JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Sixty- Eight : Pity Party

Chapter Sixty- Eight : Pity Party

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        "Let's talk, Janna."

      Was what she blurted out of the blue. With her stance strode up in pride, eyes gazing back with intensity and a resolved firm, how could I not take her seriously?

    "What is it?" I answered whilst I shoved three textbooks that were thick like a encyclopedia, unto my small, square sized locker. I made sure to put in an extra squeeze for the textbooks to fit in nice.

      "I'm staying at your house tonight."

     Slam.

       I flickered my sight back to her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. What was she going to do in my house? She fully knows that my house is crowded and filled with my relatives at the moment, so I don't think that was a good idea; plus, tomorrow would still be a school day.

       "I know you've got a lot of things to do," she started, grasping her fingers on the hem of her skirt. "---but if I don't say anything, I'd be too late."

     "I always kept mum," Star trailed off. "---to the point when I gather the courage to speak up, it'd be too late."

     "So what are you saying?"

    "I'm saying I want to help you."

   "Help me with what?"

     She lowered her voice, softly so that no one passing by could hear. Her lips murmured. "Your feelings for Tom."

          I frown, my lips pursuing into distaste. "You don't have to do that."

       “You miss him, right Janna?”
    I didn’t answer, instead I turned my heel against her. Forgetting my ego on the line, I truly missed him. To me, the walk and trips I take to school are empty and silent whenever he’s not around.

      He’s become a part of my life now and suddenly he’s gone like nothing ever happened. I couldn’t answer Star—rather I wouldn’t, for admitting it just makes me feel pathetic. Nothing would change, even if I said it out loud or confronted him.

  “I’ll see you later, Janna,” Star murmured, and with that she left.

. . .

   “I’m Star Butterfly! Nice to meet you,” she smiled, flashing her friendly smile that people would immediately love.

  My mother swoons at her gesture, taking Star’s hand and shaking it vigorously. “Nice to meet you, Star. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

“Thank you for being friends with my daughter,” father added, taking Star’s hand in exchange and shook it firmly.

“Oh no worries! Janna’s been kind to me. In fact, I’m grateful that I met her.”

I thought she was saying that out flattery and to impress my parents, but I could see the sincerity in her eyes and I couldn’t disregard that. To think that I found her at the stall…if I didn’t took an action,
would I still be who I am now? Maybe not.