Confessions of a Bestfriend

Chapter 20 Judgment Day

Chapter 20

(Aria's POV)

Nothing could compare to what happened last night. It was the longest night of my entire life. The paint spill incident after our band was completely unexpected.

Ericka risked her reputation and popularity by saving me. It was a bold thing to do. Of course she did save my life before, but this time she saved me from utter humiliation. Her beauty and status were equally important as her life. So, it was a big deal for her to take a bucket of pink paint and be mocked by the whole school. I was again grateful to her.

We finally resolved our differences and insecurities. I was more than happy to know that me and my bestfriend were back again.

However, the unforseen circumstance, that was the fire, was without a doubt the major event of that faithful night. No one knew how it started. Well, I did not know.

We were just in the girl's bathroom when it occured. Hence, the principal and maybe most of the people at school probably had the impression that I'm one of the culprit. We were coincidentally nearest to the place of incident.

As I gauged my way to my locker, kids glared their judgmental eyes upon me. I'm getting tired of people always whispering and talking behind my back. Especially at this very moment that I knew for a fact that I did nothing to do with the arson.

"I'm innocent people!" I screamed in my head.

"Save your innocent face A. These people are too dense to even bother to know the truth." Ericka popped out of nowhere as she tapped my shoulder.

I was so busy with my thoughts that I didn't notice her. She was wearing a smug look on her face. I bet these kids also gave her the we-know-you-did-it glares.

"Seems like it." I snagged my bag and walked with Ericka.

"So, you wanna go first?" Ericka asked holding her iPhone.

"First? For what?" I asked.

"Mr. Hemmingway, eight o'clock remember?" She reminded.

"Oh that..." I stared at the floor then to her.

She had a habit of fidgeting her phone when she's stressed out or when in crisis. Unlike me, I usually get sick or my stomach would hurl.

"I don't know. I think I'm gonna be sick." I grimaced from the knot that I was feeling inside my stomach.

"Don't be nervous. We're not the ones who started it." Ericka said.

"Yea, I know, but I'm just stressing out. You can't deny it yourself." I pointed out her hands fidgeting faster this time on her phone.

She raised her eyebrow and grinned. We finally arrived at the principal's office and Mrs. Finn, the receptionist welcomed us.

"Mr. Hemmingway's expecting the two of you. Mr. Dylan is still inside." She said in her squeaky voice.

Me and Ericka both looked at each other.

"Could you just please wait here and then after him, one of you could go in." She informed us while giving us her sardonic smile.

She's a small, brunette woman maybe in her late forties who liked wearing polka dots blouses and dresses. This time she went all out with those big red dots on her white dress down to her knees. She swayed back to her computer after talking and completely ignored us.

Ericka rolled her eyes and gallantly sat on the colossal couch intended for students who had concerns with the principal. I did the same but as I sat, the foam of the couch barged down and I got stuck.