Although Bea woke up comfortably and calm, I knew she wasn't okay. Something was up, and the last place she was was with Ian, probably trying to hook up.
"Are you sure you're okay, Bea?" I asked her as I grabbed my glasses and put them on.
She turned around and looked at me with these calm yet stern eyes. "I'm okay, Ana. I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" She had this look on her face that was worried but she was hiding it well for others with a stern face.
"Okay. Do you want me to drive you home?" I questioned while running my fingers through my longish brown hair.
She shook her head. "No, but thank you. I'll walk. See you at school." She gave me a side-hug and then grabbed her bag, walking out of my bedroom and down stairs, out of my house.
Did Ian really do something this bad?
**
It was a week later, when I fully let it sink in that Bea wasn't going to come back over or want to be my friend. She had been ignoring me at school and calling me a freak, letting the rumors run through the school that I was one.
On Friday, I caught her walking with a group of friends. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her to me as I looked at her with my wet eyes. Bea had been my only friend other than the group that may have something wrong with them; who did something to her, to ruin her and I's relationship.
As I looked at her hopefully, she glared at me but stayed put, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"
"What d-did I do?" I looked up at her and my eyes overfilled with tears. She looked away.
"Why the hell are you talking to me, Anastasia?"
"Because you are--" I looked down. "were my best friend."
Her eyes didn't want to meet with mine but once they did she let out a sigh. "There's something wrong with those kids." She whispered, "They're freaks--weirdos. They... They just act weird and there's something wrong with them, I know it."
Looking up at her with anger, I blurted, "This is why you acted that way?! Because they were different and you were the same basic, average and normal person as everyone else but them?" I shoved her and then Bea grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.
"Don't do this, Ana. You don't understand."
"I understand that you're scared of people with some..." I yelled, "personality!"
She slapped me and as my knees hit the floor, she kicked my ribs and my vision started getting blurry, not only with tears.
"Hey!" Mrs. Angelo yelled and pulled Bea off me as she was getting a few punches onto my jaw.
Mr. Nether grabbed me and pulled me up, as I cried. This pain didn't hurt as much as knowing :
• I lost Bea
• She hated my friends
• She just fought me, because my friends were different
**
That night, after getting my phone taken away along with privileges of going anywhere till I wasn't suspended, I laid on my bed and read some books.
A knock at my patio door interrupted a good part, annoyingly. I looked at my clock; it was 11 p.m. As I got out of my bed quietly, I walked up to the patio doors and sighed as I looked up to see Ian.
"What did you do to her?" I whispered, not wanting to look at him.
"I just freaked her out a little, I guess." Ian told me.
"How'd you freak her out?" I asked, crossing my arms and he sat on the brick wall.
"I just..." He smirked, "I joked around with her. It's really nothing."
"It's nothing to you?" I raised my eyebrows. "She came to my home, crying and shaking, Ian."
He shrugged. "She's easily scared."
I stared at him and then looked down, shaking my head. "You know, she hates you guys--"
"Doesn't matter. A lot of people don't like us. Anyways," Ian said. "I came here to ask if you could possibly tell her I'm sorry for me."
"Why can't you?" I asked. "And it's funny you say that, because me and Bea aren't friends, all because your cruel joke, Ian."
He stared at me, then rubbed his temples. "Okay." He nodded and sighed. "Okay." Ian turned around on the wall and jumped off, walking into the woods.
As I turned around, I thought of how Ian maybe did just play a joke, and Bea just didn't like them, so she staged that they were "freaks."
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Freaks
Teen Fiction"So what are you?" I breathed, my eyes brimming with tears. "They said there was four--four students who committed suicide." He breathed in and looked away, then sighed. "We're the freaks." He admitted. ** In the depths of her teenage life, Anastas...
