Eternity's Garden

Chapter 2; Just Friends, Right?

After the recess bell rang, I headed to Our Spot where my friends and I sit near the school canteen. The area is near the edge of the school, with a black fence separating the students from the teacher's carpark. There is a set of stairs that lead up to an un-openable door that leads to a classroom in the science department.

Adrianne is another one of my close friends and in general a great person - but ever since I came out as bisexual (but I generally date girls more), she's been all over setting me up with every girl she sees. It's getting annoying.

Adrianne walks into the hangout with her usual amount of flair, sass and a general aura of 'The Teen Queen Bee.' As it is her mission to make sure I permanently have a girlfriend, even though I'm already with Damien and thus have a boyfriend, she has another girl behind her. I turn around because I don't want to deal with her shit right now, I know she doesn't like Damien and loves to play matchmaker with me, I'm not planning on cheating on Damien - let alone with someone I literally just met.

"RO! I just met the new girl! She's your type too!" Oh, god, no. This poor girl. She'll think I'm a bigger slut than the rumours would have already told her I am. I mentally sighed and turned around to look at the girl. With a few freckles and short black messy hair that looks like she couldn't give a damn about, with her skin much tanner than my ghostly pale complexion. She doesn't look too bad, she's actually quite pretty, but I'm happy in my relationship with Damien, so I don't really notice. But I do need to help this girl out, because she looks more frightened than a deer with Christmas lights on its antlers.

"Dree, what have I said about trying to set me up with people. I am perfectly happy in my relationship with Damien. Anyway, what's your name girly? I may look scary but I only bite if I have to." Joking around and I started snickering at my own joke, a playful smirk on my face. But the poor girl looked more frightened that before, she literally paled and took a step backwards. Yeash, guess she's not used to girls fake-flirting with her... After coaxing her name out of her (which ended up being Violet, cute name) she turned around to leave but was blocked by The Boys and Ang. Great timing guys! I'm seriously not ready for her to leave yet.

"Who the Satan is this? And where did you pull this one out of Dree?" Ang, really? You're scaring the pretty new girl-did I really just think that? I did. I should check out her timetable, we might have a few classes together. She'll need some friends around this place. It's full of absolute weirdos...

"Sorry if Angela scared you. She may seem tough and all but that's only on the outside. In reality, she's a marshmallow. We have a running joke that she's Satan incarnated, prepared to doom all of earth, or steal all of its chocolate, but hey - both work. Don't worry too much about it - she's only joking. Hey, can I see your timetable? We might have some classes together." I hold out my hand hoping that I can see her schedule and she passed it over, hesitating at first as if she was contemplating whether or not to trust this Phyco stranger a girl she just met who someone just tried to hook her up with. Looking it over, we have a decent amount of subjects together and we both have photography next two blocks, SWEET!

"To be completely honest, I don't know how to read this... Do you think you could explain it?" Time for an internal happy dance - step one to being friends! I explain to her how the timetable works and it turns out we have quite a few classes together. Four out of six ain't bad, ain't bad at all.

I introduce Violet to everyone, so Ang doesn't go all "I-Am-Cavewoman-This-My-Territory" on her. I open my mouth to ask her what school she went to before Golden-Oak but the locker bell rings.

"Time to run! Bye guys!" I grab Violet's hand and sprint, pulling her towards the photography classroom. If I make her late on her first day, shit will certainly go down with the teachers. Running past a group of year 12 boys from my Theatre Studies class, they wolf-whistle at us as one of them calls out;

"Hey there Ro, got yourself a new girlfriend? What happened to that other guy?" In response I just laughed and held a figure to my lips in a joke 'Keep-It-Quiet' gesture.

"Shhh, you'll blow my cover!" I yelled back at them laughing and then continued double time towards the photography room. Coming to an abrupt halt at the door, poor Violet hit the door full force and bounced off and landed on her ass.

"Oh shit. Are you okay?" I lean over her making sure she's alright. Shit, I'm so clumsy.

"I-I'm alright." I helped her up and walked with her inside the class. Everyone pointed and whispered about me helping the new girl into the room. About fifteen minutes into class I had a paper airplane thrown at my head from across the classroom. Looking up, I saw the edge of Damien's not school uniform hoodie go past the door. I unfolded the paper and read the message;

'Ask your mother if you can come over tonight, need to talk. XOXO – D.'

Why didn't he just text me? It's so much easier. Anyway - it is sweeter this way... I pull out my phone and text mum, who cares – teacher's not looking. Within about three seconds I get a message back saying I can go. Shooting a text to Damien saying so I almost put my phone away, but realise I should probably get Violet's phone number, but then think better of myself and pull my portfolio out. I started taking notes on what the teacher was saying about how to change settings on a film camera that a digital one does automatically. I look next to me and Violet's just staring at her lined book, doodling in the margins of the page.

The rest of the day is a blur of Violet getting to know the school and being bombarded with questions related to what it's like to be home schooled for most of her life. I ended up yelling at multiple teachers to stop procrastinating and get on with what we are meant to be doing. I got a few looks from other students that told me they thought I was being an attention whore but Violet looked so freaked out by all the questions. After saying thanks to me about fifty times, Violet finally helped do the group project that was one of those create a short performance in Theatrical Literature. Some of the guys in our group were complete dipshits. They kept trying to make a porno about a threesome, handcuffs and Batman. It was disgusting. When I straight out told them that I would not let them do it, one of their friends piped up that they heard that I had been caught in a threesome and should know how great they are.

Some things are true, but threesomes being great is not one of them.

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