I'm Bored

Bet!

There was Lucinda with Markus hooked to her side like a pin to cloth while Thomas, Henry and Fred watch from afar with pure jealousy radiating through them. Thomas a fit boy with long brown hair that cut only a few inches over his shoulders and bright blue eyes that looked more purple the longer you looked was dragged into the mess on accident. Fred a blonde boy with a pretty face, typical American love child that I wasted no time to describe as he is exactly how you would expect him to look, injected himself in the situation to feel important.

But Henry, Henry was different. He wasn't only pretty with his brown hair cut short and lively green eyes that complemented his brown skin, he was also Markus's best friend and he was the unfortunate one to actually fall for Lucinda.

It was obviously none of my business but the luxury of watching my ex-best friend screw up her life while I just idly watch from a sideline was the highlight of my life at that moment. It was that much more enjoyable when I found out I was the only one who knew of the situation that Lucinda had put herself in. Once upon a time I would have pulled some strings and got her out of her situation but her lies meant more to her than her morality.

"I can't wait to go to the Cabin again, I still can't believe your parents are allowing us to go alone," Lucinda chirped to Markus who just smiled and whispered something into her ear that made her giggle. Instantly my eyes went to the three boys who watched from behind, Fred and Thomas just rolled their eyes and walked off but Henry stayed and glared at the couple.

Again it wasn't any of my business but I couldn't help the laugh that rumbled my chest as it came out. Lucinda was full of herself and Markus was no better. Henry knew what would happen if Markus found out about Lucinda infidelity with him.

Lucinda didn't let my laugh go unnoticed as her head full of thick black hair shot up and looked at me. Her brown eyes blazed with anger that formed a glare that only bounced off my shoulder as I turned my back to her.

"Got something to say, Pedro?" I heard Lucinda's annoyingly natural high pitched voice echo throughout the hall. Markus muttered something to Lucinda about not letting me get the upper hand but Lucinda wanted the last word. "Nah, I'm done with this bitch always snickering under her breathe."

I finally turned and watched Lucinda in the face. Pretty girl, I never doubted that but her face was always a trap to people. Deceive them with her face then trapped them with her lies, a pretty good strategy that I was very much a part of right up to when she dragged one too many lies too far.

"What you gotta say Valetina?" Lucinda was so close to my face, so close to getting a taste of my knuckles to her chin or maybe square to the face and break her pretty little nose.

I could have told the crowd she had made for herself so many lies that she'd made up, so many things she'd done, so many people she'd hurt. I could just end it all right if part of me still didn't believe that a small part of my best friend was still in her. Ignoring her as she beat on her chest I took my books out my locker and turned my back to Lucinda.

"That's right walk away, just like you always do," she shout from behind me as I walked away. The words caused me to flinch a little but not enough for her or any of her peers to notice, just me and my undecided mind. Walking away was the best option and the only option when it came to right at that moment, one more strike and I'd be kicked out of the school most definitely.

So lost in my thoughts I didn't see the small hand shoot out and grabbed me by the forearm, I only felt when I was being pulled into an empty classroom and heard when the door was slammed behind me. Already on full alert I dropped my books and raised my fist ready to punch whoever it was that grabbed me.

The lights of the room flickered on and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was my sister in all her teacher looking glory. Her short curls that we both got from our mother was pulled into a tight small bun to the back of her head that brought all the attention to her beautiful face. Big deep-set blue eyes, a Nubian nose that shaped her lips to a plump pouty round shape; I wasn't ashamed to say I got little to none of her features but I was still beautiful in my own way.