Just Fake It

Just Fake It -01-

- 01 -

 Scarlette

I'll begin with this very simple, very truthful fact.

I am not a whore.

It's the truth, I swear by it. There are so many different versions of my story, that the truth just gets all ugly and jumbled in the middle. No, I am not a whore and I'll explain why. Yeah, my story will have it's ups, it's downs and it's boring middle bits but ... as I said it's all the about the truth.

It all started with a bus stop.

Of course there was life before that, I mean I was born, then about 5 years later my annoying little brother emerged into my life, kicking and screaming. I went to junior school and then middle school and then secondary school. I met two special people in those two places. Not just two people, but the two people that actually bother to matter in my story, Vanya and of course, Ariel.

They don't really matter at this point, at least Vanya doesn't, she'll come in a little later, but I should probably explain Ms Ariel.

Ariel Neilson was that one girl who wasn't popular but very well easily could have been. You know, the one who hangs around for no known reason with that strange smile on her face? Yeah her. At that point I looked up to her, pretty much worshipped her every move. She was beautiful with black hair that always seemed to hold perfectly.

She wore the best clothes and always looked perfect among the crowd, she fitted in but stuck out at the same time. It annoyed me, and I obsessed over how she managed it no end. 

But getting back to the bus stop...

It was the second week of being Sophomores, and I was helping Ariel fix a mix that had happened with an early piece of assessment she'd submitted (did I mention she is smart as hell?). She insisted I take her bus, even though I was late home, so I did. I didn't think it would be a big deal, and it wasn't.

I was lucky that I gave in to her. As the bus pulled to a halt in front of Ariel's bus stop, I saw him. He was perfect. Gorgeous. Amazingly hot. He was tall, lanky, with olive skin and floppy brown hair that covered his large puppy dog eyes. He leaned against the wall of the bus shelter as he spun a skateboard in his right hand.

I felt my heart stutter.

And right next to me, I felt Ariel's jump too. He had taken us both off our feet within our first glance of him. I nudged Ariel, the bus driver looked at us impatiently as we stood in mid walk. She smiled, regaining herself and slipping out of the bus stop as I followed her less then gracefully.

I watched Ariel coolly walk to the bus shelter and sit down, not directly next to the boy, but enough to suggest she wanted to talk. That was what I liked most about Ariel, everything she did meant something.

I followed suite, finding myself blushing already. Gosh I was an idiot.

"Hey," Ariel piped up. The boy seemed to be caught off guard, dropping his skateboard and watching it as it bounced of Ariel's toe and hitting the pavement.

Ariel gave a cry as the boy looked between her and his skateboard, unsure of which to attend to first. I gave a little giggle.

"Crap, I'm so sorry," he rushed, quickly grabbing his skateboard before turning to Ariel, but not without flashing me a smile that made butterflies blossom in my stomach.

"Oh... no it's fine," smiled Ariel, brushing her long locks away from her eyes. She smiled, looking down at her foot and checking the damage. I knew Ariel was feigning any real injury, she was as tough as nails. I'd seen her take a basketball to the face and remain unperturbed, a skateboard on her foot was nothing.