Rhea's POV (continued)
"Hey babe." Daniel plants a sloppy kiss on Rachel's lemon crusted lips. "God, this day couldn't have gone any slower, it was the worst." He whines needlessly, licking the flavour from his mouth.
Only a few seconds ago she was raving on about how valuable Tash and Lucinda's Drama exercises were, but in her boyfriends presence she groans. "Exactly, it was diabolical."
Thankful for their departure I follow the maze like setup of the school once out of the boiling hall. Outside is a fraction worse heat wise as I make for the train station to meet Demi. "I'm catching the train back, what about you?" Ash takes a selfie, posting the effortless picture on her Instagram with the hashtag 'natural beauty'.
Sometimes I wonder why I surround myself with these people. Not that their bad or anything, just extremely... dull.
"Actually Demi's driving me, for the rest of this week it's me and her for pick up and drop off." Ash winces understanding the issue Demi and I face attempting to form a connection despite being step-sisters.
"What are those trips like?" She takes more images of our surroundings, adding them to her Snapchat story. "They last an eternity because we're both to stubborn to start anything. It's an endless waiting game."
"Sounds crap." She says sympathetically. As an only child I doubt she could relate but I appreciate the support. "That's putting it nicely."
I can make out Demi's intense ginger hair as she makes for her car without considering to wait for me, "See ya tomorrow, Rhea." Ash and I share a half hug before she jogs ahead to join those boarding the train.
"Don't hate, I'm crap at accents." Jayden shoves Jordan who veers off course momentarily then takes the gap to shoulder charge him. The animated way they talk makes me want to join in, "You sound too gay, it's like, hah-loh not hay-lo."
"Hah-loh. Halo." He repeats as per her instruction. She does one of those hmm-not-bad facial expressions, "That's pretty good. Convincing."
I stroll a considerable length behind them, pretending to text someone on my phone. "Do I sound woggy enough?" He tests many pitches and accents while saying the word.
That's the kind of bond I want with Demi. To be best friends and feel comfortable to turn to her as a sisterly confidant. I barely know anything about her since she moved here from Dads place up in Ireland. She attracts all the attention being an exotic redhead from another country, her thick accent doesn't help the situation. Everyone looks at her the same way Jordan did during today's lesson.
Ugh.
"What about you, huh? I said something in Bosnian, now you say something in French." Jayden sighs deep in thought, mouthing foreign words until he decides on a phrase.
Bosnian, huh? I always pegged her for a European relation. Must be the light eyes and dark hair. "Les incompetents—Ay!" She sprays water on his already moisture-laden shirt. "Stop people are gonna think I have a drinking problem." He protests.
"Calm down, its so hot out you'll dry up in no time and don't think I didn't notice you quoted Home Alone." I noticed also, grinning at my locked phone screen like an idiot.
The sun beats down on us, interrupted by the sparse tendrils of tree branches which do jack all to alleviate the burning rays. "Check this out." Jordan arms herself with an aqua spray bottle, squeezing the handle to sprinkle droplets of water on her pink skin, preceding a sunburn.
"That's divine, wow." Jay says showering himself in the mist, some lingering particles reach me in their path. "Rhea." The bottle is tossed toward me, I catch it, quick to pocket my phone. "Pass it on." Jordan says circling her fingers to symbolise continuity, walking backwards.
I douse myself in the refreshing liquid, "Thanks." Adding a final coat I hand it to the student behind me, "Pass it on." I repeat. They do.
"You're mum picking you up?" Jayden asks fiddling with the clasp of his beaded bracelet. "Nah, my brother this time but I feel sorry for them. More my mum than Rick," she adds as a side note, "It's really out of their way and they're threatening me with paying for gas."
He makes a, "Ssss ooof." sound similar to a fry pan cooking poached eggs. "Yep." We turn the only corner between the school and train station when the craziest —yet most genius— idea crosses my mind.
"There she is." Jordan nods to a silver four wheeled drive, "I hope she's got the air con on." They trudge down the slightly lopsided slope, I'm practically in their shadow when she reaches her mum's car.
"Halo, Ms Jaksen." Jayden waves to the middle aged woman, who looks up from wiping her sunglasses lens, putting them on she replies, "Halo, how are you Jayden?"
"Yeah I'm good, but I wish this cold would go away." He jokes, dabbing sweat from his hairline. "You're a comedian," She mocks in annoyance, Jordan slides into the passenger seat, angling the air con vents directly on her. "I can't wait for summer to end." Her mother adds.
"Well, it was good to see you Ms Jaksen."
"You too, Jay, take care." The engine ignites and the courage pushing me to communicate my idea to Jordan dissipates. "Rhea, here's your spray bottle."
I take the plastic container by the neck, "Oh no, it's not mine it's..." Maybe there's still hope, I have a valid reason to talk to her. Should I?
Oh, what the hell? Now is as good a time as any.
"Jordan!"
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Teen FictionMeet Spooky or more commonly known as, 'the over involved Lesbian', 'Spooky scary skeletons' and 'JJ'. Doesn't matter what you call her, she's still gay. You've heard all those stories surrounding closeted gays who suffer in silence, hiding their se...
