Page 25 of Saving Tracey
What happened to that?
He shrugged. "She's changed a little bit. She's trying for our relationship."
I so badly wanted to scoff at that, but I stopped myself.
Instead, I just shrugged at him. "Who she is as a person doesn't change that you swore to me you wouldn't let something like what happened happen. Yet, you did. You had my trust, Kaleb, and you broke it.”
Someone knocked on the door before Kaleb could respond, and then they walked in before I could give permission. Trevor grinned at me from the doorway, and my cheeks flushed when I remembered crying in his arms in my bathroom until I passed out.
He leaned against the door jamb, crossing his arms over his chest. “I see you're awake."
He's not angry?
"You're not angry at me for swallowing pills last night?"
He shook his head, crossing his arms over his muscular chest, making the muscles in his arms bulge. I dragged my eyes away from his toned upper body, focusing my eyes back on his handsome face.
"Tracey, you're in the process of healing.” I glanced away from him. He was doing that intense thing with his eyes again. “Healing doesn't just happen overnight, despite what some people may think or want." He gave a pointed look to Kaleb, who scowled back at his best friend. "Sometimes, things happen thatcause the healing person to backtrack. Even though it sucks, it's okay because I know for a fact that you'll get to where you need to be one day."
My heart swelled with adoration at Trevor’s words, and I resisted the urge to reach up and rub the heel of my hand against my chest. Instead, I rubbed a hand down my face and slid out of my bed. Trevor clapped his hands together suddenly as I did so, making me jump in fright and clutch my hands to my chest.
Trevor shot me an apologetic look for scaring me. “Well, come on, guys. We're going to be late to the game."
I immediately began shaking my head at him. "No. Trevor, I can't go to that game. There are so many people." Fear crawled through my veins. The blood drained out of my face at the mere thought of going to a crowded game.
He rolled his eyes at me, making me scowl. His lips twitched with a smirk before he smothered it. "You think I don't already have that covered? Paul's girlfriend wants to meet you, and she has a couple of friends that she thinks you'll get along great with, and honestly, I think you will, too."
"But I don't know them.” And that terrified me.
Trevor sighed. "You're never going to heal, Tracey, if you don't get out more.” His voice was gentle and soothing, but it did nothing to quench my fear. “I know that it's terrifying, but you'll get used to it eventually."
I sighed as he and Kaleb left my room.
"Aaaand touchdown for Briar High!" The fans began standing up and hollering even louder.
I curled against the wall of the bleachers, flinching at the roar that surrounded me from the crowd. Paul's girlfriend wasn'twhat Trevor had said she was like. In fact, she was a really big bitch, not much different than Lacie.
She and her friends had actually ditched me to hang out with Lacie after they both ganged up on me, letting me know that I was hideous, no guy would ever want me, and that it was my own fault that my parents hated me so much.
I wanted to go home, but I was too scared to go by myself.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I jumped in fright and ended up roughly slamming my shoulder into the wall. I quickly turned to look at the girl in front of me. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and she had a kind enough smile on her face.
”I—I, yes.”
"You looked so scared over here, so I had to come check on you. I'm actually one of the cheerleaders.” She threw a thumb over her shoulder in the direction the cheerleaders were. “I had a girl take my place while I came over here. Are you not here with anyone?"
I shrugged. "I was supposed to be hanging out with Paul’s girlfriend and her friends, but it turns out they were just bitches looking to put me on the receiving end of their hatred."
She frowned. "Paul is so stupid, I swear. He should have never let you hang out with those girls. Have you ever seen Mean Girls?" I nodded in answer. It had been one of the first movies Miss Brinson got me to watch when I moved in. “Those are what those girls are. They're not part of anything. They just like to put other people down and be the talk of the school. They feel threatened by you, that's all."
"I'm guessing you know who I am?"
She nodded. "Yep, everyone in this school knows who you are.” I cringed. “Do you want to come over to the section behind the cheerleaders so we can talk and gossip about the hot sweaty football players when I don't have to cheer?"
I smiled a little and nodded.
