Babe.

22.

Benny.

It must have been my lucky fucking day because I had absolutely no clue how I managed to convince Blanca to spend the weekend at the school with me. I was fully expecting her to ask me if I was crazy and leave. But here she was sitting in the back of the library with me eating cookies and watching a movie on the TV we'd wheeled inside.

I'd told my parents i was spending the weekend at Yeah-yeah's and she'd told hers she was at Nika's. The school had been locked down an hour ago. Mrs Talahassy had woken up early thought detention was over and closed the school up by herself leaving us all alone.

I could tell she wasn't one hundred percent sure she'd made the right decision but the fact that she'd made it at all was a victory enough for me. "Scale of one to ten how much trouble do you think we'll be in if we get caught?" She asked her eyes not leaving the TV screen.

Ten. Without a doubt, first of all minors alone on school grounds without supervsion, not to mention a girl and a boy who staid two nights, I highly doubted they would take that lightly. But we weren't going to get caught. Our school had no cameras and no one came in on the weekends so we'd be fine.

"Three." I lied, "they'll probably just be a bit annoyed. Nothing huge I don't think."

"I hope you're right." She muttered.

"On a scale of one to ten how badly do you want to pack up and go home?" I teased her.

Blanca sighed, "I don't want to go home. I just don't want to get in trouble with the school, I need them to like me. You have baseball to get you far away from this godforsaken town. I only have my grades, and if I have a black mark on my transcript colleges won't exactly be thrilled."

Trying not to look completely stunned that she'd just made that admission while not being off her head wasted I replied, "worst comes to worst you can be my groupie not Ty's. We leave at the same time remember."

To my surprise she laughed, "I'm flattered."

"Yeah well you should be, I only pick the most beautiful girls to be my groupies, I have to keep up my reputation don't I?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Thankfully she seemed to take it as part of the teasing, I wasn't ready to completely fucking humiliate myself yet. I had meant it though, she was beautiful.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Blanca joked back, "as long as I can be head groupie I'll take it."

I pretended to think it over, "well I guess, for my biggest fan I could make that happen."

She shoved me a slight grin on her face, "biggest fan? You really do have a high opinion of yourself. You don't even need groupies to cater to your ego, you do that all by myself."

"Maybe I just want to have you around?" I asked me kicking myself as the sentence left if it's own accord. I needed to get a grip.
Blanca snorted, "good one."

I was too busy looking at her to reply, her long brown hair was hanging into her face and her golden brown eyes regarded me with a curiosity I didn't quite get. The light from the TV danced across her skin and fur a second I was caught in a trance.

"Do you think they have any good CDs here?" She asked snapping me out of it.
I shrugged, "I have a mix tape Yeah-yeah made me in my locker."
"Perfect come on let's go get that and then find a cassette player. I'll go crazy if I just sit around any longer."

She grinned starting off down the hall, "race you!"
Following in suit, because what else could I do, I chased Blanca down the school hall.

I could see her smiling and it wasn't that forced  bullshit I was used to. This was a genuine smile that made me feel like I'd won the lottery. Because I'd put in on her face.

I was surprised that she was being so easy going but the again there was no one else around. It would be out of place for her to be nice to me everyone knew that, but no one was here which meant no one would know. She was free.

I'd never really concerned myself with what other people thought. I just did what I wanted, not that that always worked out for me either but at least it was what I wanted.

For what ever reason Blanca was haunted by other peoples opinions of her and it sounded fucking exhausting. If I was in her position I would have cracked under the pressure ages ago but somehow she was still going on.

It made me feel like such an ass too because I had been the biggest asshole of all times to her our whole lives. Her perfectness had pissed me off, it had felt as fake as it was and it had bothered me that she acted like such an angel when she couldn't possibly have been. No one was that amazing, and I'd been right too, it hadn't been real.

But now that I had a it more insight into why Blanca had made it her life's mission to be perfect I realised my dickishness probably hadn't helped at all. If anything it had most likely added to her issues.

No wonder she tried so hard to keep me at arms length, she was probably worried I'd hate her real self as much as I hated her fake persona. But that's where Blanca was dead wrong, I liked it so much better. I wanted to be friends with that girl, a girl who was worth befriending and more importantly I wanted to be worth trusting to her. So I needed to get my act together.

And fast.