Thunder: Part 2

Here it is.


Part 2:


"So, like, I walked over to Brian, and then Seth came over! Like, he's so cute! I don't know how I never noticed that before!" Chelsea babbled on as they were changing in the locker rooms for Gym. Amy sighed.

"Did you figure out why Brian dumped me?" She asked dejectedly. Chelsea turned to look at Amy.

"No, he wouldn't answer." She said softly. Amy nodded sadly, and closed her locker. Chelsea followed suite, and then continued to talk about Seth. Amy started to ignore her friends chatter, toning it out. She wouldn't have minded, but Chelsea's obsession with Brian's best friend, so soon after she had been "dumped," hurt. She numbly walked out into the gym, and sat on her spot, far enough from Chelsea for her to have to stop her monologue. She sat there, face forwards, not looking back. She couldn't look behind her.

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Brian dragged himself into the gym, exhausted by Seth's obsession with Chelsea. Could he have waited a week? He slumped down into his spot, at the back of the first row. He looked forwards, looking up, and he drew in a sudden breath. It was Amy, walking into the gym with a dejected expression on her face. She dropped into her spot, in the front of her row, and sat stiffly, not looking back. Of course. If she turned around she would see him. He sighed, letting out the breath he had unconsciously held in. He stared at the back of her head sadly. Her long, straight brown hair lay smooth on her back.

Suddenly, as if she had caught him looking at her, she turned around. Their eyes met, and for a moment Brian could see all the pain he had caused her, all in her eyes, in her expression. And then her expression changed, as if she could see the pain in his own eyes. She looked surprised, and then even sadder than before. Her face had a reproachful look on it, and then she turned her back on him. He looked at the back of her head, pain in his eyes.

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Why had she done that, Amy scoffed at herself, sitting, knees to her chest. She knew that turning around could only hurt her, but she had done it anyway. But what she had seen bothered her.

WEEEEEEEE. The gym teachers whistle burst into her thoughts.

"Groups of two, passing a football back and forth." The gym teacher said bossily. Amy sighed and looked for Chelsea. She then noticed her best friend was walking towards Seth. Amy sighed again and looked around. Soon, everyone had a partner, except for Amy. And Brian. She silently walked over to Brian and caught the football lobbed at her by the teacher. She turned to Brian.

"Lets get this over with." She muttered. He nodded silently, and moved back a few feet. Amy walked backwards for a bit, and then threw the football. He caught it easily and threw it back. Amy jumped for it and missed. As she ran after it, she closed off her eyes. She left them open, but guarded the emotions within them. Brian couldn't see the pain he had caused her, not again. Because it was all his fault anyway. He shouldn't have to see it to know.

When she retrieved the ball and threw it back at him, he looked at her, carefully. She kept her eyes carefully blocked, and looked away from his face, towards the football flying through the air. But even ask she watched the football, she saw his expression. His eyes, so green, looked sad. He looked up too late, missing the football. He ran after it. Hard as she tried not to notice, Amy saw the way his brown bangs split down the middle as he ran, the way he ran. She sighed silently. Why did he look so sad, when he had been the one who dumped her? Amy couldn't make any sense of it. Instead, she pushed it to the back of her mind, and tried to focus on the task at hand -- keeping her pain hidden from Brian.