Queen Bitch

C H A P T E R 5

I splashed cool water on my face, wiping of the face mask I was wearing and watched it swirl down the sink, temporarily staining the white marble burgundy. I always wore face masks when I was scared or stressed, and after such an eventful day at school, my face was literally itching for a mask. 

I walked back into my bedroom and slumped onto my bed, closing me eyes. My mind wander unintentionally, for the 13th time (in 2 hours!) about Blake. Who didn't defend me at all through the fight. Who didn't come and find me after the fight to see if I was ok. Maybe he was mad at me. 

I pull out my phone and check the time. 8:35 pm. Blake should still be up. 

The perks of being neighbours with your best friend includes seeing each other a lot, and because our bedroom were craftily placed next to each other, we talked to each other through the windows of our houses, using mini whiteboards that we coincidentally got each other for Christmas.  I once did suggest going to each others house via the windows, because the leap wasn't far (less that a metre!) but Blake was definitely not the adventures type, and was evidently afraid of falling. 

I pulled out my whiteboard and walked towards the window, peering through the panes to look into the room in front of me. The room was dark, which confused me, but just as I was about to give up I saw Blake walk in and switch on the light. Both the room and my face lit up. 

I banged on window, trying to grab his attention. I noticed he was dressed in a formal dress shit and long pants, but I shrugged the thought away. Maybe he just felt like dressing up.   

"Athena? Could you lower the volume please, I'm trying to work!"

Not Blake, but my 21 year old sister, Devyn cried out. 

"Yeah, Athena, far out! You're being so loud!" Anna knew just how to push my buttons; we both knew that the volume I was using didn't bother her the slightest, and that she was accustomed to much louder sounds. 

"Sorry!" I returned, gritted my teeth, returning my attention to the task at hand. 

I open my window, stick my head out and shout-whisper to Blake. 

"Blake, can you hear me?" 

When he doesn't reply, I grab a box of hair ties, pick up a yellow bow and chucked it at his window. I keep chucking hair accessories at his window, until finally he groaned, pulled open the window and scowled at me. 

"What?" 

"That's not the way to greet your best friend, is it?" When he glared at me, I frowned. 

"What did I do?" I asked. 

"I think we both know what you did. You embarrassed me infront of my friends! And you were sitting on the table we were supposed to sit on!" 

"...What?" 

"You sat in our spot!" 

"Our spot? Our spot? It used to be our spot!" I burst out, and Blake took a step back away from the window in surprise. I rarely got angry with him, but lately I just couldn't control it. 

"What has happened to you?" Blake asked angrily. 

I shook my head. This guy was absolutely nutters; he was at fault, not me! Nowadays, our friendship was toxic. I don't know if I can do this anymore. 

"What has happened to you?" I asked, but softly. "High school changed you." 

"Yeah I think it has, but I like the new me. And you should do too." 

I shook my head softly. 

"Look, I need to go. I'll be late for my date with Ren-" the dreamy glazed look on Blake's face sent stabs on pain to my chest, before he quickly shook his head and a look of guilt washed over his face.

He didn't tell me? 

"We used to tell each other everything. Why don't you trust me anymore?" 

He hesitated. 

"I guess, we just aren't like we used to be." 

"But you, we.." I began to cry. "We were supposed to be best friends forever. You promised!" 

"Well I guess promises are meant to be broken." 

Though the tears blurred my vision, I could see him shake his head, grab his phone and walk out of the room. 

I followed him with my eyes as he walked out the front door and into the night. 

Without looking back once.