Drabbles

Drabble – Sorry (Brigitte’s P.O.V.)
There he was again. That guy... Trina’s dealer, and boyfriend apparently. He was looking at me. Again. He did this every day. He’d drop off to whoever was buying, but somehow he’d find a way to fix his gaze in my direction. It was weird.
But I kinda liked it.
For once I was glad Ginger had gone ‘average’ on me. It meant she wasn’t here to ruin things for me. Instead she was off somewhere sucking face with Jason fucking McCarty.
The next day however, he had work to do within the school grounds. It meant he had to walk past me. As he did so, he said ‘Hey’ and flashed me a smile. A smile. I’d never seen him smile before, not even when he was with Trina... My own ‘Hey’ almost went unnoticed, I was so slow to say something back. But he heard it. Heard me. And he turned and winked at me.
Oh My God!
We didn’t speak for a while. He only dealt for the next few days. To be honest, it upset me. I wanted to talk to him, and for him to talk to me. To want to talk to me, but I didn’t have the guts to go over to him while he was dealing. Not with Jason and Trina there. Not with Ginger there. Average she may be, but she was still my sister. I wouldn’t put it past her to ruin it for me.
So I decided, the next time he had work to do in the grounds, I was going to talk to him. I mean, he didn’t act like Trina’s boyfriend, no matter what she said... so maybe, maybe he wasn’t.
A week came and went without me getting a chance to talk to him. It would soon be Christmas vacation, and then it would be weeks before I had another chance to see him. Weeks in which Ginger could get me re-wrapped around her little finger.
I got my chance the day before we broke up for Christmas vacation. He was doing... well, something, to a tree that Jason had vandalised a few days before in an effort to impress Ginger and her new gang of friends. I counted to 5 in my head, and then went up to him.
“Hey,” I whispered. He jumped and turned round, a look of annoyance on his face, a look that changed to one of pleasurable surprise when he saw me. I couldn’t help but blush.
“Hey,” He said, completely abandoning his work to turn round and talk to me. “What’s up... you wanna buy or something? An eighths fifty, but for you, I’ll do forty,” he said as he ducked his head, his face blushing. Isn’t that what guys do when they’re into a girl?
“Thanks, but I don’t want any drugs,” I said with a smile. He looked up, and I was sad to see his face had fallen.
“Oh... um...” He was so cute when he mumbled.
“I was wondering if you... you know... like... wanted to maybe... um... do something... possibly... one day... “ I blurted out, hurrying over my words encase I lost the confidence to say them. He beamed.
“That’d be nice,” he said. “We co-“ But then he caught sight of something over my shoulder, and again, his face fell. This time, it was full of angst and annoyance. “We could, but... I’m kinda with Trina...”
Shit.
“Oh... okay... um... I’ll just... well, go...” I muttered. “But... um... can I just do... one thing..?” I asked. He nodded.
“Yeah sure,” he said. I attempted a smile, which I’m sure didn’t show, and then I reached up and placed my lips against him for one brief second.
“Sorry...” I muttered, and I ran off without a backward glance.
“HEY! What’s your name?”
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Drabble – Sorry (Sam’s P.O.V.)
She’d kissed me. That girl. The one who was different from the others. The one who I couldn’t help but stare at every time I came to the high school. I put my fingers to my tingling lips as she muttered sorry and walked off. Shit. What had I done?
“HEY! What’s your name?” I called after her. But she simply disappeared round a corner.
“SAMUAL! Hi!” Oh God, Trina. “Why were you talking to her?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around me. I didn’t respond.
“Who?” I asked, hoping to get a name out of her.
“Brigitte Fitz-Freak,” she stated, glaring out into the emptiness where Brigitte had just been.
“Brigitte...” I muttered. So the girl had a name.
“Yeah! So like, why were you talking to her?” Trina asked. “I mean, her sister Ginger is like... normal, so I can understand talking to her. But Brigitte is just... weird,”
“I didn’t notice,” I whispered, still lost in my thoughts.
“Well now you know.” Trina said. She turned me round to face her, and smiled. “So, Christmas. What are we going to do?”
“Nothing...” I said, smiling slightly. Her mouth dropped.
“What?” she asked, fighting hard to remain calm.
“We aren’t doing anything... well, apart from breaking up,” I said, smiling now. Trina pushed me away.
“Excuse me? You’re DUMPING ME!” She screamed, her voice reaching an unheard of level of annoyance.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said. I started to gather together my belongings. “Sorry Trina,” And with that, I started to walk away.
“SAM! SAM... YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” Trina screamed after me. People all around were staring, but I didn’t care, because Brigitte had appeared to see what all the commotion was about.
“BRIGITTE! HEY!” I called out, raising a hand in greeting. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“WHAT! SAMUAL, YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS...right?” I ignored her desperate pleas.
“Brigitte... sorry about before, I wasn’t thinking... “ I said as I finally drew level with her. She looked over my shoulder at Trina – now sobbing incoherently – with a smirk.
“Apology accepted,” she said.