"Biggie!" someone calls me. Damnit.I don't even need to look up to see James Kingsley smiling at me.
"Hey old pal." He said still smiling at me. James Kingsley, my first love, my first taste of reality, my first hatred. I ignored him and continued to put my books in the locker.
"Aww. Come on Biggie. How long do you plan to ignore your best childhood friend? I'm back from Japan and I came to say hello. Be a nice person." he said. I stopped and looked at him. "It's been 3 years that we last talked James. What. Do. You. Want." I asked him menacingly. "Jesus Biggie. Don't be so mean. Besides it's not what I want."he said. I looked up at him.
"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. "My mom decided to come back and she arrived three days ago which is two days earlier than me. I just arrived yesterday night and I already wanted to talk to you. Mom wants to a dinner with your family sooooooo you're having dinner with us tonight." He grinned.
Mrs. Ginny Morgan Kageyama is a very lovely lady. She is nice and amazing AND she believes in Ja-Bi couple. 4 years ago, Ginny divorced Henry Kingsley and since then she has been in Japan with Mr. Hiroto Kageyama. Although the Kingsley couple divorced, they are still close with no romantic feelings only friendship.
"Great. A surprise dinner with the Kingsley and their family..."I muttered. I HAVE to come up with an excuse to ditch it. James on the other hand seemed very happy with the special occasion in which he would annoy me.
Just then, the bell rang. "Oh well, time for lessons. Text me the time." I said quickly hurrying to my class. Now the thing is I know I have history next and I know he has gym and I know their location is polar opposite and, I know if he doesn't get there in 5 minutes he'll be getting a whole lot of scolding from Mr. Keith our gym teacher, and I also know he doesn't have my phone number. So I wonder how will he give me the time and here's the thing - He CAN'T give me the time and I WON'T go to the dinner. The End.
Just when everyone was settled down in history class. My phone made a sound. Everyone looked at my tomato red face, even the teacher was glaring at me. "Sorry." I managed to apologize. I took my phone out and checked my message:
Received at 1:17pm
Sender: Unknown
***Biggie!!! Got your new number from Tay. He's such a nice dude. I should hang out with him more. Maybe he'll fall for my charm *wink Just joking, anyways as said. Time: 7:30pm, don't be late. -love Jamie***
One word. Ew.
I just can't imagine having a dinner with them. The Kingsleys and Quinns were besties since long ago. As my late mother always said "Back in the time when Ginny, Robert and I...." in short they were best friends since high school. Apparently, my mother had a more fun and realistic school life than me. James and I became close childhood friends when we were KIDS(key point: kids).
Long story short, I liked him a lot and he was my first love but as you can see, things didn't turn out the way it was expected in my naive little mind. He kissed another girl right in front of me. Imagine the pain. I was not only rejected but abandoned by both my mother and my first love. Both left me and both hurt me.
Since then, I never talked to him and well I guess I got my first taste of reality. For three years, he stayed in Japan with his new family. I heard he got fluent in Japanese and had "fun" there.
Right after being rejected, I was betrayed by my own friend.Talk about unlucky stars. She confessed to me she never wanted to be friends with me. It was always because James was there.
Honestly, it was too much to handle back in grade 6. If it were me now, I would have punched them both. Might have even earned the "Strongest girl" title but instead, here I am being "Bianca" because fakeness rules. You must have a role to play in here. Mine is "Bianca". She is pretty, she is popular and she is willing to help. She is loved by everyone, the guys love her and even the girls admire her, the teacher sees a good model in her and she has earned everyone's respect.
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Me or Bianca
RomansaHi. (Stay away.) Hey. (Go away.) Hello. (Don't talk.) How are you? (I hate new people.) It's nice to meet you. (Define "nice".) What's your name? (Don't care.) What's mine? (Why?) My name is Bianca. (My name is Bianca.) (Bianca Quinn. Now tell me...