Change

Ten

Two months on and things had pretty much not changed around here. People were still the bitches and dick heads they've always been, and of course Vanessa had still not gotten off my back completely. Once in a while we went out for dinner, parties and just for fun. I didn't think much of the outings though because to me she was just a friend, but I was a hundred percent sure that Vanessa took me to be more than a friend to her. Also, there were times when she openly flirted with me. Petting my hair and whispering words of love in my ears, caressing my face and all that. I allowed her simply because she didn't do anything except that and it made me a bit more comfortable around her. I really like the girl and our friendship meant a lot to me. That was why I flared up when I caught her kissing another girl.
It happened on Wednesday. It was third period, maths and God knows how much I hated maths. I excused myself from the classroom to use the girls restroom. As I approached the door, I heard muffled sounds coming from within. Initially my heart skipped a beat thinking someone was in trouble, maybe one of those kids that got bullied had been tied up in the toilet. As I finally got to the door, I could clearly make out that the voices were not of those in trouble and I almost breathed a sigh of relief if not that I was struck immediately with the thought that those sounds were moans of pleasure eliciting from a supposed make out session. I hate to interrupt people but I really needed to pee, so I opened the door and what will my eyes see first? There was Vanessa, half naked with only her skirt on and a blonde girl who was totally naked, lying on the floor. I quickly averted my eyes but the duo had already scampered apart from the noise the door made when I opened it. Vanessa looked at me with a look of, guilt? I couldn't tell. After what seemed like two hours but was only twenty seconds of standing in silence and shock, I stormed out, my pee totally forgotten. I was mad, mad that it was Vanessa I had seen in there. Why not some other girl? Why would she do this to me? I made my way towards the cafe because it was almost lunch time and found myself a seat at our now regular table. I hate that I had to see that, and the scene stubbornly refused to leave my head. But wait, why was I angry in the first place? Vanessa wasn't my girlfriend and I had no right to be angry at who she fucked or made out with, but then again I was still mad, and was that jealousy that was springing up in me? No, it couldn't be. She's nothing to me and I have no right to be angry at who she made out with, so slowly I put the thought behind me just as the bell rang for lunch and patiently waited for Nicole and the others to show up.