Brooklyn (A Paul Lahote Story)

Chapter Three

I slam my locker shut, clinging my books to my chest as I make my way towards my first class. Today is not my day, I'm still upset about this weekend and my lazy attire proves that. My black leggings and combat boots are on my lower half while I wear a white tank with a pink, plaid cardigan to keep me warm.

Since my dad told me about the move, I've refused to talked to him. Instead, I've avoided him by going on more runs than I needed and taking Skie out for walks. I haven't told Becca about it yet, but I plan on doing it today.

"Hey! Why does your attitude match your hair today?" Becca sarcastically says, shoving me a little.

I sigh, looking up at my best friend - the best friend I've known for years; the one I promised to graduate with but now I won't be able to fulfill that promise. "Becca, there's something I need to tell you.." I trail off, walking with her to math.

"What's up, Dani?" She asks, looking at me before looking ahead of her.

"Saturday, my dad told me we were moving to Washigton.." I huff, running a hand through my hair. "He needs to oversee the new project and the company said that it just might be permanent too.." I trail off, walking into the boring class with her.

"Good morning Mrs. Wells." Becca and I say, passing the middle aged woman as we make our way to our seats.

"Are you serious?" My blond friend asks, clearly shocked, and I nod, placing my shoulder bag down before placing my books on the desk.

"Yeah and I can't do anything about it." I sigh, sitting down before resting my elbows on the wooden top, looking at her.

Becca copies my actions, a pout on her face. "So that means..." She trails off, nether of us daring to say the promise that won't happen.

I nod, reaching over and grabbing her arm. "I know.." I whisper, hearing the first bell ring, a bunch of teenagers flooding the small room to get to their seats.

Today is going to be a long day.

~*~

Becca and I walk out of school together, our arms linked, and we move towards the bike rack with our books in our bags.

"Do you know when you leave?" Becca asks, unlocking her bike as I do mine.

"We find out today.." I sigh, placing my lock and keys in my bag. "Something tells me it's going to be sooner than I want it." I finish in a mumble, climbing up onto my bike after kicking the stand up, backing out of the spot.

"Want me to come over?" She asks, both of us peddling down the sidewalk and towards the street we live on.

"No, I'll be okay...and you have that shopping date with Drew." I wiggle my eyebrows, making her blush.

"Maybe you'll meet a man in Washington.." Becca gushes, a smile forming on her lips. So now she's looking on the bright side of things..

"Nope. I'm gonna move to California like we planned and go to UCLA." I say, making a turn onto our street.

"Maybe your man can go with us." She argues, both of us coming to a stop in front of my gate.

"I'm not going to meet anyone." I lightly chuckle. "I'm only there for three months and I'm going to Cali. I'm going to be too busy to find a boyfriend, anyways." I sigh, opening the gate and walking my bike in, placing it against the small rack we have before placing my lock around it and securing it.