“That meant nothing to me. I’d forget it if I were you,”
Those were the words I woke up to the next day. No matter how much I tried, they won’t leave. Even though, I wanted it too.
I stood up angrily from my bed, stomping my feet to the bathroom. Breathing out puffs of air, I took my tooth brush and begun making annoyed paces, as I brushed my teeth.
Flashbacks of him suddenly appeared into my head again. Thus, I grunted out, staring at the bathroom mirror with so much fury, growing in me.
“Who do you think you are, Asher Gilbert?!” I asked to no one in particular.
“Treating me like a piece of trash after the sensual night we had...” I trailed out.
“Is that what it all meant to you, really?” I choked out, this time becoming so much sober. I didn’t even realize when my eyes became teary. Mum said I’ve always been so dramatic. Maybe this was what she did mean.
Sighing it off, I entered the shower, having a quick bath before putting on my uniform. I decided to go with the shorts today because they were comfier. Thus, I put it on, ignoring the fact that it was a little tight in between. I paired it with the white t-shirt. I left my hair in a messy bun, unsure of what to do with it.
If anything, I wasn’t a fashion freak.
“Not bad,” I said, sizing myself up in the dresser’s mirror. Just as I grabbed my backpack, which laid on the floor, I heard a rip sound. My eyes bolted in shock at what that might have been.
No, no, no, no.
I thought.
It shouldn’t just be.
I moved towards the mirror to check out my shorts, only to discover that it had been ripped in between.
“Darn it!” I exclaimed. I looked at the alarm clock. It read 7:48am. And, going to school on a normal day was a 20 mins drive. But that was with a car. I was going with my bicycle because of the argument I had with Cole yesterday.
So, no drive.
That meant I was certainly going to be late today. Being late meant another detention...
“Shit.”
Hastily, I went into my closet, rummaging the entire wardrobe, looking for something suitable to wear. The quickest thing my hand could grab was a skirt my grandma Felicia knitted for me.
I quickly put it on and trotted out of my room.
…
There was no one on the corridors when I got to school. I knew it meant only one thing— classes had started. There was a bonus in this. It meant no one was around to look at how horrible I appeared in the skirt. And, there was certainly no Whitney to mock me.
But there was also a problem.
“Ms. Davis, could you please explain the reason as to why you’re late?” A teacher’s voice boomed through the corridors.
Now, this was the problem I just talked about.
Slowly, I averted my head, turning it anti-clockwise. I was met with the face of Mrs. Graham, the same Musical teacher that put me in detention the last time.
Just my luck.
I thought.
She was just like she was every time. Her ginger hair was in a professional bun and her clothes were tight in all places. In spite of the fact that she was in her forties, she had a seductive appearance which made most single male teachers want to hit on her.
“Well, cat got your tongue?” she asked.
“N-No it’s just...” I trailed out, searching for what to say. I knew I had to figure something out. I didn’t even know when a full lie began to make out from my mouth.
“...I have had it so hard these days, ma’am. M-My parents lost a commercial bus and have to makeup for the payment because it didn’t have insurance…”
“They’ve been so busy. Now I have to come to school with my bicycle on that road with the dangers around. You won’t believe what I came across just yesterday, ma’am.” I muttered, directing that to her. She had a frightful look on her face.
“W-What did you come across?”
“A wolf. A big black wolf. Baring its fangs at me, so vicious looking and ruthless. It chased me all the way home, ma’am. That…” I trailed my words again.
“…Was a narrow escape.” I concluded, bringing out a handkerchief and faking some crocodile tears. Aroused in pity, she placed a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s okay, dear. Don’t cry, I understand you.” she told me. She immediately brought out a book and wrote something on a piece of paper.
“Here, have it,” she said. My hands took it, while I arched a brow at what exactly she had given me.
“That’s a pass to enter your class. Explain to the teacher on duty that it’s from me,” Mrs. Graham said. I nodded slowly, wiping off my eyes again.
