Beautiful Curves

Unknown Feelings

Mackenzie's POV

I have absolutely no idea why I hugged her. I'm assuming that I was so happy that she actually forgave me that I got caught up in the moment. Yet, that still doesn't really explain much. She felt as stiff as a board when I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Not even five seconds later, I was thrown to the floor. I looked up and saw Sarai backing away slowly, her arms around her waist. Knowing that I had just possibly fucked up my chances of forgiveness, I quickly stood back up and said sorry. I must've said it about ten times before she started laughing again. Well at least she isn't mad at me. After she had finished laughing, she took out her phone. The half smile that I managed to put on her face was replaced with a frown.

"Sorry I have to go." She grabbed her bag and proceeded to the door.

"Wait. Do you want me to drive you home?" She turned around and shook her head.

"That's alright. I'll manage on my own. Thank you for the offer though." And with that she left. A small part of me felt disappointed that she said no, but I ignored it. My phone suddenly rang, shaking me from my thoughts. I looked at the caller ID and felt my eye twitch. Of course Heather was calling me. I hit the end call button and put my phone on mute, making my way out the school.

Sarai's POV

As soon as I made my way down the stairs, I bolted out the school. It was only 3:39, but leaving my mother alone set a bad feeling in my stomach. My brother was still there, but he only left his room at night. I decided to take the bus this time, seeing that it would take me a while to get home by foot.  Within 11 minutes, I was in front of my door. I made sure to fix my hair, which probably resembled a lion's mane by now, before unlocking the door. I saw my mom sitting on the couch and watching what appeared to be a soap opera. She looked at me and smiled.

"Hi sweety. I thought you said you'd be home late."

"Yeah well me and Miranda finished early so we figured it would be best to just go home." Thank God I remembered the lie I told her over the phone. If I had told her that I was actually playing the piano at school, she would question me because 1) I have a piano here and 2) I despise school.

"Oh OK Sarai. Would you like to watch this show with me?"

"Sure." I walked over to the couch with my bag, sat down, and started my homework while glancing a few times at the show. At about 5:00, my mom ordered a pizza for us. When it was delivered, my mother told me before I served myself to leave 2 slices for my brother. We both knew he wasn't going to eat it, but she still had hope that one day he would actually come out of his little cave and spend time with us. I finally finished my homework and was able to actually pay attention to the show my mother and I were watching. A couple hours passed and before I knew it, it was 9:00. My mom had fallen asleep on the couch, causing me to sigh.

I got up from my seat and carried her to her room. She was a lot lighter and a little shorter than me, so it wasn't that difficult. I layed her down on her bed, kissed her forehead, and made my way out the door. I then went to the bathroom to properly wash my hair. As I was scrubbing whatever dirt was left in it, my thoughts went back to when Mackenzie hugged me. I wrapped my arms around my waist and pinched at the fat folds that formed. I knew I shouldn't care if he felt those or not, but I couldn't help feel self-conscious. I thought to myself, 'Why must my mind be bombarded with bad thoughts whenever I'm either taking a shower or trying to sleep?'

I decided to just braid my hair for tonight instead of going through the process of trying to straighten it. Fuck it. Who am I impressing at school? I looked at my clock and saw that it was 11:00. That's only one of the bad things about having long hair, it takes a shit ton of time to wash. Mine was in layers, but it still ended slightly above my rear, so its still considered long. I yawned while getting underneath my blanket. Whenever my brother came home from his night escapades, he would stay in his room for about 3 days. These where the very rare times for me to actually get some shut eye. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.