3,000 Views Special - Bridgette Prom Possibilities

I meant to do a special post for 2,500 views but I was just way too busy when that happened. Instead, I'm doing a 3,000 views special! I'm completely blown away that this story has had this many views! Thank you so much for reading my little story!

As a thank you, I thought it would be fun to play a little "game" with Bridge's upcoming prom. A little teaser, if you will.  =D  A "what might happen during the prom" post.


There may be a possibility that Carson goes with Waverly. . .

OR

Perhaps he'll go with Bridge. . .

Maybe he'll dance with Waverly. . .

OR

He could dance with Bridge. . .

Will he kiss Waverly. . .

OR

Will he kiss Bridge. . .

Could be any combination of these possibilities.  All will be revealed in two chapters.  =D


Thanks so much again for reading!
Sandybeachgirl :)

Bridgette - Chapter Six: I'm Done

It felt like the never-ending senior year. If I had known that this is what my senior year was going to be like I would have begged Mom to homeschool me or at least send me off to a private school. Anything would have been better than the hell I had been living for the last six months.

 

 

It was March and the only things I was thankful for was the fact that the dreary looking winter was coming to an end and there was only a couple months left until graduation.  All I wanted to do was graduate high school and paint. I had decided that I didn’t want to go to college but instead just wanted to stay at home for a couple of years and start my painting career. I figured I could save some money while living at home and then after a couple of years I could put a down payment on a house and live on my own. 

 

 

Those were the dreams that were keeping me going the last several months.  As I sat on my bed I thought back over the last several months. It was pretty much the same crap over and over. There would be what I referred to as “the calm before the storm,” the Waverly storm. During that time it seemed like things were going decent. I was still feeling like the odd duck in our group and it seemed that we were all doing less things as a group. So I was usually left to find something to do by myself which usually ended up being painting.

 

 

Then the storm would hit. I swear Waverly had spies in that school. I would no sooner say something or would be alone with Carson before she would find me and warn me to back off or watch what I said.  I remember one time Carson and I happened to walk to class together and she flipped out. She claimed that someone had told her that while he and I were walking to class together that I was hanging all over him and flirting with him.  No matter how many times I tried to deny things, she always seemed convinced that I was out to get Carson. She had somehow convinced herself that my goal was to steal Carson away from her. My only goal was to get everyone to realize who she really was which was hard since she never acted this way when anyone else was around. She would always find a way to get me alone when she blew up.

 

 

That’s probably one reason why Carson and her were still together. If someone had told me at the beginning of the school year that they would still be together with two months left to go in the school year, I would have laughed right in their face.  I would have told them Carson was smarter than that.  I really struggled with that fact; the fact that my best friend had been so oblivious and infatuated that he was blinded to who the girl he was dating truly was.   Blinded for almost a whole school year to how she treated me, his supposed best friend. At this point, the only reason I was continuing with my revenge plan was to get back at Waverly for all of the months of hell she had put me through. I had long ago given up on the idea of Carson and I being friends after he and Waverly broke up. I just didn’t think there was a way that I could forgive him for being so blind.

I was interrupted by a knocking on my door and the sound of Mom’s voice on the other side “Honey, can we come in for a minute?” I guessed that the we meant her and Dad.

I stood up. “Sure, come on in.”

 

 

Mom entered my room with dad entering behind her. Mom sat down on at the end of my bed and dad chose the other bed. They both had serious looks on their faces which kind of scared me.

 

 

“Bridge, we were wondering what you plans are after high school. We realized that you hadn’t really talked to us about it.”

 

 

“Well, I figured that I could stay here for a couple of years while I start my painting career and that would give me a chance to save up some money for a house of my own.”

 

 

Mom and Dad looked at each other and an unspoken understanding happened between them. I noticed Mom take a deep breath. “Have you ever considered college?”

I looked confusingly between the two of them. I had no idea where this was coming from. Neither of them had ever mentioned anything about me going to college. “Why would I go to college when what I want to do is paint? Do you think painting isn’t good enough of a career? I figured since both of you have had careers that aren’t “normal” that you would be supportive of my choice.”

 

 

“No, it’s not that we’re not supportive of your career choice, it’s that there’s so much you could learn about your career by going to college. You’d be learning from people who have themselves studied to paint.”

 

 

“Let me ask you this, did you go to college to learn to be a composer?”

 

 

“No, but I am the rare exception.”

“But you still didn’t go to college, right?”

“No I didn’t, but . . .”

“What about you Dad? Did you go to college to learn to be a rodeo rider or a ranch owner?”

“No, but. . .”

 

 

“So then why should I have to go to college to learn to be a painter?”