At least some part of the lie was the truth. I just added some parts to make it meaningful. These were my thoughts as I headed for class.
…
I gave a thankful sigh as soon as classed were over. Getting though that much of embarrassment from the skirt grandma knitted for me was quite humiliating. The skirt was a white and blue piece, she had carefully made for me, as a child.
But this was different.
I was no longer a child anymore. You see? More reason it would certainly look awkward.
Thus, I still sat on my seat. This was because I didn’t want anyone calling me out or mocking me. Whitney didn’t offer History so I didn’t have to listen to her nagging. That got a certain part of me thankful.
Though, I knew it would be short-lived... Because this was only the start of today and I was going to see her at the end of the day.
Not to talk about Asher Gilbert.
My days!
What was I supposed to do now?
I asked myself, facepalming and resting on the class table.
“Hey Phoe,” someone called out to me. I knew there was only one person that called me that. So, even without looking up, I muttered stiffly,
“Go away,”
“We need to talk about yesterday.” he said. My head was still on the table. And I didn’t intend on raising it anytime soon.
“Nope, not interested. Go away,” I let out. My body was forcefully raised from the table. My eyes looked into his green ones.
“I know I was being much of a d*ck head yesterday—”
“Much? You were a d*ck head yesterday,” I gritted out annoyingly.
“Yeah, I know and I’m sorry for that, Phoe. In fact, I’m done being an asshole.” he let out.
“For real?” I asked him. He meant the world to me and I hated it whenever we fought.
“Yeah, for real.” he answered.
“So, where were we?” I let out excitedly.
“Karaoke, blah blah. You couldn’t get Asher Gilbert to attend. Let’s forget about that and instead think of big things.” he said happily.
Now this was why I liked being friends with him. He was eccentric and weird. In fact, we both were.
“Oh really, like?”
“How I’m going to get someone famous perform for us on that day. Here is another list I specially created,” he said. handing it over to me.
My face immediately turned into a shade of red at it, in shock.
I held the piece of paper in my hand, while looking at Cole shockingly. I couldn’t believe that he just suggested that we ask Whitney’s sister to perform.I mean, of all things, why would he bring this up?“Wait really?” I asked him, with a shrunken nose.“Yup,” he answered.My brows cringed immediately. I wasn’t sure why he was doing this but I knew I would soon find out.“Are you being serious, right now?” I asked again.“Yeah, sure. It certainly would be better like that. Think about who won’t want to show up at our karaoke, after learning that she’d be performing?” he uttered, swaying his index fingers, like he had just won a jackpot.“It’s just like a ticket, to every student here,”I knew he had a point. The only thing was that his approach to things were a little outlandish at times.There was no soul in s
Cole had come to my aid by giving me Lilith’s scarf. She was his step sister but they went along pretty well. Lilith didn’t mind because it had been buried in her locker at school for a long while and she had no use for it.Thus, she agreed to lend me.I used it to protect my hair for the rest of the lectures, before school hours were over. Whitney gave me a mischievous look, as lectures went by. I ignored her facial expressions, not wanting to sign up for another trouble.Cole drove us in his old rickety car, dropping me off.The moment I got home, I noticed nobody was home, which I was a bit thankful for. I didn’t want them asking me any questions about my hair. I hastily went to my room, throwing my backpack on the bed.I grabbed a bottle of my shampoo, and commenced the washing of my hair. I scrubbed and scrubbed it, emptying about half of the content on my hair.I checked the bathroom mirror to see my pro
Something about the frat party tonight made me happy. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was so excited. Maybe this had to do with the fact that this was my first frat party. Either way, I wanted it to go well.This was why I had gone to Galaxy’s closet for something fancy. I had gotten a red skimpy gown with a sweetheart neckline. Once again, I took YouTube tutorials for my makeup. Had no absolute idea of how to do that, without any help.I also removed the bun from my red hair Whitney preyed upon, letting it fall. As l combed the dyed hair, my mind wandered to numerous things.What if I looked weird tonight?With my red hair, hopefully this turned out to be right.“Breathe in, Phoebe. You’re going to be fine,” I told myself, as I highlighted the stairs, in a silver high heels I had brought from the confines of my little closet.As I threaded the stairs, I could hear some low-key chattering from down s
