She Will Be Loved - Chapter 10

Diana- Hard to write that scene. I felt bad plus I went out with my friends later that night with that on my mind...hard stuff. But it makes the story happy and unhappy.

Emily- Graham isn't a jerk...yet. Oh but Leslie needs to learn how to fight for herself as well. Think about that. =)

Zy- I find it so easy to write in a girl's pov! Much better than writing in a guy's pov. Not because of any real reason it is just that guys turn out to be different in my stories. More like every girl's dream instead of reality. When Leslie said that "One and only..." she was foreshadowing something that is going to happen later on in the story that shows why she feels that way. Yeah I hate when that happens.

Ciriat- It is kind of this hobby of mine. I like adding twists and little scenes especially with this story. The story is partly true. It wrote it placing it in my sisters' relationships. I had a lot of sisters and their breaks ups and boyfriends kind of form the boys in this story. Like Tim, Mark, Graham and Spinner. Even Ricky! With this story, I wanted it to be like that. It changed a little bit but I like the light, dark tone it gives off. Thanks for reading! "She had some trouble with herself. He was always there to help her." The song fits this story quite well. I like Maroon 5.

Court- I wrote this chapter in hopes of making you guys smile for once! =)

Drew McPhatter- I love the way they interact. I get their behavior from me and my girlfriend sometimes. It's quite weird how I put that in but it helps the story. Thanks for reading.

Ant- I told you! I told you! This was going to be out of this world!

Joy- Sorry it's soo late!

Michi- I agree with you on that one!

Bailey- I kind of wrote this in hopes making sure I didn't put any crazy twists just for you. I am that nice. =)

Cherry- haha, you called me dude. I like being called dude. =) If only a girl like Leslie existed for me... lol

Lupe- I am so sorry I am so late with this. Here it is finally!

Andrea- Who says Ricky and Graham have to fight? lol. No, it's Leslie who has to fix her problems if she wants to be with Graham.

ALEXA- Well, here it is. Sorry for it being so late again.
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-Chapter 10-

I hate the stupid blue dress I have to wear for Blaire's wedding rehearsal. I hate the color of the nail polish I have been forced to wear. I hide behind Graham the entire wedding rehearsal thing. I am afraid they will make me take pictures with my soon to be 'stepbrother' as everyone is referring him to that. Many times, people have asked for me. They thought I left but when Graham moved aside there was I grasping onto the back of his shirt. They would laugh and move on to other people.

"I don't like this whole backwards thing but I can tell you like the back of me better," Graham joked pulling me over in front of him. "This is kind of embarrassing. How am I supposed to use the bathroom with you clinging to my back?"

"I can come with you!" I stood in front of him and I felt exposed. I was about to be dive behind him again but he turned around before I could so I was in front of him again.

"No way! I am getting sweating with you all around me like that." He laughed. "I am going to use the bathroom."

"You promised-"

"Gee, you are funny. There is over a hundred people and children. What you think he's just gonna come up and jump your bones in front of everyone?"

Yes I obviously do think that but I let Graham go to the bathroom instead of telling him that.

"Geesh, it's right there and back. Five minutes tops." He kissed me lightly and walked off.

I smiled at how Graham is so patient with me. Who knows how long he had to use the bathroom. I decided to go sit down since it was hot. Little boys run around the yard with cherry ice pops and their shirts untucked from their pants. They look like they sat good through-out the boring parts that is supposed to make you cry. Now, they can run free and get their clothes dirty. The girls are different though. They follow Blaire everyway and tell her how pretty she is. There must be some kind of deal going on here but Blaire is pretty. What would life be like if all the pretty girls had a little group of girls following them around and telling them they are so beautiful?

Oh wait! We already have that going on! Brenda and her little friends. I can't believe I was one of them.

"Hi Leslie." Ricky smiled sitting next to me. "Have not seen you around lately."

Is five minutes up yet? Oh god! It's only be two minutes! Time is so slow when you need it to be fast.

"You know, I don't really like that dress on you but I would like to be the one to take it off you."

I don't even give him the satisfaction as I got up to leave. Blaire blocked my way.

"Sit back down and talk to your stepbrother. Is that at all nice to treat him?" She had one of those evil looks and the little group of girls looked at me evil too.

"Yeah! You go and be nice to Blaire's son! She is the princess of the day!" One little girl pouted at me.