 

 

“Because even though neither of us went to school, we still learned from those who had more knowledge than us; it’s very important to do that so you can progress. If you don’t, you’ll be stuck.” Mom explained.

 

 

“Then why doesn’t Charlie have to go to school? Why should I have to go to college and Charlie is allowed to stay here?”

 

 

“Because Charlie will be learning how to run the ranch from me, plus he will be signing up for some business classes from the local community college. I wish I had more understanding of the business end of running a ranch and that’s something I can’t teach him.” Dad piped in.

 

 

“Why can’t I just do that then? I could sign up for some classes at the community college.”

 

 

“Bridgette, we really think you should look at all your options and that includes going away to college.” Mom said more sternly.

 

 

“What if I look into it and I decide that I’d rather stay here and take some classes at the community college?”

I could tell neither one of them wanted to answer. It was then that I realized that my parents weren’t really suggesting that I look into going to college; they were pretty much telling me that whether I wanted to or not, I was going.

 

 

“I don’t understand why you both are doing this? Why are you basically forcing me to go to college?!”

 

 

“We both think this is the best thing for you Bridge. All we’re asking is that you give it a year. If you decide that after a year that you don’t want to continue then you can come back home and go ahead with your plan.” Dad tried to reassure me.

I was furious. I had almost finished the crappiest senior year and now my parents were telling me what to do after I graduated. I knew I had no choice; if I wanted them to support me then I was going to have to go along with their plan at least for a year.

 

 

“If I agree, do I have your word that if I choose to leave college after a year that you will uphold your part of the bargain and let me live here until I can support myself?”

“Yes, we will do that but only if you uphold your part of the bargain.” Mom agreed.

I took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. But I want you to know that I am not happy about this and I’m only doing it because you’ve basically given me no choice.”

 

 

“Bridge, please try to . . .” Dad started to explain

“Just please leave.” I told them turning away from both of them so they wouldn’t see the tears that were forming in my eyes. They got up and quietly left my room closing the door behind them.

Once I heard their footsteps go down the hallway I laid back down on my bed and started crying. I felt like I had lost everything; my friends, my senior year, and now the dreams that had kept me from slipping into a depression. I was done; done with high school, done with wanting revenge, done with Appaloosa Plains and most definitely done with Carson and Waverly. As far as I was concerned, they could have each other and Carson could find out on his own who Waverly really was.

 

 

Bridgette - Chapter Five: What Kind of Game Are You Playing?

 

 

My suspicions about Trent and Julie were confirmed several weeks later when they announced that they were dating.  I was happy for both of them but a part of me was starting to feel left out. Kate and Charlie were together, Carson was dating Waverly, and now Trent and Julie were dating.  Then there was me; dating no one. For the first time since we had all been friends, I felt like an outsider. It wasn’t anything that anyone was doing on purpose, it was just the fact that everyone in our group was all cuddly with someone and I was just standing there most of the time wishing I could crawl into a whole or go somewhere else

 

 

 

Then there was the whole Waverly incident. Ever since the pool party she had made it a point to cling to Carson whenever I was around. Not just a cute “we’re dating and I’m so happy” cling, more of a “he’s mine not yours obnoxious and infuriating” kind of cling. I swear, every time I saw them together I just wanted to punch her face in. Instead I thought of ways to get the little witch back.

I had every intention of following my plan of revenge. I didn’t care how long it took, how patiently I’d have to wait, how many moon cycles would pass, or even if I had to wait for peace on Earth to occur and I had to stop said peace, I was going to beat her at her own game.  When I was through with her, she wasn’t going to know what hit her and Carson would finally see her for who she really was.  Then we could go back to being friends and not have to deal with this Waverly crap.

I was standing in front of some lockers one afternoon when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was sure it was going to be Waverly. She had spent the last several weeks taking every opportunity to shove it in my face that she had Carson and that he would believe her over me. I still wasn’t sure if that was true, but I could say one thing, Carson seemed oblivious to how Waverly was acting toward me. Even Kate, Charlie, Julie, and Trent had noticed that there was some friction between Waverly and me. Whenever they asked about it I tried to blow it off and just told them to drop it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath fully expecting to turn around and to be face to face with Waverly. Instead, I was surprised to see Carson.  I looked around quickly to see if Waverly was around. The last thing I wanted was to add fuel to the fire and have her get all jealous that he was talking to me.

 

 

“Hey, why are you looking around like that? Are you meeting someone here?” He had a really confused look on his face.

 

 

“No. . .What’s up?” I was honestly surprised that he was there talking to me. There were few times since the pool party that Carson and I had talked alone.  Most of the time it was him just checking in to see what was up with me and to gush about Waverly.

