Indifferent

Chapter 1

ONE.

"Destiny." The voice sounded distant.

"Destiny." Closer.

"Destiny!" Louder.

"Destiny!!!" Pretend it's not there, Destiny. It'll go away if you just ignore it.

"Yo', Way!" I flailed my arms around, hoping to smack someone in the face. Anyone to smack in the face would be nice right now.

"Whoa! Watch it, Way!"

"No..." I mumbled, while settling down my arms, "I don't wanna go to class, Kayla." I kept my eyes shut, turning my head in the direction I thought she was in.

Kayla Way, my sister, a senior, and the best Barbie you've ever known. The flawless blonde and blue-eyed Princess. She plays sports and is the main part in Drama. She's popular, boy-crazy, wears all designer clothes, always hides her pretty face behind a wall of make-up, and has everyone wrapped around that dainty little finger of hers. She could get any guy – or girl, for that case – she wanted, just by winking at them. To sum it up? I hate her with so much love.

Then there's me. Destiny Way, a junior, who has light brown hair that seems to fight back every morning getting up for school, ice-blue eyes, and I make no effort in my appearance once whatsoever. Got a conveniently placed sweater and stretch pants? I'll wear that in a blink of an eye. I also qualify as "The Loner." That's my clique. Population? One and sticking with one.

Lastly, I don't even know what the term, "love" means in an intimate relationship. Honestly, what is it? I've never felt it, but I have a feeling it's like when you see a waiter with your food.

"C'mon!" Kayla reached down and grabbed my arm. With a grunt, she attempted to lift me up. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Stop it! I want to skip class!" I whined. I flailed the arm she had a hold of while chanting "let it go, let it go." My eyes were still closed and I didn't intend on opening them anytime soon.

She wouldn't let go of my arm. I could just imagine the angered expression with a hand on her hip. "Get up."

"Kayla!" I tried again, "let me go!"

She scoffed. "No." And with a great pull on my arm, I was lifted up.

I squealed as I fell face first on the ground. "See what you did?" My voice was muffled, due to a ground in between me and my precious air. "Kayla! Help me up!"

"Really? You have arms! Get up yourself!"

"Yeah, well, you interrupted me and my sleep so you're going to help me up no matter how many arms I have." I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. "Uppie." I stretched out my arms for her to grab.

She sighed and grabbed my hands, pulling me into the sitting position.

Her eyes wondered into the distance and then widened. "Des! Look! It's You-Know-Who!"

"Voldemort?"

"No, you idiot!"

"Then who?" I turned around to look at the most perfect boy in school. He's the only known guy on earth to have caught the attention of the anti-love robot.

Nick Goodwin. Who's he? Only the pretty boy Senior. If I have any future with him, I need to fight an uphill battle of millions of fangirls waiting in line to just stand near him. Kayla said she knows him, always coming to me with wonderful and amazing descriptions of his personality. His dark brown hair that appears black has always looked like he just rolled out of bed. From what I've seen, he wears plain colored T-shirts with jeans, and to top it off, he wears Converse. Well, they're only amazing due to the trend that they're setting.

As he drew nearer to us, I whispered a "hey, Nick," hoping he would hear.

He looked down at me on the floor as Kayla dropped my arms. He threw me a look of un-recognition. As expected, I thought and inwardly sighed.

"Hey. . ." he hesitated, trying to guess my name.

"Destiny," I replied on impulse. He'll forget it in a minute. Just watch.

"Hey." Kayla chimed in, stepping front of me as if trying to hide me from his view. Wow, really?

"Hey, love," Nick grinned at Kayla.

"Wait, what?" I said with disbelief, not even bothering to quiet my voice. I gave my sister a devastated look, also trying to hint betrayal.

Is he—Are they--

"What?" Nick said, the un-recognition look returning to his face. I felt a sharp pain as realization struck. He'll never know who I am, and he'll never remember what my name even starts with.

I pushed myself from the ground, not bothering to look at anyone but the scenery in front of me. I turned my head looking away from them and closed my eyes. May the cliché heartbreak immense, I thought coldly.

I opened my eyes and turned to look at them, waiting for the irritation to take over. I snuck a glance at Kayla standing next to Nick.

I can't do this. She looks too happy. . . ugh.

A frown took over my face and I brushed past them, making my way to the front of the school gates. I felt tears wanting to spill.

This sucks, I thought to myself and let out a silent sob. A pain throbbed in my chest and I couldn't stay here right now.

I received many stares or brief glances while I walked through the halls.

"Who's she?"

"I don't know. Must be new. What I'm concerned about is why she looks pained."

"We can't do anything about it."

Another sob found its way out. Not now, no.

How much farther is the front gate? It wasn't this far away before.

"Hey, are you okay?" I looked up to see a bleached mass of hair that belonged to a pair of blue eyes and a boyish face.

I waved my hand and covered my eyes, dumbly. "I'm fine." The back of my hand created a blackness that blocked me from seeing anything.

"Oh. Alright," he sounded cheery. Ugh, cheery people. I rolled my eyes under my hand.

"Well, I'm going to just. . ." I started walking the way I was headed, hoping no one else would approach me and interrupt my temper tantrum I was planning on having . . . alone.