Unspoken Love

~Dinah Jane~

When I moved to California the last thing I expected was to make friends. More or less be dragged into a romantic love story that only happened in the movies. Id say books but Id never know because I dont like reading. Nothing except Twilight. Even then its movies over books.

When I got to my house I sat on the porch. One of those houses with a huge front deck and a little swing. A beaten up screen door and a huge inteiror. Yet it didnt matter. It wasnt like good old Arizona. Where I lived there wasnt so much going on. In fact it was a reserved part of the place where my mom worked as an archeloligist. My dad was taking a job in California and it was somewhat depressingg for it to seem like your parents are divorced but they arent.

Yes my mom didnt come with us. Stubborn as a mule. My dad likes to say I am as well. And I guess you could say that. With me sitting out on the deck in my watermelon crop top, a sweat shirt wrapped around my ripped highwaisted jean shorts. I watched as people laughed and had fun.

All except one girl. A girl with cancer. She had her oxygen tank beside her as she sat on the bench. The beach wasnt far from my house and the ocean was just a wavey blue line. A road sat seperating my house and the white sand. The girl sat on one of those sidelining benches youd expect to find a hobo on.

She had long brown hair that blew in the breeze. Her eyes were bright and full of wonder. One person who didnt look like cancer had taken their everything. She had chubby little cheeks and full rosy lips. Wearing one of those school girl outifits. A danity little skirt and a shirt with a collar.

The girl noticed me staring and she smiled and waved me over. I groaned but stood anyway and went to sit next to her. As I was I hit a girl in the shoulder. When she turned around her eyes were dark and evil. Concealing. She wore a black wavey t-shirt expousing a sweet 8pack. Her shorts were tight and a size or 2 too small. They were more a faded grey. She had a cigarette in her mouth, unlit.

""Watch where your going." She snapped. Her lips were dark and her hair was blowing slightly in the wind. Dark but lighted at the end with highlights.

"Sorry, geeze, maybe you should start thinking about your actions. Especially smoking." I add nodding toward the girl on the bench who sat quietly a few feet from us.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Its a metaphor. Not like you read."

"And you do?"

She nods. "Something to take me away from this god forsaken world and the people in it." Her eyes drank in every detail of my body.

"Why dont you stop being so judgemental and full of yourself?" I snap.

"Whats your name?"

"Dinah Jane."

"Well Dinah Jane, why dont you go have fun with little cancer over here? Shes going to die soon, may as well make her last month or so worth it."

The girl moves away and purposely hits shoulder to shoulder with me. Whistling as she walks, her perfect figure swaying.

I sit down beside the girl on the bench.

"Im sorry about Normani." She says sheepishly.

"Thats her name?"

She nods. "Im Camila. Normani is a badass and I wouldnt get involved with her. She has no parents to tame her, no siblings either, and has been kicked out of more schools than anyone heard of."

I laugh. "Im not scared."

"Didnt you just move here?"

I nod.

"Explains it all." Camila says. "Welcome to California. Where we have badasses who threaten people everyday and people with cancer sit on benches."

"Your nice." I say.

"Thank you." She says blushing, no longer meeting my eye.

That was the first day. Probably one of the best. Camila was nice and we sat on the bench talking til dusk. When the day came for school though I was reminded the way things really were. She wouldnt be there and I was not one to make friends.

When I walked through the halls people stared. I didnt care but it felt weird being the center of attention. And it only got worse. Normani Kordei, as Id been informed by Camila was her full name, strode down the halls. Beside her a girl with bright green eyes followed slightly behind, sucking on a cherry lolipop.

And we all knew I had the luck of Normani stopping right at my locker. I moved to the side and leaned against the locker beside mine. She had a cigarette inbetween her teeth. Eyeing me. I watched as she folded her arms, outlined in muscle, and leaned to the side.

"Yes?"

"Your blocking my locker." She said impatiently.

"Oh, sorry." I say blushing and moving.

Normani opens the locker and takes out a ratty notebook. Lauren looks at me. "What are you starring at?"

"I- umm..."

Lauren waits til Normani leaves for class before turning back to me. "Listen, Normani Kordei runs the school and we all know your the new girl. Being gay or bi isnt a big deal, but if youve fallen for her... your already toast."

I laugh. "Her? Who would fall..."

My voice dies down. Normani has attracted the attention of quite a few guys and girls as shes walking. I watch her hair float behind her. Lauren catches my look.

"Do yourself a favor, stay away from her."

Yet even as Laurens words echoed in my head, my heart found itself torn. I wanted to find out more about Normani. And yet I wanted to go home and talk to Camila on the phone all day. Even as I thought about the two, my heart pounded.

This would be a long year.