Trust.

Trust. Chapter 1

Introduction;

Trust, what is it? It doesn't have a meaning, it doesn't have an exact definition. Everybody has a different perspective about what trust means. There's not a way to describe it either. I had complete trust, faith. I shared it. I believed, I conceived and I was plain out happy. That is, till the day. Till the day I got backstabbed. Tormented. Teased. I became insecure. And it all started with one day. One thing. One miserable trip.

Chapter 1;

"I can't believe we have to leave today. Miami was so beautiful. But, I'm not looking forward to the smelly bus ride back to Orlando." I muttered as I tossed my deep blue Nike bag into the compartment under the bus.

"Agreed." My best friend Hadley had said as she followed me into the big monster vehicle, that was snorting out fumes from the pipes, and making the fresh, clean air into dark misty clouds that reeked with toxicity.

I had finally found us a seat at the back of the bus. "Right here Hadley,"

"Alana. Uh, I'm uh, not sitting with you on the way back. Derek had uh, asked me to sit with him on the way back, I had said yes.." Hadley hesitated between each word, as if expecting me to throw a melt-down in the middle of the bus.

But I wanted to. She ditched me. Just. Like. That. And, of all the people, it had to be Derek. DEREK! Only my biggest crush since like forever. He was perfect, with that sandy hair that just shone like nobody's business. Them blue eyes could make a girl go mad. And trust me, I was.

"Oh." I sat down, I couldn't dare look her in the eyes. Hadley just left, as if nothing bothered her about this. As if it was no big deal to hurt her best friend.

I arranged myself in my seat and stared blankly out the window as the bus started to slowly move out of the parking lot of the hotel. I plugged my earphones into my phone and played my favourite songs. But I didn't really pay attention to the music that was playing. I was too focused on the impatient feeling that had succumbed my body. It was really distracting.

It was pretty boring because I was all by myself and all I could hear was the loud chatter of girls gossiping about the latest celebrity drama that they happened to find in their Teen Weekly magazine. The boys were arguing that 'no the Kings are better than the Bruins' or something like that. I don't know, it was about sports or something.

I looked around the bus. Everybody had somebody to sit with so I couldn't snag a seat. I guess being a lone wasn't that bad. It gave me a little time to think. But I felt possessed because something was wrong with me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Hadley and Derek. I was glued, attached, like my head was permanently facing that way, because, I couldn't stop. It was driving me insane watching as they cuddled against the window like these ignorant stupid little kids. The weird thing was that that's what made me watch more. It fuelled my anger, not in a dark way, but I mean, I just wanted to run up there and slap their faces, or pants them or something. All I know is that I hated it. I hated the feeling. Having to watch them hug and act as if they haven't seen each other for years, right in front of my fiery eyes, I almost burnt a hole into the cushioned seat... yes, I was that mad.

What did I do to her, that was so bad? Oh yeh.. nothing. I mean I felt defeated. Like I just lost a battle. I mean, what happened to 'sister before mister?' BFF isn't just some random word made up for little kids to run around chanting, it's real.. You gotta live up to it. Now this is just me being over dramatic, but I mean....what would you do?