It All Started With A Ride

2. Car rides & sadness

There were a lot of things I planned to do- piss off my mom, stay out past curfew, smoke weed with my boyfriend and his friends- and go home to get yelled at by my dumb parents- but offering a car ride to Maxine Parker- was definitely not on that list of very important activities.

It just kind if-

Happened.

I had just got done fixing my hair and make up after a make out session with Tyler in the school's equipment room, when I saw a very annoyed red-head leaning against SVA's main building's beige brick wall.

I didn't know much about Maxine- nor will I ever get to- but I know for a fact that Maxine rides with Layla everyday.

Everyone does.

And I also knew foe a fact- that Layla Hanson was gone- like, left with her Mom after being yelled at in the hallway type gone.

I stared at the red-head with curiosity- Maxine, who I have several classes with, is really really smart- like, she's the only Junior I know who isn't falling Calculus.

And the only person I've seen finish a three page- 35 questioned History test in seven minutes.

Maxine always seemed to be in thought- like there was always some thing going on in her head.

Then again- maybe I'm imagining things.

Leave it alone Tabitha, I tried to tell myself as I fastened the top to my lip gloss and placed it in my glove compartment.

But somehow, I found myself driving in front of the catwalk and rolling my window down. A look of relief crossed Maxine's face- along with confusion.

Of course she was confused- I myself was too!

I mean- this is Layla's friend- and Layla Hanson has hated me ever since I accidentally knocked her down at recess in the third grade- and then "stole" her date to the Valentine's dance in the sixth grade-

And then become cheer captain Sophomore year (even if I quit a few months later).

I don't hate Layla. I mean- is she a bitch? Yes. But it's not like she ever really did anything but petty shit.

And I don't hate people for petty shit- such as calling me a "dyke" or sending glares my way as she flirts with guys she thinks I like.

Little does she know-

Tyler's my boyfriend- don't get me wrong, but he's only my boyfriend for the sake of my loneliness- and I am very lonely.

I hate to admit it- but I have no friends of my own.

Being with Tyler (despite my attraction towards him disappearing ages ago) is a lot better than being alone (to me anyways) and being with Tyler's a plus if it means I get to piss of my mom and dad.

I finally filled the rainy silence by rolling down the window and saying, "need a ride?"

She looked stunned- I watched as her dark blue eyes widened and she looked at me in confusion.

"M-me?" She finally stuttered.

I mentally smiled at how cute she was- yes you- who else?

"Yeah" I chuckled and nodded.

Maxine's gaze shifted to her phone, "uhm..." she paused, "yeah" she finally finished.

I smiled and unlocked the passenger's side for her. She hopped in next to me, placing her bag on the floor and buckling her seatbelt- all while looking very anxious.