Famous Last Words - Leanne Yerdon (reading comprehension books .txt) 📗

smiled at me. My neck tingled. I shivered and went to the passenger side and slid into my seat, while Mason sat in the back and Bryce took his place in the drivers side. He started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot,cutting in front of one of the buses. I groaned as the bus behind us beeped.

“You do know it isn’t legal to do this right?” I asked. Bryce chuckled and shrugged.

“You act as if I care.” He said and turned the radio on. I looked at him in disgust when I heard Bruno Mars singing through the speakers. Don’t get me wrong Bruno Mars has a good voice but when your use to rock it kinda isn’t the best for you to listen to.

“Dude turn that shit off.” Mason muttered from the back. Bryce turned the radio off.

“Look through my Cd’s Case. Pick something.” He mumbled. I nodded and grabbed his big black binder that was filled with cd’s. I opened it up. I skimmed through it,my fingers tracing over each cd. It going from ACDC and Kiss to Black Veil Brides and Marilyn Manson. I then stopped at one cd in particular and pulled out the cd case and set the binder back under my seat. I opened the cd case and pushed the cd in. I turned the volume up and sat back in my seat. The Devil Wears Prada then bursted through the speakers. I smiled in relief. My medicine right here.

“Hey there’s your boy friend want me to stop so you can hug and some shit?” Bryce asked. I know it sounds like he was being rude but he really wasn’t. Bryce was okay with me dating. He didn’t like the guy but he was okay with it...somewhat. I looked at Zach. Macy and all the others at his side. The people that said more then enough lies about me that were willing to say that I was the fake in this mix. I sighed and shook my head.

“No..” I mumbled and leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes,while pulling my hood up. I then felt a hand on my shoulder.

“If he isn’t making you happy then you shouldn’t be with him.” I heard Bryce mumble. I shook my head.

“There’s many things he could and can do that can and could make me happy. He just never does it. He just needs a little time..” I mumbled and set my head back agains the glass of the window. I sighed, closing my eyes. The kid had his own little bitch squad behind him. I could never compete with that. Even when I knew half of the drama in his life was there faults. But that’s okay. The guy that he becomes may be way better then the deuch he is now. I laughed at the thoughts going through my head. I then felt my phone vibrate in my left pocket.

Macy: Zach said Your a fat dirty whore!!!

My jaw dropped. I then couldn’t breathe. I waited a minuet for a text saying it was to the wrong number but it never came.

Me:Uhm..Zach did?

I questioned. Maybe she was just playing with me like always. I then thought. It wasn’t like they would tell me if they were lying or not. My phone then vibrated again.

Macy: Yes.

Me: Mhm

I texted. I felt my stomach launch forward as another text came to my phone.

Macy: hey its Zach and your a skank teeheee :)
Zach used Macy’s phone a lot to text me.I felt the tears go down my cheeks. I breathed out shakily. I couldn’t take anymore. I was done. I can’t take much more. If this is what they wanted they could have it.

Me:I’m done we’re over.

I texted and turned my phone off. I held my chest as it began to ache. I felt my heart drop to my feet as it broke into pieces. I cried lightly. I then felt the car stop. I looked up at our house. I sniveled.

“Wait.” I heard Bryce mumble as his hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. He looked at me and he bit his lip as heat went up to his cheeks.

“It was him wasn’t it. He made you cry.” He said angrily. I gulped and opened the door and ran into the house and into my room. I slammed the door behind me and dropped onto my bed. The tears coming out harder against my pillow. I couldn’t stop crying.

“I want you to stay here with her. Make her stuff just give her or do anything she needs or wants. I have to go get some stuff. Make sure she’s alright.” I heard Bryce say as my door creaked open. I felt a hand go through my hair and then lips on my head.

“I’ll be right back Case..I love you.” Bryce mumbled against my head. I then heard his footsteps as he walked away. I held my hands under my pillow as I gripped the sheets underneath.

“If she wants chocolate or I think I have monsters in my fridge in my room if she wants any of that give her it. You make her feel worse I kick your ass bro.” He said threateningly to Mason.

