The Mute Girl

Brianna

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Morning

We had a fight last night. Again. I don't know exactly how it all started, honestly. One minute, I am in Devin's arms, completely at ease, giggling as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and the other, we are at each other's throat, screaming our lungs out. I was so pumped up in anger that I don't recall even half of the things I said to him. But I'm pretty sure that it was no praises. I remember calling him a mean, useless and good for nothing boyfriend. But nothing more than that. Anything that I said might have been awful because Devin hasn't replied to any of my calls or messages since then. He's avoiding me like a f*****g plague.

I stood on my tippy toes and looked over the heads of people, scanning the hallway for him but to no avail. Slumping my shoulders, I leaned against the lockers.

"Everything okay?"

I looked up and saw Kyle looking at me with a concerned expression. "Yeah," I whispered. "Everything's great. Perfect."

I heard him sigh but didn't look at him again. "Bri, you know you can't lie to me so why do you even try. You might be able to fool others but not me. I know you better than anyone else. Better than even Devin."

"Shut up, Kyle."

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, making the muscles in his arms bulge out from underneath his white, transparent shirt. His dark blue jeans hung low on his hips but showed off the tight muscles in his legs perfectly. As he cleared his throat, I instantly looked away, ashamed of being caught checking him out.

"Like what you see?"

I scoffed. "As if. I have seen better pieces than that one."

"You know," he said, looking keenly at my face, "Devin doesn't deserve you."

"What does that even mean?" I snapped at him.

He simply shrugged, said, "You will understand soon," and then started walking away from me before I could even reply.

I watched his back in shock and confusion. Why would he say that?

As I gazed at his retreating back, I remembered why I had a crush on him. I have known Kyle since we were in middle school and since then, I have swooned every time he even looked at me. He has sharp black eyes with plump red lips and a slightly crooked nose. Even back in middle school, I knew that he would be muscular and would have a chiseled jaw that he has now. He was a fitness freak and joined a gym as soon as he turned 13, giving him the rock solid and perfectly carved body that he has now.

I have seen Kyle shirtless on many occasions, during our swimming classes, whenever we went to the beach with Devin and Mac and sometimes even at his home, where he likes to roam shirtless, but still, I never feel unamazed. He has the body of a Greek God. Literally. He has six pack abs, broad shoulders, and a very muscular back, not to mention his sexy biceps.

I know very well that I have a boyfriend but that doesn't mean I can't find another guy attractive. It's not like I am cheating on Devin. I haven't even told anyone that I have a crush on Kyle.

My body tensed as I felt someone's lips on my ears and after a few seconds, a very low whisper came, his warm breath hitting the base of my neck, making a shiver run down my spine, "Hey."

I slowly turned around and glared at him. "So now you finally decide to show up?"

Devin ran a hand through his messy hair and grimaced. "I... well... you know? I was a bit mad at everything you said to me and wanted to blow off some steam. I didn't want to upset you more than I already had."

Sighing, I slipped my hands around his neck and hid my face in his chest. "I'm sorry."

"I should be the one apologizing," Devin said, hugging me tightly. "Not you. I'm so sorry, babe. You have no idea how horrible I feel for fighting with you and then ignoring you like that."

"It's OK, Devin."

It was not OK. And I most certainly was not sorry. I have no idea why I did this. First, apologize and then hug him. I wanted to scream at him, smack his face, punch his nose, and do so much more damage. I didn't want to run into his arms after every mistake that he makes, forgiving him just like that. But I did. And heck if I knew the answer.

"You do know that I love you, right?"

"I do," I whispered.

Afternoon

I called my mother. Five times. And every time, I would reach her voicemail, my anger would rise up a notch. What a great mother she is! I haven't talked to her for a whole month now and yet she doesn't give a f**k about me. She doesn't care if I am feeling fine or not. She doesn't care if I am again having trouble eating. She simply does not care about her only daughter. By the end of the month, she'll fill my bank accounts with money and that would be her way of apologizing to me for not caring.

"Ms. Moore." My head snapped up and I saw Steven Wilkinson, our biochemistry teacher looking directly at me with a blank expression. "Will you like to answer the question?"

"I would rather not put unnecessary pressure on my brain, sir."

I heard a couple of snickers and amused laughs behind me and held in a smirk. Mr. Wilkinson narrowed his eyes at me and hissed, "If you are so bothered about the pressure this class is putting on your brain Ms. Moore, you should not have enrolled in the class."

"Didn't want to," I replied coolly. "I just did so for the sake of it."

He opened his mouth but the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the day. Shoving my notebook in my bag, I grabbed my bag and left the class without looking back. Somehow, in barely a minute, my dear teacher managed to make my day worse than it already was.

As I was walking towards the parking lot, I felt a weight around my shoulders and looked up to see Devin walking leisurely beside me. "How was your day?" I asked him.

"OK. What about yours?"

We reached my car and stopped in front of it. "Not so good."

Devin positioned us so my back was to the car and he was standing inches away from me. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear and traced my jawline with his index finger. "What happened?"

I leaned into his touch and sighed. "Mom still hasn't picked up her phone."

A frown formed on his forehead and he cupped the side of my face. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I wish I could change it for you," he mumbled, rubbing my cheekbones with his thumb. "I wish I could take away all the worries from you. I wish I could provide you the happiness that you deserve."

A smile formed on my lips and I shook my head. "You have already done that for me, Devin. By just being by my side, you have done more than just that."

Devin looked at me with a look of fascination and then roughly grabbed my face and kissed me with a fierceness that is unique to him. And right then, as he devoured my lips, as I tasted his lips and battled against his tongue did I realize why I did what I did in the hallway. Of course, it wasn't because I was guilty about my behavior from the last night. I only did it because I missed this. His lips against mine. His body pressing against mine. Those delicious tingles I still get whenever Devin touches me in a way. It may not have been a very long time of us being apart and yet, I missed his touch.

In his touches and kisses only did I feel like I have reached my home. He was my safe haven. And I don't care how much we fight and curse each other, as long as I know that I will wake up in his warm embrace the next day.

Devin has become my favorite drug. I am addicted to him. To the high, I get whenever he is near me. And I will be damned if I stopped having my dose of him every day.