Dancing With The Player | ✓

Chapter 26

Brielle

5:45 AM

"Turn off the alarm Sam."

"Uh-huh," she grumbled half-heartedly, reaching over and beating down on my alarm clock. I sleepily rubbed my eyes, my throbbing headache greeting me.

"Ow," I mumbled, trying my hardest to sit up but my pounding head impeded me. I glanced at the clock before letting out a long groan. Today I would have to face my school.

Fighting against my instinct to lay back down and forget about today, I rose from my bed and began to get ready. I picked a sweater and a pair of baggy sweatpants to wear in an attempt to feel less exposed than I already did.

Before I knew it, Sam and I were driving towards the school. My pulse spiked as I felt all the anxiety from the day before hitting me.

I can't do this.

Sam seemed to sense my panic as she turned towards me. "Everything is going to be okay."

I half-heartedly nodded, not truly believing it myself. I wasn't just nervous about the pictures being released, but I was also anxious about facing Christopher after what he did to me.

Once my mind wandered on the topic, an inescapable thought crossed my mind. What if he had seen the pictures? I covered my mouth in horror, trying not to let my tears leak past my eyes.

"Brielle, we don't have to do this," Sam reassured me. "We can go home right now, just say the word." I wanted so badly to take the offer, but I resisted. I had to face my problems eventually.

"I can do this."

When we finally parked, I felt as though I would nearly faint. My knees buckled as I tried to get out of the car, causing me to almost trip on my own two feet. I quickly recovered and wiped my clammy hands on my sweat pants.

Almost immediately as I walked into the school, I felt all eyes on me. I had felt this feeling only once before, when Christopher and I were first dating, but this felt ten times worse. The gazes were harsh and judgmental. I could almost hear all the names that they were calling me.

I turned my gaze to my shoes, not wanting to focus on the attention. The hallways grew quiet as I passed through. I heard the hushed whisper of a couple of football players followed by loud laughter, and I already knew that I was the punchline.

I fought back my tears, not wanting to give people the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Despite my choice of clothing I still felt naked. No amount of sweatshirts or sweatpants would change that. I just couldn't shake the feeling that everyone had seen me at my most vulnerable without my consent.

I let out a sigh of relief when Sam and I finally reached our lockers. I pressed my forehead on the cool metal, trying to calm myself down.

"That wasn't so hard was it?' Sam asked softly.

"It was awful."

She pouted, pulling me into a hug. "I know, but I promise that in time it will get better. It always does."

I nodded my head as I entered my combination. As I yanked my locker open I felt my stomach drop.

Inside was practically a memorial of Christopher and I's relationship. Pictures of us smiling hung on the locker suspended my magnets. Sitting on the top shelf was a teddy bear that he gave me and the leftover candy from last week. I reached for the old card that rested on top, opening it.

Dear Brielle,

I think people are getting suspicious of who keeps sending you all the presents. We should only limit communication to notes for security purposes. I've also created code names to disguise our identities. From now on, I'll address you as TheMostBeautifulGirl and I'll address myself as TheLuckiestGuy to maintain our secret. Destroy this note when you're finished.