Different Dimension (Editing)

Chapter One

"That sounds like a you problem," my best friend Jenica said after I'd told her my whole story. We were standing at the bus stop, waiting for it to show up.

"A me problem?! Oh, you're kidding! You know I don't like him, he knows I don't like him, and you don't care?"

"Oh, I never said that, stop exaggerating. You know I care, I just don't know what to say. I think it's kinda cute that he likes you."

" Are you serious? Cute?! Forget it. I'll figure it out." What was my "me problem"? The boy who rolled in front of us in his blue Mustang. Donovan Monroe, senoir quarterback of the football team, the boy who at least pretended to like me. I didn't buy it, not until he proved it, and even then I wouldn't.

"Hey cutie. Oh, hey you."

"Hey, Donovan," we replied flatly. I didn't even look at him. Jenica, on the other hand, was on the verge of throwing a left hook to his perfect jaw line, throwing it off by about a half a mile.

"Why so down, cutie? Wanna lift? It's pretty cold out there."

"I can wait for the bus just fine."

"You don't know what you're missing babe. I'm talking heaters that will warm you from the inside-"

I kicked his car. " I don't give two rats and a mouse's ass about your damn heater!" I yelled, throwing my arms up. "Keep driving!"

"You'll be begging on your knees for me one day!" He drove off, revving his engine loudly, turning the corner and vanishing.

Attention whore, I thought shaking my head.

Finally, the bus came around, late for the second time this week. We boarded and the driver, Susan, slammed the doors shut. We sat in the back with our friend, Davion.

"Gooood morning Nikki and Jen! This morning's news! Marc broke up with Yaneth last night! Through text! Farah thinks she's in love! Only been dating Saloman for two weeks, but he's an attractive man, I do not blame her. I have reached my five hundreth follower on Instagram straight flexin!" He duck faced and pulled out his phone, taking a picture. Jen and I posed too, duck facing with our feminine bestie.

Dave had been out the closet for about two years now. Being a closet gay was harder than being a woman, at least that's what Dave said. We rode the bus laughing the whole time while he talked about what he'd heard while being on. He needed his own YouTube channel, just to record the funniness. When the bus finally stopped a couple blocks from our school, half of it, including my group, hopped off and kept walking toward Walker High.

"So, what happened with you guys this morning?"

"Donovan again," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Still bothering you, eh?" He asked.

"You know it." I laughed lifelessly. "When isn't he bothering me? Anyway, can we change the subject?"

Dave politely changed the subject and we started talking about what we were planning on doing for winter break.

Once we were in the school, Jen and I parted from Dave. "I'll see you later, D. Hopefully, at least."

(Side pic of Cymphonique Miller)