Dream Girl

I Want To Make it Up to You

Riiiinnngggg

Finally. Now I can go to sleep in an actual bed. I thought. 

I grabbed my bag that was on the ground beside me, but I didn't sling it over my shoulder like usual. My body felt like it was aching since I woke up. Holding my black backpack against my bruised chest, I  quickly made my way out of here before a gigantic crowd tramples me. I'm already in bad shape. 

I shoved extra textbooks that I didn't need in my locker and slammed it closed before I left the school building. Usually, Dylan and I would hang afterwards at one or the other's house because it's Friday, but since we're "fighting" I have to hang solo.  

I got  a few stares and a couple hi's here and there from a couple of people as I passed. Luckily, I haven't seen Jasmine. Not that I don't want to see her, but I just don't feel like getting yelled at. 

Walking up to my temporary car, I threw my bag across the seat and hopped into the driver's seat. Now, I shouldn't be driving, but it's not like my mother would know since she's out and about mostly everyday. She either thinks I'm walking or getting a ride from Dylan or someone. 

This temporary car I have was my older sister's. She got a new car before she left for college two years ago, so she leaves this one in the garage. There's no doubt that I want my car back, so my mother thought that I should get Tracie's car. 

I started up the engine and backed up from my spot in the parking lot. I saw some familiar faces as I passed their cars, but one car caught my eye. The familiar redhead and my best friend were walking across the parking lot and laughing. I scowled in disgust. Ever since he got a liking to Penny, everything had to be about her. It's like she abducted his mind. He wasn't the same Dylan anymore.  

I shook my head, drawing my attention away from the love birds. You don't want to get in another accident, Jason. I thought. Groaning, I ran a hand through my blonde hair, probably messing it up in a bit, and waiting for the stoplight to signal green. After what felt like a good year or two, it flashed the color that I've been waiting for. 

I usually take the long way towards the house since I felt a bit paranoid about the police. One thing that I could need was this accident thing off my back so I can live through my last year of high school as I was suppose to be. As I made my turn down a neighborhood, I saw the brown eyed brunette walking on the curb to the street. Her hair was in a braid that lay on the side of her collarbone, which led the small, silver hoops on her cartilage in full view. 

The clouds weren't as white and happy today, so I felt a little bad for her if she had to walk out in the rain. Looking back on the day before, my conscience won. I slowly turned a bit and opened the passenger window. "Need a ride?" 

She shook her head. "No. I'm good. My house isn't that far." 

"Layla, it's going to rain."

She shook her head once more. "It can probably hold off for a while. I can make it."

I searched for a better excuse for her to get in the car. "It's dangerous."

"Dangerous?" she said mocking my words. "I've walked home before when I was eight. If I could do it then, I can do it again." She shook her head in annoyance. "I don't get why you want me to so badly get in the car."

"I told you. It's going to rain." 

I heard a groan before I heard the sound of the passenger door opening. It slammed shut, and she raised her eyebrows at me. "Happy?"

"Very," I said sarcastically. I continued down the road before stopping at a stoplight. I sneaked a glance towards her. She was staring out the window with her hand on the side of her head. As I predicted, little raindrops started to sprinkle onto the window. "Told you."