The White Raven

Chapter 3 - We are even now.

Who is there?, she asked annoyed, you could hear the laughter of her girls in the background.

Bada, can you come pick me up?

I came as fast as I could., she said, pulling off her helmet and getting off her bike. You were already shaking because it was so cold.

Thank you so much, Bada. Really., you said gratefully, then you looked at her bike. I kinda hoped you had a car.

Bada looked offended at first, but then she realized that you probably hoped to sit in something warm. Her gaze softened and she pulled off her leather jacket for you, which you gratefully accepted. Thats when she saw the blood on your shirt. Instinctively her hand moved to check if you were okay. Are you hurt?

Its not my blood., you said and you looked down at her fingertips touching the bloodstain which was right on your chest. Now could you please not touch my boobs? Only people who buy me dinner are allowed to.

Shit. Sorry., she said.

Then she put her helmet on our head and adjusted it for you. Cute., she grinned then and you pushed her a little. So? Whats your address?

You shook your head and got on her bike. Today was a shitty day. I dont want to go home.

You can come to my place, we could drink beer and curse the world., Bada suggested half as a joke, but to her surprise you nodded.

Bada didnt live far. Her apartment was small and pretty run down, but you didnt mind. She threw her helmet on her messy kitchen counter and went to clean up the couch so the both of you could sit. You both sat down with beer in hand.

Thank you for picking me up., you said softly.

All good. Dont worry about it., Bada smiled.

But you were having fun with your friends., you protested.

Bada waved your comment off. I have fun with my friends every day. They can have fun without me for one day.

Bada looked at you with an undefinable gaze. Do you want one of my shirts? Your shirt is dirty and bloody.

You looked down on yourself. That shirt was ready to be thrown away as well, it was ruined. So, you sighed and pulled it off then and there. Bada widened her eyes and a subtle hint of pink bloomed on her cheeks.

What?, you laughed. Never seen some boobies?

Bada cleared her throat and went to get one of her shirts. It was a sports jersey that was big enough that you could wear it as a dress. You noticed it smelled like her as you pulled it over. It didnt smell bad; the scent was actually quite nice. Bada picked up your shirt and looked at the bloodstain.

What happened anyway?, she asked.

My little brother got bullied and I wouldnt have it., you said simply.

So you did what? Beat his bullies up?, Bada laughed.

You nodded. Wouldnt be the first time, I beat someone up for him.

Really?

Really. You were right about what kind of girl I should be Some soft girl who is going to university and all that. But thats not possible for me.

Why is that?, Bada asked curiously.

You debated whether you should tell her the whole story. Because I dropped out of school, I didnt finish it.

Bada widened her eyes. Youre a dropout? Why?

You took a deep breath and drank another sip of your beer in an attempt to calm yourself. Because I was charged with murder when I was fifteen.

What?!, Bada asked surprised, but you noticed how the topic was not foreign to her.

Mhmm. My father. He was a cruel man. But it was ruled under self defense, because it happened as I was protecting my brother., you said. But it was too late, everybody in school knew about it, I lost my friends, but the whispers and the gazes are what made me drop out.

But you are a hero. You are really hardcore.

You downed your entire beer then. I dont want to be like that. I just want to be a regular girl. I want to go shopping or go clubbing, I want to go on stupid little dates but who would date me?

I would., Bada grinned.

You shot her a look, you werent in the mood for her jokes.

Didnt you say, you dont need a husband to be happy?, Bada asked.

Just because I dont need a husband, doesnt mean I dont want someone to come home to., you sighed and leaned to the side, when Bada decided to spread out on her couch.

Being alone is better. You have to worry less. In the end you will die alone anyway., Bada said, staring at her beer.

You hummed in agreement. I guess so. But sometimes I wonder if a burden shared is really a burden halved.

I wouldnt want to burden the person I love., Bada said.

You nodded again and grabbed Badas beer, since she wasnt even drinking it. Bada was surprised and tried to grab it back. Hey!

But you just laughed and avoided her hands, trying to drink the beer. When she grabbed your wrists, you let the can fall down, startled. The two of you ended up just inches apart, with her above you and you pressed on the couch. You couldnt tell what was going through her mind, as she just stared at you with a blank expression. Your eyes fell to her lips. They were pink and slightly parted, you could almost feel her breath on your lips. You wondered if they felt as soft as they looked. They seemed to draw you in. It was the perfect moment. You knew she wanted to kiss you too.

But when your lips almost touched hers, she pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open in confusion and you leaned up on your elbows. But Bada just got up and threw away the beer cans. You followed her to the kitchen.

Maybe I should go home now. My mom must be worried.

I cant drive you, I had beer., Bada said worriedly.

You shook you head and smiled. No need. On the way here I saw a bus station.

Y/N I, Bada started but you stopped her by raising your hand.

Dont worry. Its all right., you smiled.

Bada just stood there as you grabbed your shoes and put them on. Again, you couldnt read her expression. She was like a book, that was open but written in a different language. You would have to learn the language, to decipher her.

Thank you for saving me. We are even now.