Perfect Imperfections

Chapter 2

               You don't know struggles until you're as tiny as I am and wake up to your 5'7 ft best friend asleep on top of you. And because I knew she slept like the dead all I could do was roughly shove her off me. Well at least it felt rough to me, she merely rolled unto the other side of the bed hugging her monkey. The curtains were still closed indicating it wasn't six am as yet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I looked over at Lia who currently took up three-forths of the bed. She looked so peaceful with a little drool going down the corner of her mouth. The opposite of how she looked the first time I met her.

It was in the first year of college, about three months in when I was sitting by the gazebo closest to my dorm. Normally, I'd go to class then go back to my room, unless I had to get something to eat because unlike my roommate, I spent majority of my time in our room. On this day, however, I had no class and decided that the weather was nice enough for me to go out and take in a little fresh air. So here I was reading the book I'd bought the day before on human behavior because we are simple just an intruiging species.

Take for instance the girl who just practically flung her bag down and huffed as she sat across from me. She had that typical mean bitch look with her low cut tank top, jeans skirt that stopped at her mid thigh and brown boots with fur around the ankles. Her hair was done in a messy bun and she wore little makeup. But there were just certain things about her that said she probably wasn't a bitch. Like her brows that furrowed as she concentrated on what she was reading or her boots that were two different shades of brown, as if she was in a hurry and couldn't find one of the other. Either she did it on purpose or simply didn't care because they were proudly perched on the table, with her legs crossed at her ankle. Her hair was way too messy and looking closely I spotted two pencils hiding in there. While others would have hid them, her open glasses case was resting on top of her bag as she read and despite her attire, she sneered and glared at anyone who lingered a millisecond too long.

While I was observing this girl, my book stopper flew out of my grasp and fell in front of a girl walking by. Jessie, she was in my psychology class I realized. She looked at it and simply ignored it as she continued walking with her friends. At that moment the girl across from me took down her feet from the table, almost kicking Jessie in the process, as she rose to pick it up. Jessie, who had stopped to avoid being kicked, still stood there as if waiting for an apology even I knew wasn't going to come.

"I really hope you're not waiting for an apology," she said looking Jessie in the eyes, "Keep moving bitch."

Without waiting for a response she turned her back to Jessie who stormed away.

"Here ya go, doe eyes," she handed the book stopper to me.

I whispered thanks and she grinned and went back to her seat. Tilting my head I remember thinking that she was quite odd. She looked up and caught me staring, embarrassed, I continued reading and didn't stop until a hand suddenly appeared between my face and the book.

"Alia Lockhart."

Slowly placing down the book I hesitantly shook her hand.

"Amelia Hart." I replied softly. She grinned picking up my book.

"We've been here for a while now. You must be starving, I know I am. Let's go."

I was so confused. Frowning I said nothing and just stared at her.

"You're so damn adorable," she gushed, "Come now, this stomach isn't going to feed itself."

As we walked to the little diner close by she said nothing about the pace at which we went. She even went as far as to link our arms and glared at anyone who looked at me too long. And we've been inseparable since.