Den was sound asleep beside me, but I was still up at 3:27 am, staring blankly at the ceiling. For some reason, I kept thinking about Lia rushing to the bathroom and throwing up. Was she sick? Did she eat something? I wouldn't know, because she left the house for the doctor right after, leaving half her red velvet and cream cheese frosted cupcake abandoned. I just sat there, alone and wondering what just went on in front of me. And when Lia got home one and a half hours later, she went strait to bed.
I looked over at my clock, 3:32 am.Suddenly, I heard her in the bathroom again, crying and vomiting. I wanted to get up and help her, but the thought of vomit made me gag. So I just tried to ignore it and closed my eyes to fall into a deep, deep sleep.
"Do you even have any friends? You always sit alone and just looking at you makes me feel depressed."
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself and keep in all the rage building up inside of me.
"What's wrong with your hair? Did it get a disease or something?" Pieces of my hair were being tossed in front of my face.
I clenched my jaw. I was about to lose it, when suddenly a voice from across the bus aisle said, "Hey, no one likes bullies, so just back off, man."
I opened my eyes and unclenched my jaw. The girls behind me went quiet and sat down in their rightful spots. I sighed of relief.
"Hey, you." The boy across the aisle said a few minutes later. I didn't know if he was talking to me, so I just sat still. "Hey, I'm talking to you." He leaned over and poked my shoulder. I gathered enough courage to look over. His name popped in my head when I laid eyes on him: Dylan. He was is my homeroom. As soon as I realized I was staring at him for a while, he said, "What? I'm not gunna bite." He gave a smile. I think he was intending I sit by him. So I looked around to make sure no snitches would catch me, and I hopped from a warm seat to a cold one.
"What's you're name?" He said.
"Uh, Bethany. But I go by Beth."
"Hey Beth, I'm Dylan." He put out his hand. I shook it hesitantly. I feel like that was the official ceremony to our new friendship.
"So, what's the story with your hair?" He asked. I looked over at it and combed my hands through it.
"Oh... Um, well, it was last year when I dyed it. I decided on blonde because, well, what girl with natural brown hair won't dye their hair blonde? And red tips because I think it looks nice with blonde, and it's my favorite color." I said. He seemed to be interested in every word I said, even though I was babbling. This was so weird, I've never had this long of a conversation with anyone besides Lia and my dad in a while. And the fact that he asked me to sit by him was mind blowing to me.
"Well, it's obvious you like to talk; I didn't need that much of a backstory. But it's nice to know." He gave a half smile, which made me do the same. I never really experienced the feeling of 'butterflies in your stomach', but now I know.
"So, where you born in New York?" He asked. It seemed like he was trying to somehow, uncommonly, hit on me. In his own way.
"Um, no. I moved here two years ago with my dad."
"Why?"
I paused for a moment, then replied with, "My parents divorced." I looked down. For some reason I was ashamed about it, as if I caused it. He took even a longer pause.
"Well, I'm glad you stayed with your dad; you seem like my kind of person." He said as he tried to contain a smile. I felt myself blush.
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That Girl
Teen FictionBethany thought nothing could get better. No one noticed the shy girl in the corner, they were too busy living their own lives. Until someone steps in and turns her life around. She thinks they are everything she's wanted, until a huge mistake that...