The afternoon sun shinned down on Binaca's face as she walked home. She always liked the February sun, which made walking home more enjoyable. True she could probably get someone to drive her or take a bus. But she liked the fresh air. It helps clear her head after a long day.
Walking into the house, she knew her aunt would be at work. But she still called out like she did every day.
No answer.
Walking into her room, she closed the door and turned on the radio. As some pop song played, she absent mindedly hummed along. Pulling out her books, Bianca started on the night's homework. Half way through Math, she was so confused she started spinning around in her chair. It was like this every day. She hated math homework; it was always so much harder than what you learn in class.
She noticed the stack of papers Mr. Simpson gave her two months ago. She hasn't thought about them since the night Katie ODed. Crossing the room, she looked down at the stack.
She did want to do something with her life, but was college the answer? She didn't know. Everyone always tells you the college is the next step and that you have to go to get a good job. But she couldn't even figure out what to study let alone where to go. Katie said she should go into business. But since she was only using Bianca to score drugs, she didn't really believe the other girl.
Still thinking about that night made her sick. She actually believed that someone like Katie would want to be her friend. Then the look on her sisters face when she took Katie home, it was awful. But seeing her walk up to them the next day to tell them Katie ODed was even worse. And it was all Bianca's fault, like always.
No wonder everyone uses her. She shook her head and left the stack untouched.
Walking to the kitchen to grab a drink, there was a knock on the door. With a sigh, she opened it to find Owen staring down at her with his stupid, smug look.
"What do you want?" she asked crossing her arms.
"We're going out, come on." He said trying to sound cool.
"We? We haven't spoken in over a month, what makes you think we're going out?"
"Because we haven't spoken in over a month, you need to get out of that house and have some fun."
"How do you know I don't have fun? In fact, I was just about to leave to hang out with some friends."
"You have friends other than me?" he said with a laugh.
"Owen, we're not even friends, and yes for your information."
"Who?" he said crossing his arms, she could tell he was getting mad which made her happy.
"If you must know," not wanting to be caught in lie, she said the first name that came to her mind, "Adam."
At that Owen bursts out laughing, "Adam? That little tranny? Why the hell would you want to hang out with him?"
"Okay, first, he's not a tranny, he's a guy. Second, he's a nice guy and fun to hang out with." Bianca felt her face get hot with rage. Where does he get off saying that about Adam?
"Wow, you have changed. Have fun with your little play date." And with that, Owen turned and walked away. She could hear him mumbling something under his breath.
Bianca slammed the door and fell down on the couch. She still doesn't know why they were ever friends, Owen is a disgusting jerk. But she knew Owen and he would check if she was lying; which meant she had to go to the Torres' or he'd make a big scene at school.
Grabbing her bag, Bianca scribbled a note to her aunt and walked out the door. Stepping out into the warm sun instantly made her calm down. Down the street, she could see Owen walking; thankfully it was the opposite direction to Adam's so she wouldn't have to pass him.
At least she wasn't lying; Adam was fun to hang out with. She spent most of the summer at his house playing X-Box with him and she had a good time. She just hoped he was home alone so she wouldn't have to see Drew.
A/N like everyone else in the fandom, I'm waiting for the season 12 promo to air. so I decided it was a good time to write.
thank you everyone who reviewed. it means a lot. I'd love more to hold me over until the promo airs.
to all the American's happy Memorial day. :)