She's Nobody

She's Nobody: 2

*Chapter Two*

After everyone left last night I discovered some things. Such as that the annoying blonde has a name, and that it's Vega. Which is a really weird name now that I think about it. I also learned that all the people there were my new neighbors, so apparently the neighborhood has multiplied itself by fifty since the last time I lived here. I also learned that Stacy isn't as jerky as her brother. My hand reaches up to touch my bare shoulder, touching the place where she had the night before.

"Lily? It's nice to see you again."

I also met my Uncle Mark. And my cousins. Apparently Aunt Nicole's life hadn't stopped when we were in New York. That bothers me.

I mean he was nice and stuff. He helped me lug all my suitcases into the house and up to my room. He didn't talk much though, not that I gave him the chance. No, after the door shut on the last of the people, I immediately clammed up.

"Lily? I would like you to meet your uncle, Mark, and your cousins Rebecca and Owen. They're twins, and they are nine."

They hugged me. I stood there. They chatted. I stood there. Finally Mark saved me by suggesting I got settled in. We went out and carried in suitcase after suitcase, into the entry way, up the stairs, down the hall, last room on the right. After everything was in there I nodded at Mark, before shutting and locking the door.

The room they gave me was the one I used to stay in before, if ever my parents' work took them out of town overnight.   It was large, yet smaller than my old one, comfy, unchanged. It had its own bathroom, which was nice. But what was really nice was the window that was just opposite the toilet.

I discovered the window this morning.

This morning I woke up, still in my maxi dress, with the make-up I had put on last night smeared across my face. Quickly I deduced that I needed a shower, a plan, and--I glanced at the clock and cringed--more sleep.

So I had done just that. I had gotten up, grabbed my toiletries bag, and padded into the attached bathroom. I had pulled down the blind on this oh-so-sacred window, stripped down, and I showered. It was a long shower; my fingers were still pruned even now.

But that's not the point.

The point is, that after my fingers fumbled for the knob, I shut off the water and reached for the towels, which I had found under the sink. I wrapped my hair up and pulled one around my body tightly. I pushed back the curtain and stepped out, the cold air making me gasp. I then turned, and started walking to the door. It was then that I heard, just as I walked past the window, the dull thunk that I instantly recognized.

And that is why, twenty minutes later, I am sitting on the tank of the toilet, my feet resting on the closed lid, with the blinds raised just enough that I could watch my former friend and current neighbor shoot some basketballs at the hoop hanging above his garage doors.

Shirtless.

Because stalking is something that Nobody does.

I sigh and rest my elbows on my knees, placing my head in my hands.  Nothing like early, and I mean early, morning staring to make you think.

I decided quickly that I was not, not, doing this because of any physical attraction to Blane.  Not to say that he wasn’t attractive, because he was.  But I felt nothing but emptiness as I watched the ball swish through the hoop time and time again.  That made me wonder, too.  I mean, there was no doubt at all that he was good.  Since I had been watching he had done nothing but make every single shot, no matter how complicated he made it.  But he kept going. 

And going.

And going.

I tugged on the corner of my towel, suddenly frustrated again.  He was an arrogant, stupid, shit-faced – Somebody.  There is no doubting that.  Blane may be a jerk, but he is definitely a Somebody. 

I scratched the back of my leg and furrowed my brow in thought.  I wasn’t exactly sure why what Blane had said had bothered me so  much.  Perhaps it’s because I hadn’t expected it.  I didn’t think he would come running back into my arms, screaming “LILY!” as we jumped and hugged and laughed, but I also didn’t think he would have blossomed into a good-looking, overrated, dirt bag.  But then again, maybe it’s because I knew he was right.  I was Nobody.  Always was, always will be.

I stood up and hopped off the toilet, my feet hitting the floor with a soft thump.  I turned to stare at the full-length mirror on the back of the door.  Cringing, I let both towels fall.

My hair is long and curled into ringlets, which makes it a bitch to straighten.  It’s brown, just your basic brown.  No chocolate-with-golden-highlights crap.  Brown.

My eyes are big, and green, which is unusual I guess, but in actuality, they are just plain grass green.  Not bright.  Not mysterious.  Grass.

I have a small nose, plump lips.  A few freckles.

I’m thin, I guess, but my stomach isn’t completely flat, especially not when I eat too much.  My thighs are thick, but with muscle, thanks to my dedication to soccer.  I’m what grandmothers would look at and say, “Well, isn’t she a healthy young girl?”

I’m tall.  That’s unique, right?

My breasts are there.  I’m not flat.  I’m just not well-endowed.

I have a great ass though.

Truth is, it’s easy to forget about me.  I’m not insanely beautiful, or crazy ugly.  I’m not the best artist, but I can draw.  I’m good at soccer, but I don’t score the most goals.  I’m not the fastest, but I keep up.  I have average friends, just the right amount too.  I get invited to the normal amount of parties, but I don’t party-hard.  I’m not quiet, but I’m not loud.  I’m not the smartest, but I get in advanced classes.

I’m easily overlooked.

Not only by my classmates, but by my nannies, teachers, waiting-room secretaries.  By parents as well, though I guess it’s hard to count them, seeing as they were rarely home.  Or…never home.

I’m easily forgotten.

Maybe that’s because you never let anyone in, says the voice in the back of my head that sounds just like my mom.

Or, maybe that’s because I don’t want to stand out, I snap back.

BAM!

My head snaps back to the window, and I drop to my knees, crawling over so just my eyes can peek out.  Outside, Blane is on the ground with his head in hands, clearly frustrated. Good.  I jump back up, and happily walk back into my room, deciding that I should probably get dressed for the day.

It’s sure to be a long one.

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