Purple Tips (My New Escape)

Two

Only one thought in my head...this is going to be fun...

She looked scared, worried, surprised, in shock, but thankful? Do I even say anything to her? If I do, what do I even say?

I stand a little straighter. She moves her mouth trying to say something but nothing comes out. "What?" I asked sounding annoyed. She looks a little bit more relaxed now that I broke the silence. "You are awesome." She stated.

Awesome. That is a rare word I hear going towards me. From her eyes I might have been. I just fought her bully. All she did was slap her. But yet, she has done many other things to other people that she hasn't played for...kinda. Her family is rich and that makes me want to punch her even more. But I did. She got what she deserved. So maybe I am awesome.

"Thanks." I said plainly. She brushes her hair back out of her face. "Was that for me or for you?" She said.

Damn. I don't know? Its kinda both. "Both" I said.
"You have short answers." She replied in a smug way.

What's that supposed to mean? "And?" Oh wow she's right.

"Anyways, I just wanted to say thanks. It was really badass and no one has ever done that for me."

I looked at her for a bit. Ive never talked to her, I've never heard her talk, I don't know how to respond to her.

"What's your name?" I asked her. It wasn't really a question. It was more of a demand. "Lane. And yours?" She said. I'm not sure if I wanted to tell her. Its just a name. Its a bad one but that's not the problem. I don't want a friend. But I told her anyways. "Isabella" I said.

I instantly regretted it. Does she think we are gonna hang now? She better not.

And with that, I was making my way to the door. "Can I call you Izzy?" She asked. "No."

"Wanna hang?"

"No. Hang with your Friends."

"I don't have any"

I turn to her away from the door. "What? You think just because I stood up for myself and you that we are instantly gonna be friends? I stay alone."

"You don't have to." She said softly. I could tell she really wanted to be my friend. She looked lonely. I felt a little sorry but mostly annoyed. She comes towards me with a sharpie. She takes my arm and rolls up my sleeve.

"What- Hey! What are you..." I trailed off as I felt the cold ink hit my skin.

What is she doing?

I saw she was writing her number on my arm. She pulled away, smiled and left the bathroom with me watching her walk off.

It was a little weird but I just forcefully pulled down my sleeve and shook it off.

I walk to my car and drive off. I drive home. As I pull up into my driveway, I get the worst feeling. That feeling I get when I know something is gonna happen. The feeling of people staring at you. The feeling that you know what your fate is but don't want to believe it. I'm about to hear more lectures. What is my punishment going to be from them?

I pull up and park my car.
I hesitate to get out but I do. I push the door open and get out. I close the door quietly and try to sneak into the house without being seen or heard. But of course, my mom is in the kitchen smoking. I try to walk past her up the stairs. "Izzy." She said.

Shit.

I look at her. She motions me to come. I roll my eyes and walk to her slowly. "I heard from your school today." She didn't look pleased. "Just skip to my punishment. I don't want to hear a lecture." I said. What was I thinking saying that to my mom? I'm so dead. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill me.