Going Nowhere

Troublemaker - 6

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Excuse the mistakes

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“Bridget, I’m sorry.”

I looked up from my science worksheet, which I’d furiously been finishing before the morning meeting, and I saw Teagan closing the door of our room. She was clad in a towel, since she’d just returned from the showers, and she had a very apologetic, wide-eyed expression on her face.

All last night, while Teagan and I were in the room together, there had been this tense I-think-I –should-apologize-but-I’m-still mad vibe going on between the two of us. Eventually, we’d just gone to bed, but I think I can speak for Teagan when I say that we didn’t have the greatest feeling as we’d fallen asleep.

“Despite any reservations I have about Dustin,” Teagan continued as she walked across the room and leaned against her bed across from me, “It’s your life, and I have no right to tell you who you should and shouldn’t hang out with. That’s not my place, nor Kyla’s, and I’m sorry.”

“Thanks Teagan,” I replied with a genuine smile, “I’m sorry I got a little dramatic at lunch about the whole situation.”

“I probably would’ve done the same thing, to be honest,” Teagan said with a shrug, and we both laughed. I’m glad that we made up because fighting with possible friends wasn’t a smart thing to do when you were hours away from home.

I quickly finished balancing the chemistry equation, and then I shoved the worksheet into the folder I’d dedicated to chemistry. It was already stuffed with handouts after one day, like all my other folders and binders. Apparently, teachers didn’t think that giving the new kid a couple days to adjust was a good idea, since I’d been slammed with work immediately.

I sifted around in my dresser drawers and changed out of my pajamas into a pair of gray skinny jeans and a tank top with a print on it that looked like a purple galaxy. I pulled my hair out of the bun I’d pulled it into last night after my shower, and it swung gown my shoulders in semi-wavy tendrils.

After slipping on some gladiator sandals, I packed my backpack with my school supplies, and then I glanced over at Teagan. She had on a black and red plaid skirt with a white v-neck, and her curly dark hair was free and bouncy. I opened my mouth to ask if she was ready to go, but there was a knock at our door.

I crossed the room and yanked open the door to find Kyla standing there. “Did Teagan apologize yet?” she asked, bypassing a greeting.

“For myself,” Teagan replied, and Kyla glared at Teagan for a moment before returning her attention to me.

“Bridget, I’m really sorry about what I said yesterday,” She said, “It wasn’t my place.”

“I accept your apology,” I replied with a smile, “and I owe you an apology for being a bitch about it.”

“So you’re not mad at us anymore?” Kyla asked, and I shook my head.

“I wasn’t mad at you twenty minutes after I left the lunch room,” I stated honestly, “I mean, I was frustrated, but not angry.”

“Oh good!” Kyla exclaimed, and her lips spread into a giant grin. “Now, you bitches need to hurry up so we’re not late for the morning meeting!”

“We’re coming,” Teagan muttered as I quickly grabbed my backpack from the top of my bed. Teagan and I followed Kyla out of our room, and I shut the door and locked it behind us. We hopped down the stairs and out the front door of the Bristol. However, just as I started to walk down the path towards the Great Hall, I heard someone call my name from behind me.