The Story Of Us

Ch. 6

I did not want to go to school today.  I didn't want to see Kyria. Especially after what happened between us in her room; whatever that was. I don't think I will ever be able to look her in the face again. What would she do? Would she laugh in my face....knowing Kyria probably so. She was Kyria Austin after all. She was never serious about anything. Especially relationship related things.

Gasping I shook my head. Where had that idea come from? The word relationship and Kyria's name didn't belong in the same sentence much less my mind. 

I didn't even understand why I was standing in a hallway full of students who were acting like crazed animals thinking yet again about Kyria Austin.  Why did she keep charging back in my mind? She was better left in the past. She was an unnecessary drama and distraction that I did not need in my life. That being said she still found some way to slink back in my mind like some shadow overcasting my whole life.

Biting the inside of my lip I turned from my locker and then wished I didn't.  Kyria with one of her long tattooed arms wrapped around Quinn's fake tanned shoulder came walking toward me from down the hallway. 

This was it. I had to brace myself for what was about to happen.  I was about to become a laughingstock of the school and my life would be ruined.  Okay, so maybe that was a little over the top. My life would not be ruined, at least not when I made it out of school and off to college, but for the time being my life would be ruined.

I fortified myself where I stood. I was not going to let her see me scared.  She was not going to win this battle.

I don't know what I was confused more about, the fact that when she grew close she never looked at me or the fact that when she walked passed it was as if she didn't even see me standing there staring at her at all.

I caught sight of Quinn's sparkly lipstick covered mouth grinning evilly as they passed me. She was getting just what she wanted. For some reason that girl had it out for me.  I didn't understand why? It was obvious that I did not rank on any social scale so her Queen title was very much safe.

Holding my books tightly to my chest I watched as Kyria and her posse disappeared down the busy hallway. Why did it annoy me so much to watch her go without speaking to me? Hadn't that been my whole plan this whole time? If so then how come I felt  so bad now that is was actually happening?

Sighing,  not really knowing what else  to do I walked slowly to class with my back slouched.  Today was going to be terrific. 

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By the end of the day I had completely had it with Kyria's sudden cold attitude toward me. I have seen her treat other people that way,  but never thought she would do the same to me. I know she and I were not friends anymore,  but she still was somewhat nice to me. Now she would not even look at me! When she and I had a class together she sat as far away from me as possible. When we ran into one another in the hallway she would just brush passed me as though she had never seen me there in the first place. For some reason this upset me on an extreme level.  We were not friends,  but in a way I knew she was always there; now it felt like there was a gaping hole where she should be. Maybe I would try to talk to her later.

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Much later that day I found myself sitting in my dad's old hammock that hung in between two large oak trees in my front yard. I had a great view of Kyria's house so I would be able to see when she made it home.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her,  but I wanted to know why she was suddenly acting so cold to me. She had never acted that way toward me and I have to say that I didn't like it. It made me even more uncomfortable than her flirting mercilessly with me.

It was just past dusk when I heard the familiar sound of a skateboard coming down the sidewalk.  Snapping my head up from the book I was reading I caught sight of her making her way toward her house.

Biting my lip, sitting my book carefully down in the hammock I forced myself to make my way over to where Kyria was standing in her yard looking at something on her phone. She was so busy looking at whatever it was on her phone she didn't even realize it when I walked up. I had to clear my throat to get her attention. 

Looking bored out of her mind she glanced up at me. She however did not say anything, which was not normal. Usually she would always have some snarky comment up her sleeve. It looked like I was going to have to start up the conversation. 

"So you are ignoring me now?" I asked folding my arms over my chest and glaring at her.

One dark eyebrow arched as she pursed her full lips.  She pulled off her dark t-shirt revealing a black tank top. Her many tattoos were in full view now.  Amy found herself looking at Kyria's arms with open curiosity.

"See something you like Foster?"

I jerked my eyes back to Kyria's stormy blue ones. Something was different however.  Kyria's eyes that generally held a mischievous though joking manner were now just staring blankly at me. I had this cold feeling shooting all through my body.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not."

"Oh cut the shit Kyria," I said rolling my eyes. I was so over this. "You have been ignoring me all day and I want to know why?"

It was Kyria's turn to roll her eyes. "Get over yourself Amy."

For a second I was shocked because Kyria never called me by my first name unless she was serious.

"So it's Amy now huh? Mind telling me what I did for you to be suddenly a jerk to me?"

Kyria threw her head back laughing.  It was a laugh, but it was anything but a happy one.

"I don't see what is so funny!" I demanded. 

"I do. You are just some spoiled bitch that wants eveything to go her way and the second it doesn't she gets her little feelings hurt." Kyria smile disappeared.  "Well fuck you."

Shocked I took a step back. "What did you just say?"

Kyria smiled darkly before she took a step closer to Amy.  "I said fuck you." With that said she turned to go back in her house.

"What is wrong with you?! Has the popularity finally scrambled your brain? Even if it has that does not give you the right to be such a bitch to me. I haven't done anything to you!"

Kyria jerked back around to glare at her. "That's right Amy, you never do anything! You are so freaking boring you make an ant seem interesting to watch!"

This hurt my feelings more than it should.  I knew what people thought of me, but some part of me hoped Kyria was not one of them. Too bad I guess she was.

"Is this because I wouldn't let you paw me like some whore you sleep with every other day?! If it is then you can go fuck yourself!"

"You think I want to touch you? I wouldn't touch you if you were the last chick on this earth! You are a boring little bitch that could make a trip to the library feel like a fun trip."

Clinching my fists, my short nails bit into the palms of my hands. There would definitely be marks.

"Oh really? Is that why you were on top of me and tried to kiss me?! You are so full of yourself that you think that all women should just throw themselves at you or lay at your feet." I felt my eyes prick with hot angry tears.  "Well I am not one of them.  I have more care about myself than to ever get mixed up with a stupid reject like you! You may be popular right now, but after high school you will be nothing!"

Refusing to let her see me cry over her words I took a deep breath.  "You can go be a stupid whore for all I care! You won't ever have to worry about me trying to speak to you again  you jerk!"

As if this was tradition I turned and ran back to my house not caring if I looked stupid to Kyria or not.