All Bi Myself

Repercussions

This chapter took a while to write, I may edit it later. It's so hard to capture Imogen's thoughts, mostly because she doesn't know what she's thinking half the time and the other half there are so much thoughts rushing through her head it wouldn't be realistic to write them all out. Once again @lounolan has really helped me figure out was going on. Go read Ursa Minor. It's amazing. So subtle. I love it. 

The monotony of school quickly takes over and before I know it I’m going through the motions again, my mind often somewhere else. Christy doesn’t seem to mind because this has long since become the norm and besides she’s constantly on her phone. Once upon a time she had been a top student, studying diligently and handing assignments in on time. Now her phone is out all the time and she complains about teachers giving us too much work. She hasn’t told me about this person she’s talking to and I haven’t asked. I don’t know why I haven’t asked, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I should until Amy did.

“So who are you always texting?”

It’s the tone that makes me look up. Its first period, Tammy is sitting with me again which has become a pattern and Amy has joined Christy. I see Tammy mirror my reaction and I glance at her distractedly. She looks nice today, her hair is in really loose curls and I can’t tell if she’s wearing clip-in extensions or not. I hope not.

“What do you mean?”  Christy asks with a laugh that is clearly trying to avoid the question.

Right away I know that’s a bad idea. Amy zeroes in on her and gives her a look.

“The person that makes you a boring blob to be beside, it’s no wonder that Imogen is hanging out with Tammy more.”  Amy says bluntly and my face flushes and I see Christy look at me while I look at Tammy.

Tammy keeps her face free of any emotion and just smiles kindly at Christy while I feel my pulse pounding in my head. I’m on the verge of being really mad at Amy for throwing me to the wolves like that.

“Is it a boy?” Tammy asks in a way that is interested but not prying, clearly trying to smooth over the awkward situation.

Christy ignores her and I realize what a bitch she’s turning into. She answers Amy explaining that yes it is a boy and that she isn’t a boring blob. Amy just raises an eyebrow and turns back to her work. I make sure I’m looking down when Christy looks at me because I don’t know what to say. She watches me for a moment and then her phone buzzes. I wait to see if she’ll say something and for a moment I think she will and then she turns away and begins texting. I feel Tammy’s eyes on me but I ignore it until she puts her hand on my arm making me look up in surprise.

“Can you help me with this question, I wasn’t listening when it was explained.”

I nod and slowly she slides her hand off my arm and my skin feels cold. Amy glances back at me and rolls her eyes in Christy’s direction and I shake my head making her smirk. I know I’ll get an apology or an explanation from her later and I’m already over it. I do wonder while I’m helping Tammy what the repercussions are going to be between me and Christy over Amy’s comment. I understand why Amy did it but at the same I can’t help wishing that she had left it alone. It’s not like I’m miserable, like she had said I did have Tammy, though a friendship of two weeks is nothing compared to a two year or even a four year one like mine and Christy’s. But at the same time it couldn’t have been that great if I’m not upset about it, except I’m not upset over many things that I should be. Finally the bell goes and the confusing thoughts in my head are spirited away in a commotion of binders closing and stools being pushed back mixed with the dull roar of conversations that had been silenced at the beginning of class.

“So Sasha and I are going to the diner for lunch, do you guys want to come?” Amy asks as she waits for us to pack up our things. Clearly she doesn’t have anything distracting her right now as all her stuff is in a neat pile.