Iris

Unwanted

After a few minutes, the waiter brought out the jug of coffee and another glass of water. I never particularily cared for coffee, but the coffee here was surprisingly good. I poured myself a cup and sipped a bit, burning the tip of my tongue. I sighed and checked my phone again, more texts from Hallie, and I did not want to answer.

Where are you? Did you leave for school already?

Why won't you answer? I know you saw the texts.

I felt like screaming. She was going to be the death of me. I couldn't tell you why I didn't like her, but something about her just brought out the worst in me, like a dark side that I didn't know I had. I normally didn't associate with people outside of my roomates, and this was the prime example of why that is. Maybe I just had commitment issues or maybe I just didn't get along with her the way I should. I didn't know what it was. I didn't know.

The waiter brought my food and I poked at the food gingerly before eating anything.

Class started at nine, and I had barely made it there in time. The professor was actually shocked that I wasn't the first one there, like I usually was. I was stuck sitting next to Joshua Garner, the talkative boy in my film history class. I could barely focus, and when class was over, I was struggling to remember what we  were even talking about that day. I wrote down the next line of notes and saw that a ripped corner of notebook paper was next to my notebook.

You don't look right. Are you okay?

Of course, Joshua wanted to make sure I was okay. His concern for me was confusing, we hadn't talked before, so why did he care if I was okay or not?

I wrote back, "I'm fine, thank you though," and slid it over by his notebook.

He looked at the note, glanced once at me, then wrote a response. He slid it back.

Girls say 'I'm fine' all the time and never mean it. Wanna talk about it?

I scoffed quietly at the paper, but loud enough to draw is attention. His eyebrows furrowed and twiddled his thumbs together nervously.

"Why do you even care? We've never talked before, so why are you so concerned about me?" I replied on the notebook paper.

He looked down and then looked at me. Suddenly I remembered I had been talking notes and picked up my pencil, frantically scribbling what had been on the board. He pushed the paper back.

Honestly? I've been waiting to talk to you for a while. No one talks to you and everyone's afraid of a quiet loner. Except me. Was he really confessing his feelings on a passed note?

"Joshua, what are you," I started writing, but the bell rang and class ended. I started putting my books and supplies back into my backpack, but Joshua didn't move. I sighed, frustrated with him, and waited for him to say something.

But he didn't.

"Alright listen kid," I began, knowing i should probably be a little kinder to the boy that has a crush on me, "You obviously have something to say. If you seriously like me that way, you don't know who you're messing with. So I suggest you just back off right now. It's not going to happen."

Joshua looked up, but didn't say anything. He just smiled.

"Don't act like I'm going to buy this, because I'm not. I don't date."

"You have such a strong wall built up that you don't talk to other people in class," He finally replied. "You don't go to parties, you don't hang out around campus. Your only apparent friend is your roommate Carlie, and you have always been composed, happy-looking, and intelligent. But I can tell that something is bugging you today. Something happened. Someone did something to piss you off, and I know that because if that didn't happen, you wouldn't have shown up late. You wouldn't have answered my notes, and you wouldn't be telling me off after class because of my feelings for you. Don't you get it?"

"Apparently not, because even though I'm 'so intelligent,' I don't have friends. Please explain yourself before I gather my things and leave," I nearly yelled.

"Unlike everyone, I can see through your facade, Morgan! I understand you and I haven't even talked to you, so why are you trying to push me away?" Joshua replied calmly, but with an urgency behind is voice.

...How do I reply to that? I wanted to scream at him, that he didn't know me or what burdens I came with. But I couldn't.

"Could I walk you home?" Joshua asked calmly.

I...but I drove...to school...

I couldn't stand anymore. My knees gave away and I fell to the floor. I could faintly hear Joshua yelling my name before I blacked out.

Bianca:

Something that people didn't know about Morgan is that she has an alter ego. Some people have fake alter egos that they joke about or they call their signifigant other their alter ego. But Morgan's was real. Some people called it an alter ego, but I preferred alter personality. And actually, I was the best part about Morgan. I was what made her interesting! She didn't get that though, she thought I was a bother. I couldn't say I was offended by that, but It was a bit degrading. She had been to doctors and therapists, explaining how she had this alter ego. Of course the doctors didn't believe her, thinking that she was just clinically insane. They gave her medicines to treat her "mental disorder" but none of them got rid of me.

I am Bianca.

When I opened my eyes, some strange boy was by me, calling Morgan's name repeatedly.

"Get off me, moron," I groaned and shoved him.

The idiot looked shocked that I was awake, and more shocked that I called him a moron. He got off me quickly and looked me over. "What's the matter, Morgan?"

I started walking away, and looked back. "Guess you don't know as much as you thought you knew," I snapped, then strutted off.