Wounded

Chapter 6....

After agreeing to get coffee with Brett, I let another nurse come in to give him his medicine and discharge him. When I left his room, I was mentally slapping myself at my foolish decision. Why the hell did I agree to get coffee with him? My mouth was saying the opposite of what my head was telling me to do.

The rest of my shift was spent thinking of Brett, something I shouldn't allow myself to do. I knew how this would end, but I couldn't seem to stop my mind from showing his face every two seconds. Just seeing him again was throwing me for a loop. These past eight years I had tried to get over him, tried not to think of him at all. And now that he was here, all the promises to myself that I would stay away were fading by the second.

When I finally got home after nine, my mind was in overdrive. Now that I was not occupied with work, my mind was freely thinking of Brett. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of the image of his face. He looked a lot better than he used to and that was saying a lot.

Brett Perkins use to be the "it" kid in high school. Everyone wanted to be friends with him and all the girls wanted to date him. He was the hot guy who everyone couldn't help but admire. I was one of those girls, admiring him from afar. For the life of me I wanted to not be attracted to Brett, wanting any excuse to hate him, but he didn't make it easy. He didn't get his "golden boy" status for no reason.

Brett was the guy you couldn't help but like. If you dropped something in the hallway he would stop and pick it up. If a kid was shoved to the ground, Brett was there to put a stop to it. He was literally liked by everyone. Of course, he had his own baggage and bad days but he never let anyone know.

I would never forget the day I met Brett face-to-face. It was a few months into my sophomore year. I was in the library trying to get a book from the top shelf when I suddenly pulled every single book off the shelf. They all fell down on me, which resulted in a small cut above my eyebrow from the corner of a book. I was in the middle of getting up when a pair of hands grabbed mine and hauled me up.

When my eyes met his bright green ones, I was a goner. He didn't even bother with books and instead gathered me in his arms and brought me right to the nurse. I had argued at the time but one look from him and I was quiet.

He was so sweet and stayed with me the entire time the nurse bandaged me up. The next day, he went out of his way to check up on me and make sure I was okay. Somehow, out of everyone in our entire high school, he picked me. Me, the nerd, Kayla Winters. The girl who was shy and rarely talked to anyone but her three friends.

Every day for a week, much to my surprise, Brett came to my locker and asked me how I was. I think it surprised everyone else when the most popular boy in school started to hang out with the nobody. But being around Brett didn't make me feel like a nobody. Every day, after the whole library incident, we hung out until he finally asked me out about a month later.

From that day on, we were great. We rarely fought, and if we did it only lasted a few hours before the two of us were apologizing. Brett was the best boyfriend a girl could have, and every day for the two years we dated I thanked my lucky stars he was all mine.

When he left, it broke my heart and it was still broken. Loving someone so fully and without regrets just made the hole that much bigger when it ends. After all this time, I wish I could forget his green eyes. I wished I could forget his laugh and how he made me smile. But I also wished I could forget how he left, but I can't and I wish I could.