Being Different

Very Very Nice

"So where to?"

"Its a thirty minute ride from here, I can take a bus or something"

"Lexi will kill me tomorrow if she found out I left you here"

"Yeah well my mom would kill Lexi before anything"

"Why?"

"Oh, just because she got drunk and left me with her friend" I lied. 

Just to get things clear, I do not dislike people of such community. They are okay, but my mum has taught us better and forbids me and my sister from 'being different'. 'Being different' as she calls it, is a sin. "A women only is different, because they aren't pretty enough to impress a man, so they go for one of their own." she says. Once, my sister even debated. "It's not a choice mom, it's who you are". My mum remained silent. She just stood there looking at her. Then she shifted her attention to me. "Do you have anything to say about this, honey?" Yes. "No." "All right, now please leave for a moment while I speak with your sister." I knew what was coming. I looked at Lexi, who had tears in her eyes. 'I'm sorry' I mouthed to her. She broke more. Later that night, I saw my sister walk into our room with red eyes. They were swollen. She had a bruise on her cheekbone as well. She went to her bed and went to sleep. I felt terrible, so I got out of bed and went to hers. As I heard her slowly weeping, I cuddled her from behind. "I'm sorry."

"So you don't drink, I see," Shelby said as she looked at me. This jolted me back into reality. "I do, but not in front of my sister, she would tell"  said as trying to push away rude thoughts from my head. Aside from whatever my mum said, I liked Shelby. She was really outgoing, and quite humorous as well. And mostly, she was very nice to me. Very very nice.

"So you're not such a goody miss two shoes then, huh?" she joked.

"I hope not," I said, blushing slightly because I realized her first impression of me. "I think you are the ideal blonde then".

She chuckled, "Is that what you think of me?".

"Well, whenever my sister mentioned you, she said you're good at everything; singing, dancing, drawing, sports."

"I knew she loved me."

I laughed quietly. And then the car became silent. I wanted to ask her about the incident, but something kept me from doing so. I wanted to ask Lexi rather than her. If I didn't believe Lexi, I'd ask Shelby.

"It's not true, you know," Shelby said, breaking the silence. I looked up at her, a puzzled expression on my face. Her demeanor had become more serious. I raised my brow. She was aware of it, but she remained silent. "Me being the 'perfect blonde'". she said after a while, but this time she chuckled, trying to cover up the seriousness she had before.

"I suppose so."

"Are you implying I'm not perfect?" she exclaimed loudly.

"No, no. No. I just meant that, everyone has flaws. And that is okay". She turned her head to me, still with her hands on the wheel. She raised her eyebrows. "E-except for you" I ended with a stutter.

"Why so serious. You know I was just teasing you right?" she said with her eyes back on the road. "Your not scared of me or something are you?"

"A little bit"

"Well, I should be scared of you. Your sister told me once that you chipped her teeth with your fists".

I burst out laughing. She laughed too, quite loudly. 

Then suddenly, something happened. I didn't realize it until later, but the car had stopped suddenly. My heart stopped for a second. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Instead I curled up quickly into a ball and hid my face behind my seats.

"Sorry" Shelby exclaimed. She looked at me and laughed. "Hey sorry but it was just a red light, no need to be so scared". I gradually returned to my original spot realizing what had happened. I thought I was going to die. "I- I - uh - Sorry, I just panicked". "Don't worry it was cute".

That was when I realized. Or that was the moment I started overthinking every possible theory that could explain what was going on here. First theory; she was being very very nice to me, like she was earlier, and I just was imagining things after learning about my sister and her. Second theory; she was hitting on me. I do appreciate her thinking that I was worth hitting on, but I would never respond to it. After what happened the last time my mom thought I was doing drugs, I would could never do that to my mom. I know she wasn't such a good mother, but she was still my mother, and I loved her. Third theory; she said that to make me feel better since I was such a loser. These theories never left my head. I didn't realize this yet, but I had been silent. Silent. Silent throughout the rest of the car ride. Silent when she dropped me off and said goodbye, which I hadn't responded to. Silent when Chuck asked me where I was and why I was late. Silent until I went to my room, locked the door, jumped face first on my bed, stuffed my face into the pillow, and screamed. 

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Hey. Hoped you liked it. Chapter 4 maybe tomorrow or the day after. Hope you guys are having a good day :)