I adjust my backpack as I walk down my driveway, waiting for the guys to get here.
It's been like this for the past three days. They pick me up, we go to school, we go our separate ways since our classes are apart, sit together at lunch, more classes, then leave together.
Although I still hardly talk, they insist on driving me. Though I have to admit, I do talk a bit more than I did at first, but only to them.
I look up from my white converse as they pull up in front of me. I get inside the car, buckling my seatbelt. I don't want the same thing that happened Monday to happen again, so I've been making sure to wear my seatbelt.
"Hey, Dani!" James greets me with a warm smile.
"Hi." I reply.
I glance at Justin, who is texting on his phone. He does this a lot actually.
"Hi, Justin." I speak.
"Hey." He mumbles in response. His eyebrows are furrowed as he concentrates on whatever he is typing.
The burning feeling on my arm still hasn't stopped since last night. I shut my eyes as I recall what happened.
I remember coming home. I was completely fine. That was until I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how much pain I deserve to endure.
I lay my hand over my jacket sleeve. It only makes the burning sensation worse, but that's what I need.
Great, now you're learning.
I open my eyes, looking at the boys. Justin looks frustrated, but now that I think about it.. he's always like that.
James is just himself, happy.
I don't understand how he can do that so easily. He's just... happy.
Because he deserves to be happy, unlike you do. He's a good person, way better than you.
I bend over, resting my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. My fingers entangle in my newly-dyed hair.
"You okay?"
I raise my head to see Justin turned around in his seat, peering back at me with concerned, forest green eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reassure him.
"Are you su-"
He's cut off by the blaring ringtone from his phone.
He groans before turning around to answer the call.
"What now?" He snaps into the speaker.
We pull up to the school and as we park, James glances at me with a knowing look. We both roll our eyes before stepping out of the car, leaving Justin to talk to his girlfriend.
We don't know much about her except for the little bits and pieces Justin has told us.
We know her name's Ashley, she's from his old town, she's a cheerleader, and she's constantly trying to talk to him in fears of him cheating on her if she doesn't.
"I think he should just do himself a favor and dump her." James says as we walk towards the school building.
"He should do whatever makes him happy."
"Does he look happy to you?" He asks me.
I pause, looking back to the car. Justin's making hand gestures and facial expressions that obviously show his agitation.
"No, not really." I reply, turning back around.
"Exactly, so he should dump her. He's only happy when he's with his best friends, us. He doesn't need a girl."
