Confessions of a Bestfriend

Chapter 2 The New Guy

Chapter 2

As we walked up to the entrance of our school everyone stopped and stared at us. Well,actually its just Ericka they're noticing. It had always been like this since junior high. Some guys would whistle and howl as she passes by.

"Nice going there Ericka" this random guy said.

Ericka just perked up a smile at them and would leave them drooling over her. Who wouldn't? She had this Victoria Secret body that was accentuated by her fitted jeans.

As for me, I'm just Ericka's best friend or sidekick. I'm merely her shadow and not popular. Sometimes I am the wing girl every time a boy did not have the guts to ask her out.

Yep, that's why when Mark asked me out I was surprised and thankful that a guy finally noticed me. I instantly grabbed the chance of having a boyfriend. I loved him but I guess he did not feel the same way anymore.

"Hey babe what's up? I missed you hows your summer?" Tyler Collins said, Ericka's boyfriend.

He's one of the jocks, rich kid with awesome brown hair and hazel eyes. I kind of had a crush on him since the fourth grade but he's Ericka's property.

"I'm good babe I missed you too." Ericka said and they kissed passionately in front of me.

Ugh! It's so awkward for me so I bade them goodbye and told Ericka I'd meet her on our free period.

So I worked my way to my first class, English with Ms. Letterman. I hoped Mark's not my classmate or it would be hell. I scanned the room for any sign of him and unfortunately he's there sitting laid back sketching again. I remembered I loved his sketches. He's really an artist. He used to draw a portrait of me and I still hang it in my room. As you could see I still couldn't get over him. However, I couldn't forgive him. I pulled myself together and would just play it cool and pretend he did not exist.

I went for the empty seat away from him. Suddenly, this boy jumped right on it.

"Kill me now"I muttered in my head.

I could not believe that I'm going to sit next to Mark. I had no other choice there's no other seat.

"Oh man."

I sat quietly so he didn't notice that its me he's sitting next to. He lifted his head and we had an eye to eye contact for two seconds. I turned away and reached for my bag pretended he's not there but I could still feel his gaze, watching my every move.

"Aria... um how are you?" he said.

Wow he still had the guts to talk to me. What would I say? Just ignore him like Ericka told you.

"I'm good." or not. I thought to myself.

"Listen, I haven't got the chance to say I'm sorry. I am really sorry..." He apologized.

"You know what? Save it. I moved on your happy with her now. I get it. Okay?" I interrupted him and cocked my head forward.

Jerk.

I wanted the class to end but it took longer than expected that tortured me. I couldn't stand knowing he's only inches apart. I could feel this hard lump in my throat and I was about to cry. When the teacher announced the class was over I hurried myself out.

I was crying as I walked fast the corridors until I bumped into someone. "Ouch!" It was so hard that we fell down. I grabbed my things, said sorry and ran. I didn't even know who it was. I only heard his voice.

" Hey miss, you alright?"

I texted Ericka what had happened and told her I would be fine. I managed to get through the day keeping myself busy. Then in our Art class, my fave subject, there's this new guy that came to class. He introduced himself upfront.

"Um, my name is Zeke Dylan. I just transferred here." He said in a monotone voice.

I recognized his voice but I'm not sure. I thought he's the one that I bumped into. Then, he sat next to me. I pretended I did not met him before.

"You okay now?" He asked me.

"Huh? me?" I said.

"Yea, you were crying when I bumped into you." He said.

"Oh, that...its nothing." I implied.

"Looked serious to me. You sure?"He asked with a concerned face. I nodded intently and smiled.

After our last period I waited for Ericka at the entrance. I noticed the new guy, Zeke was preparing to hop on his Ducati motorcycle. He brushed his ruffled black hair as he put on his helmet. He looked bad ass with his black leather jacket on. I didn't know if I was just imagining it but I think he's looking back at me. So I jerked my head away instantly.

***

At night I reminisced all that had happened the first day of my senior year. Everyone still the same. The popular kids, which was composed of the elite, jocks, and cheerleaders, still ruled the campus. The middle class kids, well they're just there doing their normal boring lives. Lastly, the lowest class, known as the nerds and geeks. They stood out but not for fame. They were the ones who get bullied. Some of them were used to it and even managed to get high grades but most of them got depressed and just wanted to get out of high school.

I considered myself to be one of them. I did not fit in. I was unusual and deviant. In spite of my efforts to be approachable, I still could not be as good as my best friend. She's everything I'm not. I know that it's bad to compare yourself with others but I could not resist it.

She's even in a happier state than I am. I'm an epic fail when it comes to relationships. The last time I had it, it only went down in the drain. Flushed into the dark abyss of bitterness.

Mark meant the whole world to me. He made me normal and saw me when at times I was beginning to think that I was invisible. He showed me that I didn't need to be something just to be loved. I learned how to be content.

However, everything disappeared when he fell out of love. Up to this day, I never knew his true reasons behind it. It shattered my heart into pieces knowing he did not want to be with me anymore.

Ever since we broke up, I had been secretly drinking at night before I went to bed. That explained my headache this morning, but it's nothing serious. I'm not going to be an alcoholic. I just drink whenever the pain gets worse. It helped me to make my feelings numb.

This morning when I saw him again, I thought I would be brave enough. I thought I could take the pressure of seeing him again. Hence, I was wrong. Nothing could stop the hurt. I wished I could take this pain away. If I couldn't, I wished someone would.