Twenty Eight: If You Want The Hard Way...
The cracking getting louder beneath me as I just sit still there. But my body begin to tremble in panic and fear when the branch begin to bent below me. My heart beat races and my eyes widen as the fear inside me keep growing as I look down at them. The twins look up at me and their eyes widen at my way.
Can’t hold the weight of my body anymore, the branch breaks within a second, making me free-falling from the tree as I shut my eyes tightly. I prepare myself to crash onto the hard ground, or probably the twins, preparing myself for my bones to break.
My breath gets kicked out of my lungs when someone catches me and hold me in his strong arms. I put my arms around his neck and my face onto his chest. With my eyes still shut, I didn’t realized my teeth already digging into my lips hard. I press my lips together and taste the iron-like taste on my tongue as I try to soothe myself from the fall.
“It’s okay, Ashley. You’re safe.”
Someone running on the dirt ground can be heard by me and whoever carrying me right now, begin to move his feet. And I begin to panic again at the thought of other kids earlier this morning, the way they look at me just makes me embarrassed by my own self and I can't face them again for now.
“Please don’t take me back to the class.”
“No, I will take you home.”
After he walks for a few minutes, he stops, and I bring my face up from his chest. I take a look at the place we’re at now. The parking lot, next to my car.
“Can you stand?” He asks, looking down at me with his brown eyes. Brodie. My cheek burns in humiliation when I realize what is happening now. Now I'm in his arms, holding onto him tightly like dear life, looking so vulnerable. I hate to look vulnerable around people and now he's here, holding me securely. I look down in embarrassment, still feeling my the blood in my cheeks boil.
He loosen his arms on my body as I put my feet onto the paved road and let go of him, still looking down my shoes, blushing. I look at Brandon, jogging towards us with my backpack in the grip of his hand. He stops in front of us and hand my bag to Brodie and he quickly take it.
He rummages through the things in my bag, and then pull my car key out of it. He looks up at Brandon and nod his head to him. Knowing it’s his cue to go, he nods once at him and run back into the school building.
“Get inside. I’ll drive you home.” He puts his hand on the handle of my car door. I shake my head, frowning. I'm such a bothersome for people today and I don't want to bother him even more by letting him driving me back home.
“You don’t have to. I can drive myself.” He looks at me and I move my hand to snatch the key from his hand, but he quickly moves away and I give him a look.
“I can’t. Not when you're like this.” He shakes his head, staring at me with sadness and worries in his eyes. I let out a sigh at his reason, rolling my eyes. It's not like something really happened to me anyway. It's not like I break my bones sprain my ankle.
“I’m fine, really. I can drive myself.” I move my hand again to grab the key, bu he quickly moves away from me once again. “No, I’ll drive you home. Now please, go sit on the passenger seat.” He gets into the driver seat and quickly closes the door, and ignite the engine.
I stand there, doing nothing but staring at him who’s just waiting for me, drumming his finger onto the steering wheel. After a few seconds he looks out the window, and gives me an are-you-kidding-me look. He lets out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes, and roll down the window. “Are you serious? Come on, get inside. I’m driving you home.”
“I can drive myself.” I scowl at him.
“No, you’re not. And even if you can, I won’t let you. I won’t let something happen to you. Now please, get inside.” He stares at me pleadingly yet seem demanding at the same time. I shake my head stubbornly, folding my arms over my chest. “I’m not going to. And besides, this is my car? Who are you telling me what to do?”
“I’m your friend and once again, I demand you to go sit on the passenger seat right at this second.” He says, looking into my eyes intensely. I keep my stance, narrowing my eyes at him. "No."
“Fine. If you want the hard way.” He pushes open the passenger side door and gets out of the car. He put his arms behind my knees and my back, and carrying me to the passenger seat quickly and the weird thing is , I'm not fighting him.
He opens the door wider with his foot and put me on the seat, fasten my seat belt, and run quickly to the driver side and get inside. I sigh and look over to him. “Once again, I can drive myself. No need to be a prince charming for me. And besides, if you drive me home? How can you go back here?”
” I have my twin.”
“So, he would just pick you up at my house, skipped the class? And you! You skipped the fucking class too!” I look at him in disbelief.
“It doesn’t really matter. Mrs. Rosemary already given us permission to skip the class. Besides, it’s not going to be that long. It's only for a few minutes.” I look out the window, frowning. “Ugh, fine.”
We step out of my car and walk out of the garage with the feeling of awkward still remain inside me. We stop in front of the gate, facing each other. I keep looking down at my shoes, feeling sheepish in a sudden.
“Thanks for driving me home safely uh,” I look up into his eyes for a second, forgetting who I was with for a second until I see the pair of his brown eyes, and look back down. “Brodie.”
“Sure. Your welcome.”
I take in a deep breath and look up at him. “Uh, are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” I stare at him questioningly and he just look back at me with calmness showing clearly on his face. “No, thank you. I’ll just wait for Brandon here.” He smiles.
“Okay then, I’ll wait here with you.”
“Okay, whatever you want.”
We get down to the ground and sit there, looking at the house in front of us. He breathes in deeply and few seconds after letting it out as a sigh.
“So, Ashley, you were in England before, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. If you wondering, I move here because I’m kind of want to spend more of my days with my family. Because, you know, we only have a few months left until we go to the college.”
We stay with silence between us, only the sounds of car passing and winds that we hear. Few minutes pass in an awkward silence when suddenly Brodie says, “Uh, can we go out sometimes? Well, that’s if you want to.” He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he looks down to the paved road.
“Like what?” I take a glance at him, grinning at the sight of him suddenly being so nervous when he was all calm before. “Uh, I don’t know, maybe go to the amusement park, eating ice cream, whatever you want.” He shrugs again, still looking nervous as ever.
“Like on a date?” I grin at him, but he still keep his gaze away from mine, avoiding my stare from making him more nervous than he is right now. “Uh, yeah. I guess you could say that.”
“I would like to.”
His gaze finally avert to mine after minutes of avoidance, and a smile already has it place on his good-looking face. “How about this Saturday?”
I pout at his suggestion, remembering my job. Shit, I really need to start working on it. I'm also here for my job, well, I'm actually here for my job, the school is just an excuse for me so people won't find it suspicious.
“Oh I can’t. I guess next week. I’m kind of busy for this week.”
A car honks in front of us makes us look up unintentionally at the car in front of us, with me feeling a little bit shocked. We stand to our feet quickly and look at Brandon who’s sitting in the car.
“Hey, bro. Hurry, we only have a few minutes to go back to our class.” He looks at Brodie with an expression I can’t read. Then his gaze turns to me and a smile forms on his face within a second. “Oh, hi Sophie. How are you? Feeling better already?”
“Kind of.” I shrug. Brodie jogs to the passenger's side of the car and quickly get inside the car, looking at my way too with a smile still lay on his face. “Okay. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow too.”
He pulls his car onto the driveway and drive fast through the road. And within a second, their car is gone out of my sight.