When He Noticed Me

Chapter 5

There's no way this is for real! 

I'd be marked tardy once more, even though I had gone to bed earlier than usual, after laying out an outfit including my new purchases. Quickly, I slipped on a black lace bra and a matching cheekster, instantly feeling the rush of confidence as I had when Dylan confessed to me turning him on. 

Hurriedly, I stumbled into the bathroom to pull my hair out of my night braid and brush it out, watching as the strands instantly curled themselves into brown, loose waves with their natural golden streaks. I pinned half of it into a high ponytail and left the rest free. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, before finally patting it dry, and heading back into my room to get dressed.

I pull on a one of my favorite shirts, my black Adidas crop top. I pulled on a pair of light denim short-shorts, with frayed edges and the pockets showing in the front. After that, I laced up my beautiful all-white Adidas. Finishing in record time, I sling my dark blue Vuitton bag over my shoulder and run out the door.

After the whole debacle in the bathroom with Coralie, she made me promise to ride the bus with her today. So I scurry down the road to the bus stop, just in time, before the bus comes into sight. As it stops right in front of me, I hopped in, showing the driver my pass and running towards the back- taking the empty seat next to Cora.

"Hey-hey!" I greet her cheerfully.

"Hi." She replies, with a small smile on her face. 

On the outside, she appeared much better. There was little-to-no puffiness in her eyes, and she'd made a more obvious effort with her clothing. But me, being her best friend or practically sister, could see that the smile had no effect in her eyes. 

So, I was able to come to the conclusion that she was still wallowing in sadness because of her jerk-ish ex-boyfriend. But I wouldn't bring that up. Not now. Instead, I let my eyes trail over her outfit, suddenly realizing what she was wearing. She wore light denim shorts identical to mine, only a size up, and her white Adidas crop top.

"Oh my gosh, we match!" I crow quietly, pointing out the clothes we had gotten on a shopping trip a few weeks back.

She smiled, but cast her gaze out the window, taking in the passing scenery.

"You can get through this. With me and Dylan, you'll get through it." I mumble, rubbing small circles on her back in attempts to soothe her. 

The bus stops once more, and Cora, noticing the street we're on, looks up hopefully. An elderly woman makes her way onto the bus, and her head drops in disappointment. It hurt me to see that expression on her typically cheerful face, as she hangs her head and mentally scolds herself.

"You know..." I say, trying to think of something to lighten the mood. "Maybe he's just a bit under the weather or something. There's this little thing called Karma, you see. An because of his actions, perhaps he lay somewhere puking himself a river." I state.

Cora's head whips towards me, her brows furrowed, nose wrinkled up and lips pursed.

 "Ewwww, that was revolting!" She yelped.

"Whatever. Especially if he's in his bed at home, he can get one of his maids or butlers to get him a new pillow." I snark.

"You think he has butlers?" She wonders thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't be surprised, I mean, both you and I are very well off, and have butlers at some of our dwellings." I supply.

"Hmmm..." She hums thoughtfully.

"Anyways, he's a few tiers below us in the wealthy class- but I'm fairly sure he has maids and staff of his own at his pad." I suggest, shrugging.

"Well, I've never been to his flat..." She says, trailing off. "See?! That's when I should've fucking noticed. What kind of 'boyfriend' doesn't invite his girlfriend over or introduce her to his family!" She goes off on a tangent, ending with a tired huff.