Breezer

What Now?

Part Five
"I'm telling you," Cameron argued, "it's an alagory for the Revolutionary War!"
"Cameron," Breezer insisted, "she's talking about roses and summer love. How is that bloody and war like?"
It had only been a few class periods since Breezer had met Cameron. There was something about that green-eyed, dirty-blonde-haired boy. He made Breezer wasnt to talk, to communicate with someone. She hadn't felt like this with anyone. Well, anyone besides Taylor. No one besides her now dead best friend. Breezer's good mood vanished. You could immediatly tell that Cameron sensed that something was wrong.
"Yeah, you're right," he said dropping his eyes back to the poem on their table," it is too lovey dovey to be about killing people. Sorry I argued."
"It's not that..."she paused.
"Taylor?"
Breezer nodded.
It had been six weeks since Taylor had left her to fend for herself, and it hadn't gotten any easier to hold back the tears. Did it ever get any better?
"Do you want to talk about it?"
That's exactly what she didn't want Cameron to ask. Breezer couldn't quite explain it, but she dind't like having to lie to him. 
"Not really," she said honestly.
"Okay, no problem."
Cameron spoke right as the dismissal bell rang.
"See you next week, Cameron. Have a good weekend."
Breezer was out the door before Cameron could even get a word out. What was it about him that made Breezer want to spill her heart out to him?

What Now?

Part Four
When Breezer escaped from her Comp and Lit class, there was nowhere to go, so she headed to her locker. It was in the back corner of the athletic hallway by the large gym, and most people with lockers by her shared lockers with their friends closer to the heart of the school. She would be safe from sight there.
There was still five minutes left before the dismissal bell as Breezer neared her locker. She dropped her backpack and sucked in her breath. The cold feel of the metal on her back as she slid to the floor was somewhat comforting. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head between them. Within a split second her eyes were red and swollen, and her breathing was shallow and ragged. Her hysteria was so strong, that Breezer hadn’t even noticed that the hallways were becoming crowded, until she felt the presence of someone next to her. She lifted her head to meet a pair of concerned looking green eyes.
“These are for you. It’s the homework Mr. Mays assigned us after you left. Figured you might need it.”
Breezer reached for the papers as she eyed Cameron curiously.
“Ummm..thanks, I guess.”
“It’s no problem, really. I also wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“Because after the stories the class told me, I don’t know if you broke down because I was sitting in his seat, because of the daily question, because you still really miss him, or a mixture of them all.”
“I didn’t break down.”
“Oh, really? Then what do you call charging out of a classroom to come sit on the hallway floor and cry?” Cameron paused, “You know what, never mind. That’s not a break down, it’s an escape because that was only my first day of class and I was bored out of my mind!”
Breezer chuckled, and the action caught her off guard. It felt…good! Laughing hadn’t even crossed Breezer’s mind since the accident.
Cameron also smiled, “So I never did catch your name back there, well unless you want me calling Miss. Valdez.”
“Breezer.”
“Breezer?”
“Yeah, like the wind, with an ‘r’ at the end.”
“Well,” Cameron held out his and Breezer took it as he hoisted her onto her feet, “it’s very nice to meet you, Breezer, and I’m looking forward to being your English partner for the next three quarters, but I have Catering next hour and I don’t even know how to get there yet, so I will see you tomorrow.”
“Thursday, actually. We have English every other day.”
“Right! This block schedule thing will take some getting used to. Well, see you Thursday, Breezer.”
“See ya. Cameron, right?”
“Right, like the name with a silent ‘w’ at the end.”
The joke wasn’t very funny, but Breezer smiled anyways. As Cameron turned to make his way down the hall to his Catering class—which was in the complete opposite direction than he was going—Breezer watched him. Not sure what her mind should think, she picked up her backpack, and headed towards the History hallway.

What Now?

