could stay at the fanciest hotel for a year and his mom's account number would barely change. He pulled me into one of those abandoned shopping centers a few miles from the hospital.
He was just about to tell me something when Blake appeared with a gun. "Give me the girl, Derek." he said pointing the gun at him. I hopped up and stood in between him and Derek, shooting daggers and said, "If you want him, you've got to go threw me, jackass." Blake surprised me by jumping up and twisting my wrist so hard and fast I didn't even feel the pain until he had shot Derek in the leg. I called the cops, and stalled Blake until they got there. We left the building and I dragged Derek to the hospital. When I was in wrist care I saw Tommy running to Derek and chuckled, but I then remembered that it was my fault. I knew he wouldn't hold it against me but still...
Then next week was pretty chill but he was still in the hospital, and he wouldn't be in Kung fu for a while. I was now banned from his house. He was a rich football player, and I was a mutt. An orphan, and his family was always looking for an excuse to ban me and now they had one. Everyone at Kung Fu, even Tommy, hated me and I can't say I blamed them. It was Blake's stupidity that got him hurt, but it was me too. My wrist was hurt, but I could still do Kung Fu, but Derek couldn't even stand.
When Derek was released from the hospital, everyone was there for his welcome party but me. They might have thought it rude but I didn't. After all I wasn't invited and for all they cared it was me who should've gotten shot. I wish I was there smiling for him, but he didn't seem to miss me, because when I drove past he was smiling like there was nothing missing. Like he was whole. I guess it was time to switch; I now had the hole in my heart, and he was fine. But I didn't have anyone to comfort me. I used to have more friends than Derek, but they had all turned on me except for Brenda for a little while. Brenda tried to tell me once that it wasn't my fault. I argued an then she turned on me. I was telling the truth.
It was all my fault he got hurt...
Just like it was my fault his dad is dead now.
End of part 2
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The other version of this wad more action packed, and this has the same general scheme, but I toned it down a little. Thanks for reading!!!