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"What is your problem?!" I wiped away the water on my face as I straightened.
"I didn't scare you that bad, did I?" Romy stood in front of me laughing like a hyena. "Anyway, you deserve it. I hope you piss all over yourself in front of the entire school."
I knew she meant nothing harmful by the statement. Romy was the only person in the world who could say such things to me and get away with it.
"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head curiously. "Did I do something bad?"
"Oh, you know you've done Mai. Don't even pretend. 3 weeks without a single phone call or word. We attend the same school and everything. Yet, you've been avoiding me like an ex-boyfriend." I flinched as she pronounced the word 'ex-boyfriend'. "Aren't we supposed to be sisters?" She set her hands on her hips and shook her head in mock disappointment.
"Half-sisters." I reminded her once again. Romy only brought up the fact when she wanted information or pity. Yes, we shared a father, but we weren't really that close. In fact, our relationship could described better as close cousins. In the past our parents weren't on good terms. I was a product of her father's young escapades, an affair he had with my mother 17 years ago while Romy bloomed in her own mother's belly. Growing up under that knowledge and those circumstances had been difficult for me and Romy. But, eventually, we stopped sweating the insignificant stuff and became best friends.
"If you keep saying that, I really will believe it." She laughed. Romy was born with a natural high, confidence, and the smile of an angel. I'm not saying she acted the angelic part, but somehow she knew just when to work her smile.
We were complete opposites, even in terms of physical appearance. No one would ever mistake us for sisters. People often cried out in disbelief at the shocking news. She was a short, light skinned black person with dark oval eyes, a thin body like a supermodel, and dyed blonde hair. I was tall, dark chocolate with narrow brown eyes, a thicker build, and chin length brown hair. Both of us reflected our perspective mothers, even in personality.
"Lend me a ride home and I promise to catch you up on everything." I bargained. I wasn't one for smiles and small talk. Yet, I had so much to tell Romy. The whole Toby incident had sucked me dry of any time to catch up with any of my friends.
"Yea. You better." She laughed once again as we walked along. We slithered through the hallway like snakes, searching for every crevice in which to enter. Though the hall was crowded, I was still in a bad mood. Every time someone accidentally bumped or touched us, I cut my eyes at them giving them a look of death. Eventually, we reached the senior lockers on the second floor. I'd planned to go straight home or either chill with Romy. I wasn't allowed back at her house. Our parents still had a bit of drama. Though, sometimes she snuck, as best as she could, to mine. There was not another second I wanted to spend in a place that brought upon me such strong emotional turmoil. I just wanted to release my anger. I felt that even a little pressure would be relieved in talking to Romy.
As I finished closing my locker on the homework I didn't plan on doing, I turned to join Romy at her locker, around the corner, and there he was. He was standing to the side of me smiling his crooked and phony smile.It was him.
 Chahklat · Fri Jul 31, 2009 @ 01:16pm · 0 Comments |
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