Part Three
As Breezer sat in her third block Comp and Lit class, she could feel her jeans rubbing on her still tender and tattered right thigh. It had been weeks since she first cracked the dam that was her self control, now all her pain was making itself present at the surface. What made it worse, was, just as she had predicted, no one had noticed her relapse. Absolutely no one. As that thought crossed Breezer's mind, she longed for the sight of crimson escaping her body. She longed to feel some sort of pain that wasn't originating from her chest. As Breezer reached for the silver object in the front pocket of her backpack, her teacher's voice broke through to her.
"Class, this is our new student, Cameron Vance. He just moved here from Washington, and I expect you all to make him feel welcome," Mr. Mays told them as he scanned the room for an empty seat for Cameron.
Breezer's eyes immediately went from her tall, aged English teacher to the new kid. He was decently tall for a Junior in high school. He was dressed in a pair of blue basketball shorts and DC tennis shoes with a plain blue t-shirt.
"Miss. Valdez?" Breezer's eyes snapped back to Mr. Mays.
"Yes, Mr. Mays?"
"Mr. Vance is going to sit by you, and I would like you to show him how to orginize his binder and tell him about our daily routine."
"But...but, sir, no one's sat in this seat since...." she allowed herself to trail off.
"Well, were else would you like me to put him? In my desk?"
Breezer glanced around the room just long enough to realize that she was sitting next to the only empty chair in the class. She surrendered quickly as she removed her backpack from the chair.
"Mr. Vance," the teacher said motioning to the now empty chair.
It took all of her shaky self control to keep her mouth shut as this new kid sat in Taylor's seat. 
"Hi, I'm Cameron, obviously."
Breezer remained silent focusing more than needed at the opening journal question on the white board--Mr. Mays was big on uncovering the thoughts of his students.
"And you are?"
She focused harder, reading the question on the board again, "Taking in your surroundings, what memory does your mind draw? Relive this memory and describe what aspect of the class you think triggered this memory."
"What perfect timing for this one," she thought silently. Breezer only had one memory running through her mind now, and it was triggered by the mere sight of the table she, and now Cameron, sat at.
“Babe, please?”
“Taylor, why do you want to sit by me anyways? Adam, John, Cody, and like half of the football team is in our class.”
“Too bad that’s not what you’re really thinking about. What is it, hun?
Breezer blushed, and look at him through her long eyelashes.
“It’s because it’s a writing class isn’t it?”
“You know I hate when people read my writing before I’m ready, and I know you’ll be too tempted to take a peek if we sit right next to each other. How about you sit behind me?
“Or how about I promise not to peek? Scouts honor,” he said raising his left hand and placing his right one over his heart.
Breezer laughed, knowing that no matter what she said, when Taylor had his mind set, there was no convincing him otherwise.
The vivid pictures her mind had created caused a stabbing pain in Breezer’s chest. She started down at her still blank paper feeling Cameron’s eyes on her. She couldn’t help it as a single tear drop slipped down her cheek and crashed on her paper. Cameron’s eyes were still on her, and as she looked up, the majority of her classmates’ eyes were on her too. She couldn’t stand to look at them, and couldn’t bring her mouth to form any words. Breezer picked up her backpack, slammed her binder in it, and rushed quickly for the door at the other end of the room. As she entered the hallway, she could feel the last ounce of her self control shatter.

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Hey Girls, 

Instead of complaining about how he doesn't hang out with you, or care about you because he plays too much
Call Of Duty...
How about you pick up a remote and
play with him!
Just Saying.

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Now What?

Part One
Breezer stared at Mr. Edwards and the ICU doctor talking at the end of the hallway. She stood in the cold, dim waiting room waiting to hear the inevidable words. She waited patiently as she spotted the two men making their way towards her.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. Valdez," commented the ICU doctor, as he reached to stroke her arm. She pulled away from his touch, but suddenly felt very light headed. The room was spinning, and the florecent lights were fading in and out of her focus. The only thing she could feel was Mr. Edwards firm grasp on her upper arms.
"Breezer, Breezer, are you okay?" Mr. Edwards didn't even wait for a reply; he led her to a chair a few feet away from them, and in the opposite direction than her heart was pulling her.
"I need to see him," Breezer whispered, "I know he must be looking for me."
She could see the heart break in Mr. Edwards' eyes as he answered her, "Breezer, he's gone. He's not looking for anyone."
"I need to see him!"
The two men eyed each other for so long, that Breezer could swear that she could see the words that they were so privetly sharing with each other.
After what seemed like hours, the doctor finally answered, "Fine, but not for very long."
As Breezer shuffled down the long, curvy hallway, she fought desperatly to keep down the tears she could feel swelling in her throat. When she finally reached his hospital room, she couldn't force her feet to carry her inside. Instead she lingered in the door way, listening. Something was very off. It was quiet...too quiet. As she walked through the blue divider curtain, she quickly placed the silence. The screen of the heart monitor was black, and his breathing tubes were no longer pulsing. Her tears suddenly became harder to control. It was so quiet because there was no heart beats to monitor, and there were no breaths to be heard. The nurses had tried to revive him, but you can't force life into an empty shell.
"Taylor, I'm so sorry," Breezer whimpered as she crossed the room to his bed and took his hand in hers, "This isn't fair! This shouldn't have happened to you; I was in that car too!" She bent down and pressed her lips against his cold, emotionless cheek as a single tear escaped from the imprisionment of her eyes. "I love you, Taylor Marcus Edwards...forever."


**My first Witty Story, but I'll probably post another part in a few days!

I Can Be Tough,
I Can Be Strong...

But With You, It's Not Like That At All 

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"When You Believe, Even Unbelievable Things Can Happen Sometimes!" <3

-- Tim Tebow 

Blessed

To Have Such Strong Friends!