Daddy's Girl

That's What Best Friends Are For.

Brianna stormed towards me.
"MATTHEWS!" She screamed again, quickening her pace.
I didn't even bother to walk away, I wanted to hear her out. I turned to face her, sighing deeply.
"Terri, no!" Mia stuttered trying to coax me back.
"I'll be fine." I reassured her, unsure of if that was what I really thought.

Brianna came about a foot away from me, stopped.

Her hair was poofy and straight, up in a high ponytail; her make-up was as usual, but her plump lips were stained some shade of nude pink; she wore an extremely short pair of ripped, blue denim shorts; a grey, long sleeved belly top with the shoulders missing; and a pair of grey strappy heels to match. From her bare shoulder, hung a large; gold chained; cream; quilted Chanel handbag. She had a bunch of expensive Pandora bracelets; a few Pandora rings and her long, pointed nails were painted to match her lips. She looked flawless, as usual. It's such a shame she's so mean and hateful, it ruins everything for her.

"Matthews." She started, crinkling up her nose in disgust; looking me up and down. She always does this around Mia and I, especially when we 'do something wrong'.
"Smith." I mocked her.

Her face burned up, her nose crinkling more. She hates that. I prepared myself for her little speech.

"It's Valentina-Smith, you-" She stated- cocky as ever. She was about to say more, but I cut her off. Brave move.
"Yeah, ok, whatever." I retorted.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open; revealing her 'diamond' tounge bar.
Nobody really answers her back. Those who do... Well, it doesn't go great...

I looked at her- her eyes icy and cold, hypnotisingly beautiful- dying for her to say something.

"Well? What did you want?" I asked her. I'm never usually this rude or argumentative, but I really wasn't in the mood for her; or anyone else for that matter.
"I... Urhm..." She began.
"Urg." She rolled her eyes and huffed.
I tried not to laugh at her. It was extremely difficult, especially when all I could picture was her dripping wet from the fountain and resembling the Devil.
I snickered a little at the image.

"What?" She snapped immediately. I shrugged and shook my head.
"Nothing." I smirked.
She looked me up and down, examining everything. She was clearly looking for something to critize me on: my hair; clothes; anything. She clearly had nothing.

"How's Daddy?" She tormented, her lips curled up into a smirk.
It was pathetic- as was she- but no one talks about my Dad. Especially not her.
My fists clenched, my nails dug into my palms. I felt myself boil up, I tried to remain calm.

"Oh is that really all you've got?" I said through gritted teeth, as calm as possible. The urge to swing at her was extremely strong now.
Brianna folded her arms and stood straight.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that your Mother is all you've got." She mocked in a very sarcastically sympathetic tone; pouting like a baby.

My fists clenched tighter, I drew blood due to how deep into my palms my nails were.
I could almost feel Mia shaking, despite the fact she wasn't standing close enough to me. She always gets nervous so easily, and she hates Brianna just as much as I do. If not more.

"Oh aren't you original?" I pretended her words didn't bother me, though in reality they were daggers stabbing into my chest. Mia could tell I was about to crack, but I know she didn't know what to do.

"L-Leave he-her a-alone... Brianna..." Mia stuttered more than ever. I knew how much courage and effort that took her. She never even speaks around Brianna, usually.

She stepped to stand beside me; her arms were by her sides, her fists clenched and her hands shaking; her face was turning red and she looked especially sheepish. I smiled at her, tried to reassure her that it was all ok. That she was brave. She was brave.

Brianna opened her mouth to speak, fluttered her eyelids a little. She started to walk, very slowly, so she was closer to Mia. I could almost hear Mia's heart pounding; her nerves were getting the better of her.

"Think you're brave, do you?" Brianna scowled.
Mia stuttered uncontrollably, I'd never seen her that bad.
"N-no..." She stumbled over her words. I slowly reached for her hand, just to gently squeeze it, make her feel safer and more comfortable.
Brianna examined Mia for a second, crunching up her turned-up nose more and more by the second.

Mia didn't exactly have anything to complain about. Not for anyone normal, anyway. But this was Brianna- she can find something to complain about on everyone, even if it's invalid.
Today, Mia's hair came down roughly to her hips, it was wavy as always- finished off with a cute bow, cream in colour; she wore a cute, sleeveless, creamy coloured shirt with the neck coming down quite low; a black skirt dotted with a small flowery pattern, it was just about the right length- not too short, not too long; she had a pair of brown, suede heeled boots with laces- completed with a pair of cream lace socks peeking just over the top; her rucksack, as always, was over both shoulders- it was mint green and plain, but it looked cute. There was nothing to complain about.

"Hand-me-downs, I bet?" Brianna said in disgust.
Mia became very red in the face, embarrassed. Her head shot down and she began kicking at the ground gently. They probably were hand-me-downs from her Sister; Melanie; but what did that matter? They were perfectly in tact, and Mia looked beautiful.

I couldn't take anymore of Brianna and her childish, rich kid antics.

Nobody talks about my Dad.
Nobody talks about my Best Friend.

I let go of Mia's arm, on which I was still gently gripping to give her comfort. I lunged at Brianna, my arms automatically shoving at her. I almost knocked her over, but I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to show her that nobody does what she was doing. I could let the Daddy stuff slide for a moment, I'd deal with that another time; but no way was I letting her dig at Mia.

Brianna squealed at the force in which I grabbed her.

Mia's head shot up, her mouth dropped open. She ran towards me to pull me back, I grabbed Brianna's shirt and Mia backed off. She knew to let me go, especially now. Especially when I'm as angry as I was then.

Brianna squealed again, I could hear her breathing heavily.
"Never." I started, my teeth gritted.
"'Never talk about my Best Friend." I shook her a little.
"Never critize her. Ever."
Brianna nodded, shaking.

I let her go.

She brushed herself off, stumbled a little.
"If you'd have hit me..." She began, scowling.
"If I'd have hit you, I'd have done the thing everyone has been waiting to do for a long time." I scowled back at her.
Mia whimpered a little, Brianna became some sort of statue.
"Get out of my sight, Matthews." She gritted her teeth.
"Gladly." I bowed, walking away backwards.

Mia ran after me.
"You idiot!" She said to me, in a loud whisper.
"Well, I did what had to be done. Nobody talks about my Best Friend." I smiled at her.
Mia smiled brighter, bounced a little in her step.
"Thanks..." She said sheepishly.
"No, thank you." I smiled.
Mia looked confused for a second.
"Me? Why thank me? What did I do?"
I stopped walking, as did she.

"Mia... You stood up for me, you stood up for me over Brianna, even though you're terrified of her." I began.
"If that isn't something to thank you for, I don't know what ever will be."
She beamed, an ear to ear smile across her face. She was a little redder now, she always gets sheepish.

"Thats what Best Friends are for..." Mia mumbled.

"Well. We better go." She said, trying to change the subject to get all of the attention from her.
"What do we have first?" I asked her.
"Ermmmm..." She thought for a moment.
"Maths." We said, almost in sync. We both sighed.

Urg. Great start to the morning.