Complicated Feelings [BOOK ONE] ✔

By Chey All Rights Reserved ©

Drama / Other


“There is nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.” - Cynthia Hand

| l a y n e |

It is noon and Clara is walking to the willow on her school grounds. The past month has been hard for all of us and, honestly, I hardly remember it; I only clearly remember the day that Harriet left us. Today is going to be the day we all remember.

Clara reaches the top of the small hill and sits next to me at the base of the willow. I put my arm around her shoulders and she moves closer to me. I kiss her hair softly and she blushes. I smirk at her and she playfully hits me.

“What’s so important, Layne?”

“You’ll know soon,” I reply.

“Layne,” Clara whines.

“Do you have any patience?′

“Dumb question.”

“Cee Bee.”


“Do you want the song or speech?”

“Hmm... I’ll go with the song.”

I smile. “Okay.”

If I don’t say this now I will surely break
As I’m leaving the one I wanna take
Forget the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
I’ll look after you

There now, steady love, so few come and don’t go
Will you, won’t you be the one I’ll always know?
When I’m losing my control the city spins around
You’re the only one who knows how to slow it down

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
I’ll look after you and I’ll look after you

If ever there was a doubt
My love, she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says ‘most assuredly’

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
I’ll look after you, after you
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh

It’s always have and never hold
You’ve begun to feel like home, yeah
What’s mine is yours to leave or take
What’s mine is yours to make your own

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, be my baby

Clara claps, blushing slightly. “That was lovely.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Clara, will you be my girlfriend?”

Her eyes widen. “Am I dreaming?”

“No,” I chuckle. “This is real.”

“I will.”

My jaw drops. “S-Seriously?”


Clara kisses me and I kiss her back. She moves onto my lap and cups my face in her small hands. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me. She smiles against my lips and I trace my tongue along her bottom lip, only for her to pull away, again.

“Seriously, Cee?” I groan.

Clara smiles. “We have to go.”


“School’s closed for the rest of the day.”

“What happened this time?”


“Dylan Peters?”


“Isn’t he your age or something?”

“He’s graduating tomorrow.”

“Damn it.”

“It was instinct! He was going to hit me!”

“I’m not arguing.”

“Good. I hate arguing with you, Lucy, Zeke and Jer.”

“Not Nick?”

“I used to. I’ve gotten used to it.”

“What about...her?”

“That would require talking, which hasn’t happened in almost two months,” Clara sighs. “We never argued know.”


“Anyway. Let’s go.”

Clara gets off me and stands up. I grab my bag and her bag, standing up. I take hold of her hand and we walk down the small hill, away from the willow. We head to the school parking lot and get surrounded by the school jocks.

“Thompson,” one says. “You have stooped low.”

“Go away, Jacob,” I sigh.

“Why should I? We want revenge.”

“You’re not getting anything.”

“Layne,” Clara whispers. “There’s too many.”

I count at least seven. “Call Lucy or Zeke.”

She presses a button on her phone.

“Hello?” Lucy asks.

“Lucy!” Clara hisses. “School. Help. Now!”

“We’re on our way.”

“Jer. Zeke. Hurry!” She hangs up.

“Freak!” Jacob yells. “Who did you call?”


“Listen, freak. Cough up or you’ll go back to hospital.”

“Don’t talk to Clara like that!” I growl.

“I’ll talk to it however I feel like!” Jacob snaps.

| c l a r a |

“I’ll talk to it however I feel like!” Jacob snaps.

I punch him in the jaw and he stumbles backwards. Ben charges at me and I kick him in the gut. Toby swings a punch at Layne, and I catch his fist, twisting his arm until I hear a snap and a loud, shrill scream.

Nicholas kicks my left shin hard and I hiss in pain. I punch him between the eyes and he collapses. Chris and Zack aim punches at my head and I am suddenly pulled back. Their fists hit and I hear bones crunching.

“Stay down!” Zeke hisses in my ear.

“Let me go, Maybrick!” I growl.

“Get hurt then!”

Zeke lets me go and I jump into the fight, literally. Thomas has Layne in a headlock, and I jump on his back. I squeeze my hands around Thomas’ throat and he claws at my hands for a few seconds before collapsing. I get off him and glare at him.

Jeremy yells out and I spin around. There is a Swiss army knife sticking out of Jeremy’s thigh and, sadly, Max is holding onto it. I knock Max away and pull the knife out of Jeremy’s thigh. I throw the knife into the bushes and Jeremy nods his thanks weakly.

Lucy yells out a warning and I duck just before Jacob’s fist hits my head. I get low and spin, kicking his legs out from under him. I move behind him and he stumbles back. He trips over me and lands on the tar, his head hitting someone’s gut by the sound of it.

Once Jacob is down, I get up and survey the area. Ben is holding his gut, Toby is cradling his broken arm, Nicholas, Thomas and Max are knocked out, Chris and Zack are holding their broken fists, and Jacob is groaning on the ground, half passed out.

After I have looked them over, I turn to my friends and barely hold back a gasp. Nick is holding his arm, Lucy has a bruising eye, Zeke has a broken nose, Jeremy is tying his shirt above the stab wound and Layne looks like he is out cold. I run over to him and kneel next to him.

“Layne!” I exclaim.

“Not again!” Nick groans.

I get my water bottle.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” Layne pants.

“Damn it, Layne!” Lucy says, exasperated.

“Sorry, guys.”

I lift his head up and put the water bottle to his lips. He gulps half the bottle before I have a chance to pull it away. He opens his eyes and searches my face for any pain. He must find some because he quickly sits up, scanning me.

“Where are you hurt?” Layne demands.

“I’m fine, Layne,” I lie.

“You can’t lie to me.”

“Nicholas kicked my left leg.”

“He’s dead.”

“We need to go,” Lucy interrupts.

“Yeah,” Zeke agrees.

We all get in the car and Lucy drives us to the hospital. She returns with Nick’s arm in a sling and Jeremy with bandages around his thigh. We then head home and, when we get there, I start to take care of everyone. It always used to be like this, and now it has started again.

I give Lucy a bag of frozen peas, clean the blood off Zeke’s face and pop his nose back into place, wrap up Nick’s sprained wrist, check over Jeremy’s bandages and give them and Layne painkillers before sending us all off to bed.

“Night, love,” Layne yawns.

“Night, Layne,” I murmur.

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