Underneath The Tux: "What you see. isn't always what it seems."

Chapter Three: Trigger

“About time you arrived.” Cindy greeted.

“Good morning?” I greeted back.

“What’s good about it?” she asked without expecting an answer, “What took you so long, by the way?”

She got inside the car.

“Just decided to give Mina a little visit.”

“Obviously.” she rolled her eyes, “Nice shirt.”

“Oh shit!” I said, quickly realizing that I was covered in tiger fur.

I opened the glove compartment, produced my lint roller and cleaned myself up.

“It’s all over your car too.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry baby.” I said to my car while soothing it with my touch.

“Baby? Seriously?”

“Shh! You’ll hurt her feelings.” I warned.

“Oh God…” she whispered audibly.

“Hahahaha! Let’s go?”

“Yes! Let’s!” she anwered impatiently.

While on our way to school, I suddenly wondered, “What’s bothering you Deedee? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well, there was an extra number of hate messages about me on the Internet today.” she said seriously.

“I thought you were already used to those stuff?”

“Yeah. Well, sometimes it gets me, though.”

“Uh huh. What were they about?”

“About the fight I got into yesterday. The previous fights I’ve had. The way I dress. About my hair.” the list went on. “The usual stuff, really.”

I turned towards the main street to our school, went inside and parked my car.

“But what really got me was when one girl questioned our friendship.” she faced me. “She said something like ‘Why are you even hanging out with him? He’s totally way out of your league. You should go hang out with the dweebs.’ Or something.” she quoted in a girly voice.

“She said ‘dweebs’?” I asked.

“Like totes.” she continued with her girly voice.

I sniggered.

“So yeah, that’s what’s been bothering me.” she ended.

“You know, you shouldn’t mind these dimwits.They barely know what the two of us have been been through. Together. For most of our freaking lives!”

“You should stop paying attention to these dumbasses. Much less read their irrelevant rants”

“Yeah, I think I should. But what they said made me think about what our friendship would really lead us to.” she said.

“Lou, I think maybe… I really… I think I—“

The bell rang.

“That’s our call.” I said.

We went out of the car and went straight to class. I was surprised that Deedee was awfully quiet for most of the day when she should be arguing with the teachers. Even the teachers were expecting her to randomly point out an argumentative subject that would, in all probability, put an end to their career. Lucky for them, she didn’t.