Trying To Get Away

Chapter 3 ~ Bestfriends And Uteruses

"Zanna where do babies come from?" A cute babyish voice comes from behind me. I turn from trying to open my locker and face Charlie.

"Well when a woman and a man love each other very much." I start with mock seriousness. A nice and graffic explanation occurs. "And then the baby grows in the woman's uterus." I say barley containing my laughter at the discusted expression on my bestfriends face.

"EWWWWW! Don't say uterus!" Charlie yells, getting us some unwanted stares from other kids in the hall. Ugh, I don't like people looking at me, I enjoy being invisible.

"Charles stop!" I hiss at him, all to concious of the people looking at us. "If you didn't want an explanation you shouldn't have asked."

"I didnt think you would go into detail. It was a joke Zannie." He says with a pout. I just stuck my tounge out at him.

"Hey, what do you have against uteruses anyway?" I question.

"Bleh! I told you to stop saying that. Its such a nasty word. Uterus, gross." Charlie mutters.

 "Haha your so cute Charles" I chuckle at him, umm I mean with him.

"I told you to stop calling me Charles" He tells me sounding put out about it.

"But you get that cute pissed off look when I do"

"I hate you" He says and stalkes off down the hall.

"No you don't" I yell after him "You love me!"

He just flips me off and keeps walking........Maybe I should stop calling him that. Nah its to funny. The warning bell rings and I turn back to my locker, get my books and walk to my first period. I snag a seat in the back and put my backpack on the seat next to me. No one sits there anyway. 

After first period, Literature, is over Math passes by uneventfully im off to Photography. Its my all time favorite class. Taking pictures is my passion and I convinced Charlie to take the class with me at the beginning of the year. He really is a good bestfriend, well only friend but still.

"Charlie, are still mad at me?" I ask when I sit down next to him, making my voice come out sad. He looks up at me, flashes a briliant smile at me and says "Of course."

"Aww Charlie im sorry." I say pouting at him.

He sticks his tounge out at me and says "Ok I forgive you. Only because your face is gonna get stuck that way if you keep it like that any longer."

I just give him a hug which he returns immediately. I knew he wasn't really mad at me in the first place.

"All right class." Mrs Smith says finally looking up from her computer. "We will be starting a project, with partners." Charlie and I instantly look at each other and nod confirming we will be together. "I will choose your partners." She continued and a collective groan rang out. "And you wont complain." Mrs Smith added in a stern tone. 

"Amy with Eric. John with Alec." She continued down her list. "Charlie with......" Charlie and I hung in suspence, waiting for her to continue. "Britney" Mrs Smith finished. Charlie looked at me with a "help me face". Britney was a horrid bitch to put it mildly. I think she was only in this class because she and her two minions thought it would be an easy A. 

"Im sorry" I moulth to him. My attention was pulled back to Mrs Smith when I heard my name. "And Suzanna you will be with our new student who is comming tomorrow."

What? New student? I havent heard anything about that, I look over to Charlie and pull up my eyebrows and he shakes his head, telling me that he didnt know either. The bell ringing puts an end to out silent conversation and the talk of a new student. 

The rest of the day passes by quickly. In 6th period, my last of the day I could feal the clock ticking. I didnt want to go to that house. That revolting place where I live.

I met Charlie at my locker after the last bell. "Hey Char? Can I come over to your house?" I ask him hoping he will say yes.

"Of course Zannie" He says wrapping and arm aroung me shoulders. He is the only person that knows about my Aunt and what happens at her house. I dont know what I would do without him.

"Oh look its the fag and the bottle blonde." An unbeleiveably annoying and bitchy voice makes us look up. Great just what I needed, Britney with her two brainless clones.

"What do you want Britney?" Charlie asks harshly.

"I just had to make sure you knew you are going to do that project yourself. And you better do a good job because I need a good grade." The Herpes Queen, as me and Char call her says snottily.

"I'm not doing that project by myself." Charlie tells her.

"Yes you are queer." Replies Britney. I was getting tired of her shit and being such a bitch to my bestfriend. He isn't even gay.

"Okay look you need to stop being such a conceited bitch and do your part on this project." I tell her getting really pissed off.

"What the fuck. You can't make me do anything. Who do you think you are. Your nothing." She tells me over prononciating the last part. Hah she thought she could offend me, she had no clue what I lived with. And what the hell with the bottle blonde comments? I got a lot of crap about my hair because its white blond color. My hair color is natural but I know for a fact she gets her blonde from a salon.

"Actually I can. I swear I will tell everyone about the Incident." She gets red and flusterd immediatly and her smug smile slipps off her face after I say it. "Hah you forgot I knew about that didnt you?" I smile evily at her.

"God fine! Ill do the damn project!" She exclaims and marches away from us her followers looking confused and trailing behind her.

"Thanks Zannie" Char smiles at me.

 "No problem Bestie." I say even though the reality of what I just did was hitting me. I cant believe I acutally stood up to her like that. Usually I was the one to do anything to advoid confrontation. But I do have to admit it felt damn good to tell her off a bit.

On the car ride to Charlie's house he turns to me and askes "Zannie what is the Idcident?"

"Oh I wouldn't worry about it if I were you Char." I told him and laughed silently to myself the rest of the way to his house.