To Make up for Lost Time

Bianca's POV

I walked into school totally oblivious and in my own little world. I slunk through general music and math without paying attention and possibly failing a pop quiz over Bach. Everything was so raw, new and fleshy, I almost had a total break down at lunch. That's when I heard the big news.

"Bianca, I heard the most astonishing news," Chasity whispered to me across the table.

"What?" I whispered back. I didn't honestly care, but I had to keep up the façade anyways, why not enjoy the gossip?

"It's about Cameron." I shot her a look. Now I was interested. "He's a certain someone's new beau."

"Who?" I asked, looking around the courtyard. I was ready for blood; that bitch was going down.

"Jennifer Aldry," she said smugly. I tried to hide it, but my blood was boiling. I have to find the skank and tell her to back off my man. I stood up with half a mind to give her a good talking to when I realized I actually stood up. "Where are you going, Bianca?" Jake asked, sitting down.

"To the bathroom, it's that time of the month," I said pointing to an imaginary watch on my wrist.

"I thought you had yours two weeks ago," Chasity said nonchalantly.

"I'm spotting," I said sternly. I knew Chasity was still a little resentful that I got her man, but why couldn't she get over it already? I walked away to the bathroom inside the school. I honestly could not believe Cameron would do this to me. In less than twenty-four hours after I told him that I loved him he just goes off and asks some chick out. Sure, she's pretty and everything with her violet eyes and dark, black hair. I'm kind of jealous of how in a certain light her hair looks like it has blue-silver highlights, kind of like Coraline.

How could I not but hate this chick and her shapely body?

In the bathroom, the first thing I did was check the stalls to see if anyone was in here. After seeing no one was here I let out one, big wail. It echoed in the small room and all of a sudden I felt small and insignificant. Then trembled softly while looking in the mirror. What was wrong with me? Do I have a genetic defect or a huge zit on my face or a testicle? My long, blonde hair looked nicely in place with all of the hairspray I used. I slightly curled it at the end so it gave my hair an extra spring in it's step. My shirt looked in mint condition with my dark skinny jeans and Jimmy Choo flip-flops. The ring on my right hand matched perfectly with the butterflies on my belt.

Why doesn't he notice?

I shook the nasty thoughts coming out of my head as I walked back out the door. I walked down the hallways back to the courtyard. I was about to step outside when my cell phone buzzed. I opened it only to find a text from Chasity saying: Are you menstruating in there? Hurry up! I was about to reply when someone grabbed my cell phone and said in a gruff voice, "You shouldn't be texting during school hours."

"Shut up, Patrick," I said, reaching for the phone.

"That's not a nice way to treat your big brother," he pointed out, standing on his tippy-toes.

I only tried harder. "Give it back, please. It's ridiculous trying to jump in these flip-flops. They're worth more than that phone. I might as well have someone break it in half."

He chuckled. "I will never understand why women pay so much for their shoes."

"Can I have it back now?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeah, and hey tell Kat that we're still on tonight."

"Okay, whatever," I said, grabbing at my phone.

"See ya," Patrick said, walking out the door. I replied to her text saying: Sry Pat stopped me, slid the phone in my pocket, and then walked back to the table.

"Hey babe," Jake greeted, kissing me on the cheek as I sat down.

"Got your text, I totally understand why you couldn't get back here any sooner. If you tried to get out of a conversation he'd rape you after school."

Did Chasity just make a dig at my sister's boyfriend? Patrick doesn't have the best reputation, but I didn't think he was bad enough to rape his future little sister, yeesh. I was a little repulsed by what her mind concluded.

"Chasity, that's nasty. Why would Patrick rape me? Only pedophiles do that."

"So? People our age rape or have been raped. My cousin out in Tulsa got raped last year. It's a life-changing experience," Jake pointed out.

"Out of anyone here Patrick would be the most likely to rape someone," Chasity said, picking at her peas.

"Patrick is not that bad, Chasity. You need to back off a little, okay? Besides, you act like he's done something to you." She was acting so rude and it was totally pissing me off.

She looked down then took out her phone. I said bye to Jake and got up to throw away my barely touched food. I walked back to my locker to gather my stuff when I saw her.

Her dark hair was crimped down to her shoulders with a white, spaghetti-strap shirt and a short, denim skirt with light brown Uggs. If she didn't know any better, Uggs were so last season that no one even wore them anymore.

Then why did I want to dig them out of my closet and wear them every day?

-x-

Once again, I had no ride home, and almost took one from the wannabes. But I got one from Jake instead because Chasity didn't really want to see me after that scene at lunch. Something was bugging her. I wish she'd tell me. We were best friends after all. I'll get it out of her somehow, even if it means asking Patrick.

"Here we are," Jake said, parking the car in my driveway.

"Thank you so much. I totally owe you," I said, grabbing my backpack off the floor.

"Just keep looking beautiful," he said and gave me kiss. I could just melt right in the car, but for a different reason than normal.

"My dad's probably watching. I better go before he decides to run a test for any STDs," I said, reaching for the door knob.

"Bye Bianca," he smiled.

"Bye Jake."