Not So Different

Ch. 11

Chapter 11: best friend meets new friend

It wasn't easy to get out of bed come Monday morning, because I didn't have a motivation anymore but I survived. And even though I wouldn't admit it to anybody, what happened three days ago was still dragging me down. Now I was at school in front of my locker, listening to the ever talkative Yvainne. "Where were you on Friday?"

Knowing her, she was probably dying of curiosity of where her good girl best friend would go, skipping school in the process – something that was rarely done after the thing with her parents. But I had a bad day, and I think I deserve a break after what happened.

"Out with Ray," I answered straightforwardly and bluntly.

"Oh okay, with Rae," she laughed like I just told her a joke. "Real funny, friend. Are you so lonely that you went out with yourself? You could've called me and I'd have gladly ditched with you."

I scoffed, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "No, silly. With Ray," I emphasized so that she got what I was saying without having for me to repeat again.

"Wait what? Ray Sterling? That Ray?" she asked, the look on her face was pure disbelief.

I nodded solemnly. "The one and only."

"Since when were you two on speaking terms?" she asked, and I could see the wheels in her head spinning, searching for an answer she didn't have. Sometimes she underestimates me.

"About a week now," I shrugged nonchalantly, smiling sheepishly when she glared at me. I could already guess the reason for her wrath.

"A week?! And you didn't tell me?" she screeched, now really glaring at me. I was actually scared for myself with the way she was staring at me, like she wanted to eat me alive.

"Was I supposed to?"

The moment I said that was when I knew it was the wrong thing to say, because her glare intensified. I didn't know why I felt guilty at all, it wasn't like I did something unforgivable.

"Uh, yes?" Yvainne said in a know-it-all voice. "You know how obsessed I am with him. Have you introduced me yet?" she asked almost accusingly, like she already knew the answer, "you better have, little bitch, or else you and I aren't friends anymore."

How was I supposed to break it to her that I indeed haven't? She would actually kill me and stuff me in a bag, then sell my organs in the black market. Oh, what I would do to have a not psycho best friend. "Uh..."

"The nerve of you!" she exclaimed, and the threat in her eyes proved to me my theory. I was going to die, for real.

"Sorry?" I tried to lessen the damage. Maybe she would be nice and spare me, given that I was her best friend and all, that and she loves me and couldn't live without me. Well, I hope she did enough to have mercy on me.

"Whatever," scoffed Yvainne, huffing like she was disappointed in me. "I have officially retired as the position of your best friend, I don't care. I can't believe this, after everything we've been through, you just let it all go to waste like that."

I knew she was just being dramatic now. I played along, "come on, Yv, don't be like that," I tapped her on the arm and she looked at me from under her lashes. "I'll be better from now on. I'll do whatever you want, just name it and it's done."

Her eyes soften before it went back. "The damage is already done," she crossed her arms and turned away from me, busying herself with arranging her locker. From my angle, the tip in the corner of her mouth was visible.

"I said I was sorry."

She shook her head, "apology not accepted, but you know what you have to do to earn it," she said it in a way that has no room for argument. I bowed my head.