Rejecting Hope (Old Copy)

Chapter Three - "Tell Me, Your Biggest Lie." <3

(Ariana)

"Slam!" Jumping, I see long slender fingers with red painted nails as they rest upon my navy blue locker. My eyes trail up the arm to see where the hand leads.

        "Bitch! Why haven't you called me?" I couldn't help it, the laughter had found it's way out of my lungs. To see her face all fired up like that, was just too much. Why, her face is as red as her hair! "It's not funny! I was worried sick about you! I called you seventeen times! Answer your damn phone every once in a while, will you?"

Meet my dear friend Lacey, we've been best friends since the sixth grade. So that would be about, six years now? Anyways, she has bright red fiery hair that matches her hm... "well kept" temper. But she also has the lightest and most carefree chocolate brown eyes that I've ever seen. We look nothing alike, since I have long curly blond hair and midnight blue eyes. But, even if we don't look like sisters. You better believe that we are glued to the freaking hip, like we are one.

She's the only one that knows about my father, besides Hope that is. However as for Hope and I, how we had went from being best friends all throughout middle school, (when she had nick-named us the epic trio) to ignoring each other in just the matter of a few days, (lasting over the course of two years. Which just so happens to be, about the biggest wonder throughout whole entire school) she has absolutely no clue. Lacey and I aren't considered... well popular, since I rejected the schools so called biggest and hottest player as well as basically every other guy in this school. Because apparently you get brownie points if you get the girl who had turned down someone like the "Oh my god, oh so sexy Hope!" about seventy times (Ugh... Lucky me).

Though I liked him so much more when he was just my cute little friend.

As for Lacey, she isn't afraid to say things like it is. But that is exaclty what I love the most about her, the fact that she isn't afraid to be herself. Unlike most of our peers within this school. "I'm sorry Lacey, things kind of... came up." I say, thinking about my little dispute with Hope. I try to hide my hurt, confusion and pain all at once. But of course she can see through all of it, her face suddenly turns black. "Did daddy come back? Because I swear, I'll beat the living shit out of him if he had even thought about laying a finger upon you." Oh yeah, and did I mention that this girl has more balls than a professional wrestler? "No." I flinched. But to be honest, I was a little more scared of the murderous thoughts that must be running a ruckus within that little head of hers by now.

She tilts her head back up, bright with relief as she uncrossed her arms. "Oh, okay. How about your step dad then? He hasn't tried anything yet, has he?" She growls. "Nope. He's just, never there... as always. But besides the usual, everything is good." I walk past her, my fingers trailing up and down the hallways paint chipped lockers. I expected her to follow me. But instead, she just stands there in her coal black skinny jeans and crimson red top. Coming to a halt, I look back at her and see that her mind has been consumed in a grand enigma of thoughts and of various new-found dispositions. "Are you coming?" I say when I tilt my head, I was a little confused and I couldn't help but ponder, was something wrong? It was then that her cherry red lips had slowly formed the words of a begotten whisper.

"What about Hope?"

Refusing to look me in the eyes. I knew that she knew what she was doing and what she was doing was overstepping her boundaries. Even still, my mind froze and for a second it seems as if it truly had shut down on me. I didn't know what to say, I didn't even what to do. So instead I turned around and walked away, down the hallway. I hear her yell after me, her words echoing through the now empty hallways.