Halfway Through the Scale

Déjà vu

Chapter Fourteen

Déjà vu

"She wants to talk to you."

I groan as I glare at Kris's stupid comment. He faces the road and drives away from the damn highway.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Umm.. maybe."

"Maybe?" I protest.

"I have work, and they've never seen a problem with me so..yeah."

"Kris you can't leave me with them. All they do is stare at me. It's fucken annyng."

"Well tell them to fuck off."

"Kris, don't make me beg, please."

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise anything." He pulls over across my house.

"Want to come in?" I ask as I unbuckle myself and open the door.

"Nah, just hurry up." He's irritated from the whole pick ups.

"Just go, I'll get to school just fine." I state without any pity and head towards the back door. Kris loses no time, he rushes out of my street.

I head inside the house and take a shower and change into a clean pair of clothes. By then it's seven twenty-seven. I gather my belongings and head out the door. I walk today. After some fifteen minutes, I'm on Industrial St., where the school lays another seven blocks ahead with hills as boulders, and cars on the street filled with obnoxious teenagers making fun of me. I should be a damn comedian, because I tend to stir up a lot of commotion. Reaching the light, a lamborghini pulls over on my left.

"Get in." It's Queen Bee. She has solid gold ray-ban sunglasses. The way they make her eyebrows stick out, make her look intimidating. Her hair, straighter than ever before hangs loosely on her shoulders.

"Why? You don't want a ghost in your car. You know, considering the fact it's only a matter of time before I commit suicide."

"Enough with the sassy remarks, I'm not in the mood. Dotty offered to give you a lift since school is another seven blocks ahead with hills I might add. This isn't even her car to begin with, but she also helped me win it back since I'm grounded. Kris can't take you anymore, for reason we could give zero fucks about. I'm extending my utmost humility to you. Don't be stupid, and get in. " She asserts with no emotion. At least not one I can detect. I'm stunned, however, for everyone in school assumes she has no brain.

"You grew a pair." She grins as she lifts her window up and begins to drive away. As I continue to walk, she immediately stops. A car door opens and closes shut. Dot comes to the scene.

"Dotty, we don't beg." Queen Bee reminds her.

She approaches me, looks at me. Her cheeks are red from the morning even though she went home to wash up.I can tell by the way she always glares at me, I also steal a glance at her but she doesn't know. Her hair tied in a bun, her hands on her hips, the way she pouts, her eyebrows narrow in protest. Her clear brown eyes that look..beautiful.

"Once it turns green, I'm leaving both of you!" Queen Bee.

I can't stop looking at her, The way her little ingrown hairs lays softly on her forehead. How the human eye scares the living shit out of me. How she..she's looking at me. I breath air, and exhale it out. The light turns green and Queen Bee is gone. I raise my hand to her cheek. She continues to see me, she can see through me. I gently stroke her cheek. That lavishing color of pink goes well with her white colored skin. It's a classical white, one that suggests beauty. I've not one to believe in chick flicks, but something moved around her eye. Something weary, something out of order in her life. I can't make it out. The way she frowns, hinders another reason behind it. Not at me, but at someone else. I don't know who, but it pains her. How I can see her pain. I remove my hand from her cheek and look elsewhere, anywhere. She clears her throat, and looks back at me but not with those same eyes.