Black Water

Is it the End of the World?!

I stretched out a long strand of hair and watched it bounce back. Did Trish expect me to stand by her locker all day? The bell was going to ring in five minutes. I sighed in irritation and spun around, my curls bouncing, as Trish and her clones walked alongside her laughing. Today was Trish's birthday and her birthday attire consisted of a jean jacket, a black crop top with white letters reading It's My Birthday! across it, black high waisted jeggings looped with a red belt, and red pumps on her feet. Her hair was different from yesterday; she took all her braids out and put in black extensions that went a little past her shoulders and as always her make up was on point.

Trish threw her arms around my neck and smiled when she saw the annoyed look on my face. "Thanks for waiting babe," she puckered her lips and kissed me three times on my cheek, leaving red lip prints. The annoyed look faded quickly and was replaced by a smile matching hers.

"Happy birthday Trish! How you feeling now that you're officially an adult?"

"I feel grown!" she shouted loud and proud.

I wiped the lip prints off my face and frowned as Christine pulled Trish away from me, "Trish your party is going to be so epic."

I couldn't stand any of Trish's friends and they barely tried to disguise their dislike for me either. They were all fake, the typical high school bitches who were ruled by the hbic, but I didn't like to think of Trish like that. She's been my best friend since freshmen year and even though it's only been two years we were still growing strong.

"Deeeee!" Trish squealed as Derek and his squad approached us.

Derek Statford was tall, 6'3 maybe, and very attractive. There wasn't a single person at our school who didn't know who he was. He was Trish Arnold's boyfriend, captain of the basketball team, and one of the finest boys in school. Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him.

Derek had approached us with a clean cut, his muscles bulging through his fresh white tee, black jeans, and red j's. He was quick to catch Trish when she jumped on him. Oh gosh, here it comes. She pressed her lips against his and drove further into his mouth before pulling on his bottom lip. I leaned against the lockers and stared down trying not to witness this daily scene. The lingering people in the hallway eyed them with envy. I didn't blame them, Derek and Trish had a been a power couple since middle school. They were meant for each other, the way he treated her was the way any girl wanted their man to treat them...like a queen.

"Damn Peaches," Derek laughed, "Happy birthday baby."

Mackenzie shot me a perverted look when I finally looked up. I scrunched up my face, although he did look good today I was nowhere near interested in him and we both knew that.

My heart jumped in my chest when the tardy bell rang. Damn, we were late once again. Mrs. Conant was definitely going to write us up for being late to her class again. I had already begun to walk off but when I didn't hear any motion behind me I turned back around. All of them stood there in the same spot, Trish with her arms wrapped around her boyfriend's neck, Christine now on her phone, and Mackenzie playing around with their other friends. They were truly a sight to see, they looked that good.

"Bye Patricia!" I shouted. They all stopped and looked back at me, especially Trish. Her eyes were wide with shock before she released her boyfriend and strutted her way towards me. "Are you stupid? Don't ever call me by that name!"

I laughed knowing how much she hated being called by her first name. Patricia. It didn't fit her character at all. Trish had flawless, smooth brown skin and a short petite body. She had curves and big breasts that she didn't mind flaunting. Her beautiful dark brown eyes were hypnotizing and innocent, yet she was far from innocent.