There Is No Girl As Beautiful As You - Chapter 2

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Alex’s POV

I looked at the clock, 8:12, the second hand moving in super slow motion. I tried to ignore the blazing stare from Aden, but I couldn’t. I turned to look at him and his eyes were trying to apologize. I wanted to look away, but something wasn’t letting me. I knew that I should, but I wanted to continue starring at those jade eyes of his. I was about to say something when Ms. Heaphy asked me a question.

"When Picasso started painting in a sad mood, what was the color of most painting, and what was this period called?"
"Uh, the color was always blue and this was called his Blue Period," I say, relieved that it was an easy question.
"Hmph. Just don’t get distracted with Mr. Aden," she says.

Everyone laughs, and I just sink low in my seat trying to hide. Thankfully though, the period ends. I gather my things as quickly as possible, but I just had to be clumsy me. I kneel down and grab most of my things when he says, "Here, you forgot this," and hands me my purple notebook. He knows most of the things I wrote down in that notebook and doesn’t want anyone to read it.

"Thanks," I mutter looking down and walk away.


Aden’s POV

I know she’d take it this way. She just never let anyone in and I come along. She tells me everything, I left, and now she is in her closed up box and isn’t going to cave in - not yet anyway.



I’ve looked for her everywhere and I can’t find her. Where is she? I look again in our secret place when I hear faint sobs. I follow the sound and I find her at last.

"Why are you crying?’ I ask.
"Don’t scare me like that!" She yells before saying harshly, "as if you even care?"
"You think I don’t care? I’ve been looking for you for the past hour around the whole school? I’m your best friend-"

"Who said you were my best friend?"
"Look, I’m the only one you’ve been hanging around lately. I know something is changed, so what is it?" I ask, my voice rising just a tiny bit.
"Okay, this," she folds up her sweater sleeve and shows me the black and blue bruises, "is what happened." I stand there speechless. How could anyone do that to her?

"Who did it?" I ask, caring way past the best friend line.
"My mother. Ever since dad left she has been hitting me. She blames me, but it was her fault. She was the one who got drunk and slept with another man," she says bitterly.
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"Because I didn’t think you would care."
"That’s stupid."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have-" she starts crying again. The sight breaks my heart and I put my arm around her. I smooth out her hair and I kiss her on the cheek in a friendly way, but I leave my lips there for a long while. I want to kiss her, and I know I shouldn’t, so I don’t.

That day is still replaying in my head over and over again. I was looking for her to tell her that I was moving away and that I couldn’t recite the speech with her that Friday, but that would only make it worse. Well, now I think that not telling her took her away from me forever.
Published: 5/2/2013
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