In Ninth Grade we entered Alpha High, a place so large we needed maps to find our way through buildings and courtyards and lemonade stands.
Ellie was afraid she wouldn't stand out, so her beautiful blonde hair became beautiful light BLUE hair, which she did without the permission of her over protective daddy, who still called her "Sugar Plum".
After two weeks of getting all our classes right and still staying close to Ellie The Smurf's side, something happened.
Ellie got a boyfriend.
The guy? Wyatt Wilson, a ninth grade boy with chocolate brown hair and a shy, kind smile plastered every time he looked in Ellie's direction. Ellie had pointed him out to me at the school's first football game, right before the drizzle started. It took me 3 hours to convince my mom to allow me to go to the football game, because my heart was so weak, she didn't like me not being around her for more than a few hours.
"Him! What do you think of him? Number 42?" She pointed to a guy running full speed, (something I could never do) and making a touch down at the last second.
"I can't see his face from here, El."
"It's gorgeous," She swooned. "Don't you think he looks french?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, what difference does it make?"
Ellie smiled. "He's in my french class," she said in a sultry voice.
I laughed. "Does that make him more adorable?"
She winked and twirled her light blue hair with her finger. "It sure does. That boy shall be mine."
True to her word, she hooked him like a fish.
By the end of the football season, she was wearing his JV jacket , they were sneaking kisses in the hall and texting all day, even though texting was strictly forbidden. She and Wyatt were inseparable...Meaning Kit-Kat, me, got pushed to the side.
At first I moped around feeling sorry for myself. When your best friend pushes you away for love, and there's no room for yourself, and nobody'll date a "weak hearted freak" or a "fragile little pile of bones" then yeah, you start feeling a little sad.
Wyatt had went to Football Camp the next summer, allowing me to hang with Ellie with her undivided attention--Except for the fact that all she could do was think about Wyatt.
Our convos went like this.
Me: God I love Oreo flavored ice cream.
Ellie: Wonder when Wyatt'll text back.
Me: This is so good, you want a bite?
Ellie: Remember that time Wyatt gave me a hickie and a bite, and I had to hide it from my mom for two days?
Me: There are a bunch of hot guys outside the window butt naked...
Ellie: I wonder if Wyatt has girls outside his window.
IT WAS SO FUCKING DISGUSTING how she wouldn't think of anything other than WYYYYATTTT.
When I told her she said, "You don't know what it's like to be in love."
I snapped my mouth shut before smart remarks flew out.
Ellie looked over at me. "You should get a boyfriend," she smiled.
I sighed. "Nobody I like..." Nobody likes me. I thought.
She pulled me up on my feet and twirled me around, and stared at me as if she'd read my mind. " Look at how beautiful you are. Your light brown skin, your dimples, God, I wish I had dimples. And you have an ass! I have a little more boobage than you but I have no ass whatsoever. Your chocolate brown eyes and your long light brown hair. You are so pretty inside and out. Somebody is going to love you darlin'."
I smiled, and we enjoyed the rest of the two weeks before Wyatt came home because when he did, I got pushed away again, just as I thought.
School started up with me alone, and as I felt myself getting weaker than before I never told Ellie. My fingernails turned blue, meaning I wasn't getting enough blood, and even the smallest task made my heart flip. But I never told Ellie. Why ruin her perfect world with Wyatt?
Until the fourth day of school, when Ellie, who I hadn't seen in two days ran up to me at my locker.
"I HATE WYATT!" She screamed.
