The WRONG Direction (Your love cuts like a knife) Laughable

My eyes bulged open as I gasped for air and shut them tightly quickly trying to figure out why my broken arm was throbbing painfully. I couldnt help but moan in agony, I was laying in a quite awkward position; on top of my cast. It felt like my arm was slowly breaking again.
"Rissa!"
I jumped and screamed loudly while Brandon almost banged on my door making my head ache badly. Why the hell would he be banging at my door at seven in the morning? Ok well it might be because of my pain filled moans, but he should have followed suite with the rest of my peers who couldn't care less. I sat up freeing my hand and gasped hugging it loosely waiting for the pain to stop before I moved another muscle.
Oh yea, Sean is going to pay.
There is no way I'm getting the door
Well apparently I don't have to.
Well that's for sure; Brandon walked into my room in only a pair of grey sweat pants and a white tee shirt. My room was bright due to sun shining though my bedroom window and I couldnt help but laugh noticing his freckles. He ran a hand over his face looking bemused and scowled a little before sitting down next to me.
"Ha, ha. Most girls think theyre cute."
"They are." I blurted out and his eyes widened while my heart raced.
"How did you get into my room and why are you here?"
My eyes strayed over to my window mainly because I was trying to hide my reddened cheeks. What kind of guy barges into a girl's room at seven in the morning? I mean we just met a few hours ago and there he was sitting on my bed like it was; normal. When did I become a flirt? Ok so his freckles are cute but I didn't have to blurt it out like that. I could just imagine what he would say when he joined the rest of my peers while they tormented me. 'The crazy pauper girl thinks my freckles are cute'.
Uh, the truth hurts?
"Well I'm good at picking locks and! You were moaning in pain, what kind of guy I would be if I didn't come to the rescue Rissa?!" He wore a goofy smirk on his face but my eyes strayed to jet back hair that gleamed in the sun falling over his own. It was apparent there was more to Brandon than meets the eye that's for sure. He lifted my arm and slipped a finger under my cast pressing down on a single spot before the pain was just; gone.
"How did you?" He smiled widely flaunting those pearly whites of his.
"I've broken my arm like five times, and my father's a doctor so." Before I could thank him his watch beeped and his brown orbs widened in shock. He looked like my puppy Jake when I forget to feed him.
"Im late."
"For what?"
"Basketball tryouts."
"So go."
"Uh, I don't want to."
"So why the shocked face?" He shrugged.
"Come with me."
"No!"
"I saved you! You owe me!"
"You barged into my room, and invaded my privacy."
"Your arm stopped hurting right?"
"Brandon!"
The aroma of Starbucks coffee lingered around me while I sipped on a latte watching five guys run laps around the large gym. I sat at the top of the bleachers for two reasons. So Brandon would stop looking at me when he thought my main focus was my caffeine addiction and so when Jason and his goons showed up I'd be out of sight. Prescott Academy has always been known for its basket ball team. Every year they hold tryouts but only the most talented players make it onto the team. I always watched, growing up around guys, basketball became my favorite sport. I was forced to play for hours with Sean, Trent, and Gerald. Even if Jason saw me, if he recognized me under the Pink hooded sweatshirt my ,mother made me promise to wear and blue denim jeans I'd have to say he's stalking me; and I'd rather not.
Well he might be.
Needless to say I was dragged out of my dorm room and into the gym by Brandon who wanted me there 'for luck'. Either he's a really friendly person or just has a few screws loose; I'm thinking he's not all there but who am I to talk? Jason and Shane walked into the gym and the coach jogged over shouting pleasantries and praise; of course if he didn't he'd be fired. Jason and his goons dominated the whole team and it was up them who made it and who didn't. I clutched a small mp3 player I got for my birthday in my left hand while it blasted my favorite songs enjoying my coffee. My eyes widened while Jason and Brandon talked like old friends; me having even one friend at Prescott academy? That was laughable. I got up making my way towards the ends of the bleachers and started climbing down holding onto the railing with my good hand tightly. Even though I knew sooner or later Brandon would become 'one of them' I secretly hoped I was wrong. Was it so bad for me to have one friend who liked me for who I was? I guess so.
I slipped on the last step and lost my balance but before I hit the gym floor someones arms wrapped around me. Of course it wasnt Jason or Shanes arms that draped around me protectively.
"Why didnt you let her fall?"
"Why would I?"
"You do know who she is right?"
My stomach turned and the throbbing pain in my arm returned as I fought to get away from Brandon who would not let me go.
"Uh. Melissa, Vanessa, Garrison."
I swung around wondering how the hell he knew my whole name. He was new after all, and wasn't around when I was called to get my room key. I mean why was he dragging me around with him, of course it wasn't because of my 'looks' hundreds for 'Barbie-ish' females lived on campus; no theres much more to this.

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