The instant I opened my eyes, the first thing I laid my eyes on, were vintage walls. The whole place was designed with dull colours. Despite that, it was still stunning. Writhing my brows, I wondered where I was. With eyes searching around the room, I slowly scanned the room. There was a shelf and a mini bar, directly ahead of me.Just as I stood up, a throbbing pain hit my forehead.Slowly, last night’s events imprinted on my brain. I immediately gasped at the whole lot of things I had done.“Oh no,” I muttered, with a cringy voice. Rubbing my forehead at the headache that occupied me, I stood up slowly. I sighted my bare legs, re-tracing it all the way to my knee.I was clothed in a saggy shirt that wasn’t even mine. My hands clenched around my chest in protectiveness.What was happening here?Whose clothes was I putting on and, where the heck was I?Just like a response to my question, a door s
As I walked around the frat house, I crossed over empty red plastic cups. There were numerous shattered bottles everywhere. Creeping around some corners too, were lots of empty bottles rolling out. The whole place was disarranged.Only a few volunteers were trying to organize the place. It was obvious that they were probably part of the frat team. My legs desperately looked for the exit, with an intent to get out of here. I hissed at the cat whistles from the upper part of the house.“Boys would be boys,” I snickered out, rolling my eyes. A hand suddenly encamped around my shoulders. I looked behind, shaking abruptly, with a fright.“Hey, Phoebe” The voice called out. I narrowed my eyes at who it was. He looked somewhat familiar. I couldn’t help but become quite inquisitive at the moment.“Yeah…hey,” I muttered, in an unsure tone.“Are you perhaps lost? You’ve been lurking a
Surprises.Life for me just had to be always filled with them.I was an early bloomer. Thus, I didn’t even know what happened when a blood dripped from my chair, in the middle of class. Not until I heard the mocking laughter of the boys in class.It all made me feel so ashamed. In fact, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, that second.I mean, nobody even told me about that. It just happened out of the blue, without any form of warning.That was a surprise.Something that was uncalled for.Mum and dad just did this.And, I hated that they did.“How is he my brother?” I asked them, with a shaky voice. Guilt was written on both of their faces. My mind lingered to the reason they hadn’t told me of all this.Didn’t they think I deserved to know?“I-I thought I was the only child,” I choked out, with my eyes searching theirs. I desperately look
“Now, that’s a plus.” Cole gave me a startled look, commenting. It was pretty obvious that he was surprised. He wasn’t the only one. I was too. Mum had just said it out of the blue. And, Asher didn’t just drop by any day to see me?Why in the name of heavens would he show up here to solely see me?“Would be right back,” I muttered, before walking out the door.My legs scurried towards the stairs, going down. It creaked from its oldness. Although, it was still polished and exquisite just like it had been, ten years ago.The only difference was that it wasn’t the design in trend now.I moved towards the sitting room, knowing that was where we entertained visitors. And to my actual surprise, mum was correct. He really had shown up.But was it really to see me?Asher looked ripped as always, his numerous piercings everywhere and clothes that hugg
All my life, I had always wished I wasn’t the only child. Since when I was a little child, I always craved some company. This was why I felt delighted when Galaxy showed up, one day. Although, sadness had occupied me, knowing she lost people dear to her. But her company made me feel alive. Like I now had a friend. But one day, she went to school. The similar loneliness came back occupying me, all over again. Cole’s was different though. He was a friend that meant the world to me. That certainly didn’t mean he’d always be there. On my six-year-old birthday, I had wished to have another sibling. Infact, I did this every single year. I now did understand why mum and dad didn’t push to have another kid like I expected. I had a brother I never even knew of. Diego Leonard Davis. This form of happiness was in a way, different, because we were bound by blood this time. “Common Phoebe!” he