“I know dude. Now just go do what you gotta do.” Mason mumbled. I pulled the pillow over my head and just laid there on my bed. Already feeling my under eyelids starting to get all puffy. I heard the front door slam shut and then the starting of Bryces car. I breathed out shakily and turned over, placing my hands over my face. I massaged my forehead.

“Hey...Move over a little.” I pulled my hands away from my face and looked up at Mason. I gulped and sat up and moved over. I leaned against the wall and laid my arms on my knees. The bed creaked as Mason sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. He kissed my head lightly. I sniveled. He then put his fingertips under my chin,lifting my head up.

“It’ll get better. You can do better.” He mumbled. I shook my head. Zach was the best there was.I knew that. I then looked at Mason in shock as he leaned in to me and pressed his lips to mine. I shivered as his fingers traced up and down my cheek. I pulled away.The tears still going down my cheeks. I gulped and looked at him. He kissed my forehead. I laid my head on his shoulder. He then turned me around. My back against his chest. I tilted my head.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he laid his hands on my shoulders. He chuckled.

“I use to give you massages when we were little when you cried. It always made it all better.” He said and started massaging my shoulders. I tilted my head and smiled a little. My shoulders relaxing.

“Exactly.” He said as he stopped and kissed my shoulder. I smirked and cuddled up to his chest. He then grabbed the tv remote on my stand and turned on my dvd player. American dad played across the screen. Mason looked down at me and cocked an eyebrow.

“I have the seasons on dvd.” I said shyly. He chuckled and hugged me to his chest, pulling the covers over my body. I smiled and looked up at Mason. His eyes glued to the tv. He was so gorgeous. He then looked back at me, a smirk going across his lips. I blushed and looked away. He then pulled me back up and kissed my forehead.

“I’m always going to be here for you.” He mumbled against my head. I nodded. I laid my head back against his chest. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad..



Picture Me Broken

"A little less innocence,His morals aren’t so well defined,You’re here again, the rush beings
A line of joy and suicide,I can’t find the words to say this,I’m running out of patience,Dearest I'm so sorry you're disturbed,You know I'd hang on every word,With each breath you take I think I’ve learned,Careful you might get burned,Tears tug at the corners of my eyes,But I won’t let them go this time,You’re here again, the rush begins,A line of joy and suicide."

Picture Me Broken-Dearest (I'm so sorry)


Chapter 5

I opened my eyes lazily, yawning slightly as I moved and stretched my legs. I smiled a little as I saw American Dad still playing on the tv. I looked up from the chest I had been using as a pillow to see Mason. His eyes shut and his light breathing. I sat up. I admired every aspect of him. He was beautiful..but he was like my brother. He was Bryce's brother and I didn't want to make him lose another person. He's already lost enough. Mason was my brother..Nothing more. Those feelings would have to wait. I said to myself. I then slowly slid down the bed to the floor. Trying my hardest to not wake up Mason.

I then walked over to my door, it creaking silently as I pushed it open. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I didn't hear the usual snores from my parents' bedroom. I tilted sideways a little to look at the clock on the radio above the tv in the living room. It was 11pm. They should have been home by now. I shook my head. I then walked down the hall and looked through the little crack of Bryce's bedroom.

His blue lava lamp on, the walls covered with the blue light. He sat on his bed leaning against the wall. A comic book in his lap,a cigarette between his lips. I pushed the door open slowly. It creaking as it opened. Bryce's head turned to the door. I stood in the doorway, looking over at him. He tried his hardest on putting up the smile on his lips. I could do nothing but try and return it. He then put his comic book on his bed stand and patted beside him.

"Come here." He said warmly and skooched over a little. I nodded and crawled onto his bed. He exhaled, a grey puff of smoke leaving his lips. The blue light gleaming against it.

"You okay?" He asked, putting the cigarette back in between his lips. I shrugged. The end of his cigarette glowing as he breathed in,smoke leaving his nose as he exhaled. He then reached his arm behind me, dropping his cigarette in the ash tray. He then pulled me into a hug. I felt the tears rising back up to my eyes. All the times I had been holding back every emotion..All the times