June
The next day on the bus she doesn't stare at me; she sits beside me. I uncomfortably remove my feet from the seat beside me and let my bag drop the floor. The entire journey is full of awkward silences,following by her movie-star grin, following by longer silences. Today she wears a long tartan skirt and another tasteless shirt; this time it was plastered with machine embroidered kittens.
As soon as the bus stops, she sprints like a starving vulture (spotting an animal corpse platter) to the doors. I wish that would be the last I ever see of the girl, Harleen – Harley: To my dismay, when I reach my locker, she stands there waiting. Her back resting on the locker doors, as I open my own; she smiles at me again so I roll my eyes and try to throw an irritated look at her.
Harley's face drops but her eyes glisten with playfulness. She turns away from me, hiding her face as though she's about to cry. Do I feel guilty? Should I?
As I release the grip of my lock, she grasps my arm and pulls me in to her. She's tall. Like a tree, she shelters me from the harsh sunlight which is the school hallway light. Unlike a tree, she smells like anew car and she's warm at the touch. I can feel her breath run down my collar: flinching would seem inconsiderate. My skin turns burning red; I feel as though I might boil over; I feel as though I'm a volcano about to erupt and ruin everything that is beautiful.
The bell rings. I step back; lock up my locker and walk away, biting my lip.
When I get on the bus, she's there- staring, smiling. Her fingernails tap on the seat in front which is occupied by shy freshman.
The next day she sits beside me on the bus: not saying a word. Beads of sweat bleed down my forehead like a mother's tears at a funeral. She notices but doesn't say a word; she smiles; I grimace.
Harley
June repeats in my head all the way to PE that day. What a beautiful, idyllic name...I whispers to myself as I change into my sport kit.
After PE I look in the mirror. I run my fingers through my hair, hating colour, the way it falls, the way it isn't June's. My lips are pressed together with concentration as I pull my hair back, styling it into a bun.
Before I reach the Maths classroom, I see her. The celestial portrayal glides across the hall. Her aura causes my stomach to clench. Clench like fists; fists of envious love. Cruel, ironic love rushing through my veins and into my heart like poison. Like she, a python, had bitten me and left me to die . Without her mercy I die slowly.
The next day she sits beside me on the bus: not saying a word. Beads of sweat fall down her forehead; I notice; she notices I notice. When I smile, she knows; knows I'm excited; knows I know I'm excited.
June
I pick up my pace as I head towards the library; she follows close behind. Weak, fearful gasps escape my lips as I enter the empty classroom opposite the library entrance, trying to shake her off. I wait. Scared? Nothing. Silence.
I haven't been this scared since my parents split. I was 12. It was like something from a thriller, full of unnecessary violence. I wish it had been a corny TV program but instead it was my reality and I was dragged down for it.
I step toward the door; she's gone. I sigh, dropping my bag and stepping back. Relief? No.
Harley swiftly walks into the room. When she closes the door, my lips quiver. When she locks the door, I tremble.
YOU ARE READING
♥ Ambitious Twilight ♥ {~{Smutt}~} {~{Jarley Minn}~}
Hayran KurguJune lives a nice normal life. Her dad left when during her first year in High School and since then she hasn't been very popular with anyone at school. All that matters are her studies until, one day on the bus, she feels a tall, athletic girl star...
