Brock winced at the unwanted nickname. Even if he hadn't recognized the voice, there was only one person in the world who would dare call him that and he really didn't wanna deal with her at the moment.
He turned around to see Kori running toward him, her short blonde hair flying out behind her. He'd never actually understood how she'd managed to make it seem short when it really passed her shoulders with choppy layers but he got the feeling he didn't want to know. Actually, he didn't just get the feeling, he knew. Once, he'd overheard Roland asking Raphael, and the blonde boy merely shuttered and said that girls were like sorcerers.
"What?" he asked, working to keep the disdain at talking to her out of his voice.
Ever since Pure approached him on his feelings for the girl in front of him, his mind had gone on a whirlwind. Was it wrong to have a crush on his best friend's girlfriend? Even if said best friend knew about it and at least one of their other friends felt the exact same way (Roland; as far as he knew, Julian was completely over her, and Julius had been acting weird ever since Christmas break, like he was pining over a girl of his own)? So as a result, he had been going out of his way to make sure he never found himself alone with her.
"It's Pure," he winced. Of course it would be her. It was as if the universe knew that she was one of his biggest current weaknesses for reasons that were unknown to him. "I think she may be on the verge of remembering something."
That caused him to start, eyes wide. "What?"
Kori nodded. "She got all excited earlier over Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. I think she may be having deja vu or something with them."
Brock gulped, the thought of after a week and a half of watching her torture herself with not knowing who she was being over making him irrationally excited. Then he realized something and paused. "What do you need me for, then?"
"We need to get back to my house so I can grab the movies." Kori explained. "If just the mention of them caused such a reaction from her, imagine what watching them would do."
Brock stared down at her with wide eyes. She was right. They could be so close. Her blue eyes gazed intently up at him, filled with absolute certainty that he would help out. Because he-like all the other boys-always did. They never had the heart to say "no" to her.
Because they were all in love with her... at least to an extent.
Was it wrong to have a crush on your best friend's girlfriend?
Kori froze, disbelief flooding over her features. "What?" she asked, her tone giving away just how used she wasn't to having him turn her down.
"School starts tomorrow." suddenly, anger was flowing through his veins like the words out of his mouth. She had to realize that he wasn't going to respond to her beck and call the way she wanted him to anymore. "We can't just up and leave, even if it's just for a few hours."
"What's happening with Pure is sad, yes. But we've put our lives on hold long enough. We can't-"
He was cut off by a sharp pain shooting through his cheek. His grey eyes grew wide in shock as his head flew to the side. Had she really-?
"I can't believe you." Kori's voice was low, an almost whisper, as she lowered the hand she had used to slap him. "Pure is helpless right now, and you're not going to do everything in your power to help regain her memory? I thought-" she cut off, before shaking her head. "I thought you were better than that."
She turned on her heel and stormed off as Brock stared after her in shock, his hand cupping his now throbbing jaw. What the girl lacked in size, she definitely made up for in words and momentum. He felt like he'd been punched in the stomach as well as slapped in the face.
Had it been wrong of him to refuse to help Pure just because of his paranoia with the blonde?
He sighed, and shook his head. It probably was, but he still couldn't bring himself to regret his decision. This petty crush he'd had on Kori had gone on for too long. Julian was over it-and there was a chance Julius was too-he couldn't fall behind. If they could do it, then so could he. Pure would understand, wouldn't she? Of course she would. She was so innocent, she probably thought he could do no wrong. Somehow that made him feel all the more worse. He was doing the exact same thing to her that he had just accused Kori of doing to him.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and forced the thought from his mind. It didn't matter if she understood or not. If she did, then he had no reason to blame himself. Just like he couldn't blame Kori for the five of them following her around like lost dogs. She didn't mean to take advantage of them; she probably didn't even fully realize that she was.
The black haired girl was lying on his bed, her eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as she looked between a scrap piece of paper and the book. Brock walked behind her to get a better look at what she was doing.
Sense and Sensibility was scrawled in shaky, unsure letters across the paper and she had highlighted random letters throughout the book. He cocked his head to the side in confusion before chuckling silently to himself as he figured out what she was doing.
"Trying to teach yourself how to read?"
Pure jumped at his voice, before rolling around to face him. She smiled and nodded, seemingly proud of herself that she had been able to come up with this solution all on her own. Brock figured she had written that on the paper, not knowing what it had meant, but managed to figure it out after Kori told her or something along those lines.
"Well, I hate to tell you, but that isn't going to help much. That's only... what? Ten letters?" he knelt down beside her, and pointed to the piece of paper. "You won't get very far without even half of the alphabet."
Pure frowned and ducked her head, which caused him to feel even worse. Here she was, trying so hard, and he had let his emotions get in the way of helping with something that could take her even further into figuring out her past.
"C'mon." he grabbed her hand, "I'll help you."