What is this? The twilight zone or my worse nightmare in daylight?!

"Ugh," Is all I can get out of my mouth as I sit back down.

"What college did you get into?" He asked leaning a bit too close to my face and his hand laying someplace under the table.

"Why should I even tell you? I haven't even told my dad yet." I was surprised by my voice. I had actually talked to him.

"I got into a nice college but I would switch anytime for you though." His hands went too high up my dress. I bolted up but his hands pulled me back down. "Where do you think you are going?"

"To find my boyfriend. Now let go of me!" I struggled but he only twisted my arm harder.

"You know, that punk won't ever stay with you. After he is done with you, you are gonna come running back to me."

"Oh please! Keep dreaming!" I tried to free my arm again.

"You are leaving bruises on your arm. Explain that one to your family." He got up and smiled. He did it on purpose as always.

Ugh! Graham, your stupid bladder needs to know how to go faster. I mean it's be exactly five minutes now.

"Hey!" Graham sat next to me and smiled. "I told you I would be five minutes. Even though I wasn't counting. You would be surprised at by how many little boys in there are peeing. I decided to go someplace else."

"Do I even want to know where?"

He laughed, "Who said I was planning on telling you?"

"From the way you were going, it sounded like you had a story." I chuckled and leaned against him.

"I suppose," Then his hand began tracing my bruised arm. Oh brother! "Hey, what happened here?"

"Oh nothing," I lied hiding my arm.

"Okay," I know he knows I am lying to him. He is not going to ponder and gape at me for wanting to know. Kind of wish he would though. "What are we supposed to do for the next hour and an half?"

"I am not dancing with all those people and I want to go home." I did my part. Stood there next to my dad and watched. I am already for the official thing.

"Yeah, let's go home and cuddle up together." Graham seemed happier now. "That's better than watching this garbage. I give them a year before they break up and get tired of each other."

Yeah but this only the rehearsal part of the wedding! I have to do this all over again on their real wedding! Oh brother...

Gracie was playing on Graham's bed with dancing to his music when she fell off the bed and broke her arm. It was quite sad when I heard the story. She walked to school with us this morning since she wasn't going to school today. Graham's dad waited in front of the school building for her as we walked. She tried to hold back grimaces but she couldn't help it. Graham felt bad for not watching her properly but I reassured him it was not his fault.

"See you later." As he walked into his classroom.

I would have gone off to class too but I had forgotten something. I was picking out my textbooks for my math class when one of my notebooks fell out. Before I could lean over and pick it up, he got it. Why did he have to be everywhere Graham was not?!

"Shouldn't you be in class?!" I snatched my book from him.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He repeated, smiling. "I should be asking you that. I don't like stepsisters that cut class or don't give me kisses and-"

"I have to get to class." I shut my locker door and tried to half walk and half run when he slammed into the lockers.

"You are not leaving this time until I get something from you." He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I closed my eyes. He slapped me. I kicked him someplace unpleasant without thinking.

"You stupid girl!" He spat at me and held me against the lockers.

"The next time you touch me," I kicked him again. This time, I really used my knee. "I'll tell everyone! I will scream bloody murder until you pay for what you have caused me so many times and before that!"

I continued my way to class. A different part of me stands out now. What did I ever see in guy like him?

At home when I was done with my homework, I crawled under my mom's bed. It's a pretty big bed and underneath it is spacious. I was just curious. Little did I know is that my mother would walk into the room with my dad.

"I am getting married to her even if Ricky is her son. I mean if-"

"He's Blaire's son?" My mother sounded upset. All I could see were their feet. "Why didn't she tell me?"

My mother sat down on her bed. I whispered sorry in my head to her. I should have just told her from the beginning.

"He raped your own daughter and you are still letting them both in with open arms?!" My mother bolted, obviously angry now.

Thanks a lot, mom! I did not tell dad yet. He is the only one in a daze of this situation.

"So, every single one for you knew but did not bother to tell me a damn thing?!" My dad was outraged. As soon as I heard the front door slammed, I ran to my bedroom.

I had given up on my father. I opened the window and peered out at him.

"Just like you had kept me away from your life, I hid mine from you!" I shouted out loud and clear for him. "I am so sorry but this is how it's gotta be!"

