Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Anastasia Eight

Anastasia Eight

Anastasia hated being stared at. She hated being center of attention and at the moment, everybody was staring at the petite brunette. Word had gotten around school that Anastasia had been the reason why Ford and Azeala had broken up and pretty soon everybody glared at the dark haired gal as she walked down the hall.

She didn’t want to be at school; in fact, she didn’t even want to be in the city. But Ana wasn’t one to run away from her problems or hide from people when they disliked her.

So Ana walked with her head held high and ignored the nasty glares the girls were giving her, and the sly winks the boys gave her. Jonah however wasn’t able to ignore the glares and the stares people gave Anastasia.

“You need to stop,” Ana nudged Jonah at lunch. The both of them sat in the quad, eating their lunch. The lingering stares of the rest of their peers irked Jonah. He didn’t understand why they just didn’t mind their own business.

“I would,” Jonah grumbled and then raised his voice, “If they learned to mind their own fucking business!”

Anastasia smacked Jonah across the chest and stole a few of his fries, “Ignore them.”

“They keep staring,” he grumbled.

“Because according to Azeala I fucked her boyfriend,” Ana said, “Which I didn’t.”

Jonah didn’t reply, instead he reached for his PowerAde, “You kissed him.”

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” Ana glared.

“Everybody knew he had a girlfriend,”

“Well I didn’t. I thought we were over this, Jonah.”

“We are,”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it, Jonah.” Ana snapped as she pushed her tray away and stood. Anastasia was annoyed with Jonah. Ever since he found out she had made out with Ford, he had been grouchy and brought it up whenever he saw the opportunity to bring it up.

“Where are you going?” Jonah called after Anastasia as she stood from the table and walked towards the school.

Ana sighed and glanced over her shoulder, “Too pee!” she threw over her shoulder as she strutted towards the school doors.

Anastasia bowed her head as she walked into the school. She started towards the bathrooms that were down the hall from the cafeteria and entered. They were empty and for that she was grateful. She hated peeing when others were around.

Just as she finished her business, she heard the bathroom door open and then heels clacked against the tile flooring. A loud sigh escaped the mystery person. It was then followed by a sniffle and the sound of a zipper open.

Anastasia sighed as she buttoned her jeans and fixed her blouse. She unlocked the stall and pulled open the door and stopped just as her eyes clashed with a pair of wet blue eyes with recently applied eyeliner and mascara.

Mentally cursing, Anastasia clicked her tongue, and walked out of the stall. She ignored Azeala’s narrowed eyes as Ana’s boots clicked against the bathroom tile. The dark haired girl turned the water faucet on and reached for soup dispenser. As she washed her hands, Azeala fixed her blonde hair and cleared her throat as she stuffed her make-up bag into her purse, hitched it onto her shoulder and shoved past Anastasia.

Anastasia regretted kissing Ford. She regretted hurting Azeala. And she knew it was going to take a lot more than a simple ‘I’m sorry’ to fix things between the two soon to be sister’s.