Its Complicated

EPISODE 0 - PILOT

Mikayla Roberts, best friend since diapers, and probable future girlfriend if she didn't spill my guts in 9th grade. Never mind, the thought itself nearly made me retch. I'm surprised I haven't ditched her yet, but our parents are friends so that would make coworker get-together parties really awkward, and I'm not nearly masochistic enough to suffer through mindless small talk. She has all the best gossip, though, so I guess it isn't too much of a parasitic relationship more than it is that we have each other's backs because nobody likes me and everyone hates her.

"Wait so she sold Percocet to Mr. Reed for a better grade in gym class?" Not particularly surprising for a middle aged man with a track-record of looking down female students shirts.

"I know right, you'd think she'd sell to the AP teachers, but I think they'd tell her parents." Mikayla replied, "but if she really wanted a better grade she probably could've gotten that creep to try something and use that as blackmail." She added.

"That's what I'd do if I gave a shit about gym," I agreed.

"You're a guy so they probably won't believe you." She shrugged, "would it be more embarrassing to sell drugs to a teacher or be the teacher buying from your student?" She leaned forward conspiratorially, curly brown hair falling in waves over her shoulders.

"Being the teacher. Imagine being so street-dumb you source from your own student, way too traceable." I thought of Rachel, with her turtlenecks and round Harry Potter looking glasses. "I kinda feel bad for her though, must suck having parents so overbearing they ride your ass about gym."

"Yours are, though, don't they throw a fit when anything falls below a B+?"

"Yeah, but Mr. Reed gives the guys slack I guess, that and I also didn't take gym this year."

"Sexist piece of shit." Mikayla hissed, sitting comfortably at a C- in gym.

I nodded, leaning back in her purple office chair. We were supposed to be studying, but often this studying turned into her talking smack about other girls or complaining about pervy teachers. Besides, I let her copy off me during tests because I guess its what friends do, or at least when you're friends with Mikayla.

"Did you hear about Cole at Jacobs party last weekend?" Cole? I'd hardly seen the guy, but I knew Jacob. He had greasy blonde hair that looked almost brown and wore so much axe body spray it was like he was trying to gas the school. I had to pinch my nose and think happy thoughts whenever we shared bio together.

"No, what about them?" Was my usual answer, she was my only gossip plug. "Didn't Cole drop out?"

Mikayla shook her head. "No he just never shows up I guess," she paused dramatically. "So everyone got piss drunk, right, and apparently Cole set fire to some guys car."

"Isn't that what parties are for, shitty decisions? Arson?"

"No but the crazy thing is was that the owner of the car was Jacobs brother, apparently he goes to some school for the athletically gifted."

I had to hold my chin in pretend contemplation to keep it from clattering on the floor. "Damn. D'you know why?"

"No, not really, but he must've done something to piss him off." My eyebrows raised. It was getting really difficult to keep from showing the shock on my face. She cleared her throat, "and so like, Jacobs pissed, his brother is pissed and they're both shaking this guy down in the living room, and one of his friends got in on it and crashed the party. Apparently everyone was blitzed 'cause someone brought 10%."

"Oh?" If he was drunk out of his mind that made more sense.

"Yeah, but apparently he hadn't had a lick of alcohol since he got there, like, he was bone dry according to Linsey."