I leaned too far out the window. I lost my balance and went tumbling from my third floor bedroom. Gee, when you land flat on your back as hard as I did, you would want to cry out in pain but I cursed out in pain.

I have never heard a mother scream so loud before. I faintly remember what happened at all after I fell. All I remember is my back hurting so much and not being able to breathe. Now I lie on my stomach in a metal hostipal bed with bars around me, all sweaty and hungry. Nobody is the room with me for the moment. I curl my toes trying to get used to the feeling of them. I curl my hands next. Then I slightly bend my legs. I turn myself over softly but to my surprise, it doesn't hurt as it did before. A nurse walks in carrying a tray of food.

"Hey you!" She wiped hair out of my face and smiled. "You broke your right collarbone which connects your shoulder and arm. That incredible bone. You have no visible excessive damage to your body. You must be hungry after all that surgery. You haven't been up in two days. We're starting to worry if you were in a coma."

This nurse's humor makes me sad. I eat the nasty food that she has brought me. It hurts when it goes down my throat. I drink four cups of water feeling like a dog on a hot day. Later I am buried under hugs, kisses and presents from various people. Brett didn't want to be near me at first but he came around. I could not help but feel someone important was missing from all this action.

I figured it out when I was trying to sleep one night. He kind of slips in carrying a white and brown teddy bear. He doesn't have his curly hair anymore but he is still my Graham. He played with my hair. I would get up but somehow I feel angry with him for not coming sooner. Coward as usual. But then his fingertips touch my skin and I heat up. He always feels so warm. I turn over to smile at him.

"I did not mean to-"

"That's some way to greet your bruised up girlfriend over here." I waved my broken arm softly at him. "No kiss? No hug?"

"I have this for you." He gave me the teddy bear. "I remember when I fell out my bedroom window when I was four. Broke my ankle. My dad got me this teddy bear to sleep with. He makes the pain go away. Most of the time."

I grasped the teddy bear to my chest. It feels fuzzy, soft, warm and gentle. Words I would use to describe Graha, as well.

"His name is Travis Patrick Griffin." Graham played with my hair some more. "I gave him my middle name for his first name and my last name to him. I completely made up his middle name."

"Your middle name is Travis?" I smiled at how cute it was. Graham Travis Griffin. That's a perfect name for him!

"Yeah," He smiled at kissed me finally. "And there is your kiss. I don't know what to do about giving you a hug cause I can't give you one."

I smiled and closed my eyes. "You can start by being here while I try to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too, Leslie. Just promise not to fall out of any windows, okay?"

"That's not a guarantee but I will try not to fall out any windows for the time being." I joked and closed my eyes as he stroked my hair softly.

At school, I am no longer the girl who cheated on Ricky. I am the girl who fell out third floor bedroom window and lived. The title is confirmed by Tim who keeps retelling the story from his point of view. His version of the story makes my story seem boring and not true. But what's use of Graham's friends if they don't crack jokes over the truth? Brenda has in it in her mind that she has claimed Tim who is now going out with Valerie. She is this shy girls with brown pigtails as long as my legs. She sits with us since she never really did sit with anyone else before. She helps me from class to class with my broken up arm and wrapped up chest. She smiles a lot and smells like dozens of roses and sunflowers. I found out she is going to be at my college with me as well this year. I am excited because Valerie has become my true friend these past few weeks. I have not given her my heart yet because I am afraid she will drop it to the floor like Brenda did. But Valerie believes that friendships are a two person commitment. We sit in art class together drawing. I began to draw a random tree and leaves falling when she mentions something I have not noticed.

"When you were popular, you use to be so energetic in art class. You would sing with everyone when Mr. Lee would put on some music. You would paint and be friendly. When you dumped Ricky, you stop coming to art class. You barely spoke when you were here. Your paintings and drawings went in the garbage. You would sit and read the textbook and forget about that perfect world you had. Then Mr. Lee left. It was as if he added to your sadness." Valerie watched as I strained myself to draw with my left hand trying to cover for my right. "Now, you were with me and Graham and the boys. You draw and paint happily like before. Just minus the music. Since Mr. Lee's replacement hates that type of stuff."

What Valerie said stays with me for the rest of my life. She just pointed out that I can't take to things like that well. She taught me something. From now on, whenever something bad has happened or happening, I am going to live. I am not going to be all depressed about it.