As we got off, Jordan nodded at Bayla.
Strange.
We walked on the powdery sidewalk, up to my house, the silvery arms of the mottled sycamore trees reaching up towards the sun above us.
The world seemed to sparkle in the frozen air, everything dusted with glittering white. The houses we passed look like someone painted the icicles onto the gutters. The sky was a light grey, barely letting any sun in.
We stomped loudly as we opened the front door of my house. My mom was either in her room, or out picking up Alex, because silence greeted us.
I took off my coat and hung it and Bayla's up on a peg that stuck out of the wall.
"So," I said , opening up the door to my room, "This is my room. You can out your backpack over there." I gestured to my desk, brushing a lock of blonde hair off of my face.
She took in my room; the one blue wall, the posters, the strange chairs and the fuzzy black carpet.
The bookshelves were all stuffed with multicolored book spines, and all sorts of composition notebooks.
"So many books!" Bayla breathed, sitting down on one of my cushioned mini-couches.
"Yeah. This is like my little castle. If I'm gonna live in it, may as well make it my own, you know?"
I set out some of my homework on the desk so we could get to some studying, eventually, although I had a feeling that wouldn't be for a while.
"So, you wanted to talk?" I tilted my head, content with my messy pile of papers.
"Yeah, " she looked happy that I'd remembered, but then her face shifted into a teasing smile," You like Jordan, don't you?"
"I highly doubt that is what you wanted to talk about," I objected, pointing an accusatory finger at her, "How do you know Jordan? You just moved here, didn't you?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice lilting upwards. "Well.. I kinda really want to go to the Valentine's day dance. I don't know who would want to go with me, though."
I noticed how she avoided mentioning Jordan.
"THAT's what your worried about? The entire male population of Waterside High is dying to go with you! All you have to do is walk up to any random boy, and ask them." I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the google eyes she'd been getting all day.
She smiled, and I knew I had said the right thing.
"We'll need new outfits, and-"
"No."
"What?"
"No. No dresses."
"You want to go naked? I know you like Jordan, but that's hardly the way to go.." Bayla burst out laughing, clutching at her stomach and gasping for air.
"Not funny!" I sat up indignantly, trying not to laugh. Bayla's laugh itself made me want to laugh- it was a braying, snorting, squealing sound that didn't look like it belonged to her. I grabbed a pillow from my bed, and hit her with it, which only made her laugh harder.
"Stop! stop! I Can't.. breathe!"
She composed herself, then sat up, pleading.
"You're coming with me to the Ema's and you're going to try on 3 dresses. If you don't like them- fine. You don't have to get them."
I considered this. It was, technically, up to me if I got something or not.
"Fine," I glared, shoving a textbook in front of her.
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خارق للطبيعةPierce Summers is a bit of an outcast. She has so many ideas, but no one seems to understand them. But now she's having strange dreams, and they are seeming more and more real, and more like visions than dreams. When she meets Nolan and Bayla, she b...
