Clash

Chapter five - April

"Are you signing up for anything April?" Erika asks me quietly.
If there's one person in this world who's shyer than I am, it's Erika Bennet.
She is basically my only other friend apart from India except the difference between the two is that Erika would never abandon me for the popular kids because she'd rather jump off a bridge than have to face social interaction with anyone who isn't either her family or a complete loner like myself.
But something I've realised over the years is that even the loners aren't alone because they have each other. And trust me, it's better than being alone.
Having equally invisible friends means that no one has to sit by the bins alone.
"No way." I reply giving her a look.
"Why not? You should join gym club. You know you're good enough." She presses.
"Yeah I might be but they wouldn't ever let me on the team. It's filled with a bunch of popular bitches." I mumbled.
Erika flinched at my profanity. She wasn't so used to swearing as I was.
"There's no harm in trying is there." She assures me.
"Maybe. Anyway let's get to English. Last time I was late I had to sit next to Smelly Nellie."
Nellie Dayne was given that nickname by none other than India because apparently she smells bad. Which is true. Seriously has the girl never taken a shower before?
As we walk towards the classroom Erika tells me about the clubs she's signing up for which is basically just photography and art.
I stop to bend down and tie my laces.
First mistake .
Because a few seconds later I'm faced with Serena Blackmore.
I look up at her worriedly. She's staring at me with a viscous look on her face.
"Out of my way." She orders, waving me aside.
"Sorry." I mutter and proceed to standing up but of course I accidentally bump my head on hers.
"Ow what the fuck." She seethes, clutching her head.
Second mistake.
"Oh my god I'm so so sorry Serena." I apologise hastily.
My head hurts like hell but I don't think it's the time to worry about that.
That's when I notice India standing next to her, watching me with a blank look on her face.
"God you're such a freak." Serena shrieks, pushing my books down to the floor.
"I said I was sorry." I tell her, bending down to collect my books.
"And I said move but you failed to that. Don't ever come near me again Bitch, in fact don't even breathe the same air." Serena hisses and storms away, followed by my so called best friend who did nothing to help.
"India." I call angrily.
Now I have had enough.
She doesn't stop walking, but Serena does.
"Did you not hear me? I said don't ever come near us. How dare you attempt to talk to her."
"I can talk to my friend whenever I fucking want." I retort.
"Friend?" India laughs and walks towards us.
"Someone like you and someone like me will never be friends let alone acquaintances. Let's go S, leave the nerd to clean up this mess."
Excuse me?
"What mess?" Serena wonders, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"This one." India smiles and grabs a cup off a random girl passing by.
Before the girl has time to protest, India has opened the lid and poured the entire thing on me.
It was a strawberry smoothie.
"You bitch!" I scream at her, flicking the liquid off my face and directly into her.
"We aren't friends." She tells me with an intense glare.
"Not anymore we aren't." I shoot back at her and storm away angrily.
She went too far this time. Way too far.
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Somehow my anger manages to intensify as the day goes on and by the time I'm home I'm just about ready to stab someone in their sleep.
I get that she has to be mean to me in front of Serena but why the hell would she go far enough to pour a freaking smoothie on me.
Luckily I had English as my next lesson after the smoothie assassination so I was let out early to wash up.
I still can't get all the pink stickiness out of my hair but a shower should wipe it all away.
"Woah what happened to you?" Ben laughs as I slam the door shut.
"India happened." I grumble.
"India, as in your best friend?"
"She's not my best friend anymore Ben, and she hasn't been for quite a while now." I explain sadly.
"But wasn't she over here just last night?" He asks with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah to gush about her freaking boyfriend and let me know she forgot about my birthday."
"Low blow girl, low blow."
"I know right! I know when her birthday is and I can't believe she doesn't know mine anymore."
After a few moments Ben pipes up again, "Well she's hot now so maybe that's why she ditched you."
"Not really helping Ben, like at all." I inform him and walk up my stairs to shower.
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Half an hour later my showers done and I've calmed down just a bit.
Maybe she was just having a bad day or something?
Or maybe she really has become as mean as I thought.
I have no more time to ponder the thought because guess who comes barging through my door.
Princess India of course .
"I can explain." She begins , standing in front of me.
"Go ahead." I bite back a few profanities to let her speak.
"You shouldn't have said anything about me being your friend or said anything to me at all because If I don't reply and say something remotely bitchy, Serena will know something's up."
Yeah something is up. You're a two faced little bitch.
"Besides," India continues . "You should consider yourself lucky I dropped that smoothie on you because trust me Serena was about to do much much worse."
"You're unbelievable." I sighed. "I should consider myself lucky you, who's supposedly my best friend, threw a smoothie at me and pretended we didn't even know each other. Why are you so embarrassed that we're friends!" I yell the last part at her and she stands back in shock as if I've slapped her. Which to be honest I'd love to right now.
"Face it April, you're just not confident enough to hang around with my friends and me. Sorry but it's not my fault."
"Oh so it's my fault you decided I wasn't cool enough for you. Great thanks so much India."
"Oh my god you're ridiculous sometimes. Stop being so over dramatic." She rolls her eyes which furthers my anger.
"You're such a complete bitch! No wonder your dad walked out on you, I would have too." I say bitterly .
The hurt look on her face reminds me that I've gone too far. Wayyyy too far. Her dad was a touchy topic that I rarely brought up.
Now she looks like she's about to cry or kill me.
"How could you say That to me!" She whispers.
"That's not what I meant." I begin to apologise .
" yes it is. That's exactly what you meant. And I thought I was the bitch."
At that she leaves and I'm left thinking that for the first time in a long time, she's completely right.
I am a bitch.