The Girl Who Burned

Chapter 2.

I had no idea what Tumblr was really used for. I mean I thought it was used for disgustingly cute couples, and the 2014 emos, not emos. Whole-time it was about eating disorders. How do I know this you ask? I'm on facetime with a coke whore, who listens to Ariana Grande.

If you're not too clear on who I'm talking about now, well it's only the lovely Lilly Roman. She scares me. "Lilly I'm gonna go."

"Wait, wait I haven't even told you about my-" Hang up.

You have no friends.

You have no friends.

You have no friends. GOD PLEASE GIVE ME FRIENDS.

I don't think I'll ever do that again. Lilly is an interesting person to say the less, but at least things are never boring around her. My phone dings as a notification comes through. A follow? I open my phone to see who followed me. "Oh, shit..." It's her. It's that girl from my math class. I follow back. Her page has a vibe to it, a certain dark red room vibe. I think it's cool. She's cool.

I'm not sure why I wanted this girl to notice me so much. No, actually I did know why, I just didn't want to admit anything before. When I was in Atlanta I was always the most popular girl. There I was the beauty standard and now that I'm not I don't know maybe I just can't function. Maybe I wanna be in her good praises because I'm not in her spot anymore.

I sigh.

I don't wanna be in her spot anymore. I just also don't wanna feel ugly where I live. I should text her. I shouldn't text her. But I'd like to be her friend. But we don't don't know each other she's gonna think I'm-

Ding.

I scramble to get my hands to my phone. Oh. "Just a school email." I wonder why she even followed me in the first place maybe she-

Ding.

Again? You can't fool me this time. "Wait, it's actually her..." I open the text message hoping this isn't a text about either coke or how the price of cigs have gone up again. I may actually cry.

"Do you have the homework for math?" See I would've been disappointed but she's not asking me if I've ever done coke so I'm actually giving hope into Vegas right now. I write back, "No, I'm sorry I'm not all that great when it comes to math." I wish I could've gave her more but it's true.

Math plus me equals complete idiot. I go to my other dm's of everyone just asking where I've been, what I'm doing, why I moved so abruptly. I just can't help but roll my eyes. These people quite literally drove me away and beg for me back. Funny how the world works.

I SIT Down in first period. My foot lightly tapping the ground. Even though no one is watching, I always feel like all eyes are on me.

Are they judging me?

Do I look fat?

Does my hair look stupid?

I wish I could blend in. I want to be blend in. "Hi." I look up it's her, it's Rosalina. "There's a sub today, sit with me and Rico." I looked behind her seeing a Hispanic boy with somewhat long hair sit by himself waiting on us. "Okay. Sure." I moved swiftly, I wanted to hurry before Rosalina had a chance to change her mind about me sitting with her. "Hi, I'm Rico." He Took Rosalina's glasses off of her face and placing them on his own, his leg bouncing under the desk.

Nervous.

Anxious.

"I'm Morana." I smiled. Something about him is off. "You look cute with my glasses." I sat silently watching the two. "Doesn't he look cute with my glasses?" She's flirting with him. I raise my eyebrow for only a second going unnoticed by the two. "Yeah uh, what's your guys relationship? Dating?" Rico laughed placing her glasses back down on the desk. "Of course not, me and Rico are best friends." I put my hands in my lap.

When she said they were best friends Rico winced a little, he likes her. I nodded my head wqeary of the two. She knows he likes her. She's playing with that key fact a little. "What about you Morana are you in a relationship?" Rosalina genuinely looked interested but I was nervous. Can she tell? Does she know? I gulped. Pinched my hand.

"No, I've never been in a relationship." Never. Liar. As class went on Rosalina told me how her and Rico had dated before a couple years ago. I wasn't shocked of course. I wasn't stupid I could tell. What Rosalina didn't know was that the more body language she made and more she spoke she was just telling me what kind of person she was.

I had been reading her since she had weed in her back pack. So much so I hadn't even looked at anyone around this school. I hadn't noticed Rico until now and sat to my right. I looked Rico over once more.

Cute. Just cute, he wasn't anything special but he defiantly wasn't ugly. At least not to me. But Rosalina was actually gorgeous. So it came to no surprise that Rico was staring at her this entire time.

The bell rang but for a moment I had forgotten that Rosalina was just some obnoxious girl with a pretty face.