 

 

“I’ve just been noticing that you seem a little. . .I don’t know. . .sad lately. Are you okay.”

 

 

I was shocked. For the first time in about a month and a half, Carson had finally noticed something and someone other than Waverly.  I so badly wanted to tell him everything; how I had found Waverly snooping in my room, how she had threatened to destroy Carson and my friendship, how it appeared that she was only interested in him to make me angry, and that all her affection toward him seemed fake. I knew it would do no good though. He was so infatuated with her at his point that I knew he still couldn’t see what I did. I was going to have to lie to him to protect our friends, him, and me.

“Oh, you know,  you have a girlfriend, Kate and Charlie are dating and now Julie and Trent are dating. I suppose I’m just feeling a little out of the loop.” That wasn’t a complete lie.

 

 

“I didn’t even think about that.” Of course you didn’t, you’re too obsessed with Waverly right now. “We should all be a little more sensitive toward how you’re feeling. I’ll talk to Waverly and the others and we’ll try to be a little more sensitive.”

 

 

 

When he mentioned talking to Waverly I almost jumped. I had to compose myself so he wouldn’t think I was upset. I didn’t do a good job since he caught it before I could regain my composure.

“What’s up Bridge? You act like that’s a horrible idea?”

 

 

“It’s just. . .” I had no idea how to explain that I didn’t want him to talk to his girlfriend without raising his suspicions and then having him run and tell her that I was acting all weird, which would then cause her to come to me and harass me. “Carson, I know you’re trying to be nice and do what you think would help me, but believe me when I tell you that talking to everyone is not the solution. It’s okay that all of you are dating; I’m happy for all of you. Just forget that I said anything.” I didn’t want to talk to him about it anymore so I just walked away, leaving him standing there by himself.

 

 

I made it to the end of the day and didn’t hear any more about it from Carson and Waverly hadn’t approached me so I figured I was in the clear. I got my stuff together and headed to the playground. Ever since Charlie and Kate had announced they were dating, they had started riding together in Charlie’s truck. I was still driving Jeff and we usually met on the playground after school. I was sitting on one of the swings when I noticed someone approaching me. I looked up thinking it would be Jeff but rolled my eyes when I noticed who it was. Waverly.

 

 

She was glaring at me which I knew meant that I was going to get a mouthful. I wished so badly that I could give her a  mouthful, a mouthful of my fist. I dreamt about it while she approached me.

 

 

“You don’t think I know your game? I know exactly what you’re trying to do Bridgette Hobble.” I started to wonder if she really knew what I was planning to do to her.

 

 

“What are you talking about Waverly?”

 

 

“Don’t play all innocent with me! You’re trying to make Carson feel bad for you in hopes that he’ll break up with me. Well it’s not going to work!”

 

 

I almost let out a chuckle and smile. That’s really what she thought I was doing. I had actually tried to have the reverse happen because I was smart enough to know that it wouldn’t work since he was still so into her. I stood there for several seconds trying to determine what my response should be.

“Honestly Waverly, that’s the last thing I was trying to do.”

 

 

“Don’t try to deny it! He told me that you were feeling left out and that we shouldn’t be so cuddly in front of you. Don’t deny it!”

 

 

I was relieved to know that she thought that was the game I was playing. “I did mention that I was feeling left out but not just because of you two. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, or if you’re just too selfish to notice anyone but yourself, but all of my friends are dating someone. Not just Carson. He asked what was wrong; I told him that I felt a little left out of the group. He suggested talking to you and the others and I told him to forget about it, because honestly, why would I want to hear you complaining to me about how I influenced Carson to do something. I mean, we both know that I can’t stand you so why would I do something that I knew would cause you to come up to me and bitch at me.”

 

 

She looked confused and mad. She had no idea how to respond to what I had just said and I was pretty sure I had lost her about halfway through my explanation. And to think that Carson is attracted to this bimbo.

 

 

“Well just be sure that you don’t do it again. Remember, I can make it so you and him are never friends again.” She turned around as fast as a tornado and almost ran into Jeff.

 

 

 

 

Jeff looked confusingly between her and me as he walked up to me. “What was that all about?”

 

“Nothing. And just so we’re on the same page; you didn’t see anything, you didn’t hear anything, and whole interaction never occurred.”

 

 

“But don’t you want your friends to know what a bitch she is?”

 

 

“Oh, they will; but not because I tell them, but because she reveals it to them herself.”

 

“What kind of game are you playing Bridge?”

 

 

“One where I’m going to win and Waverly isn’t going to know what hit her.”