Mistakes are mine.

Sixth period ended in a breeze and with a final reminder to bring our payment fee by Friday, the teacher lets us loose. Rukia is waiting outside for me and she literally pounces on me.

"Are you okay?" she asks as we walk to our only class together: journalism.

"I'm pretty sure I got high off of that clay" I say paying attention to in front of me rather than her face, which I was positive, would be anything but happy by my response.

"Ow!"I yelp and jump effectively elbowing some freshman, and all thanks to her pinching my side. "Sorry." I mumble to the poor innocent victim as I walk past.

"Seriously?" Rukia says her voice in that 'don't bullshit me right now' tone

"Seriously." I reply as we walk inside class and sit down.

"Fine." She scoffs at me and sits away from me. I sigh and take a deep breath as the bell rings.

Journalism is weird, but I figured it would be an easy A; writing was has never been a hard thing for me. Mr. Whyte assigned page six editors, and making the rest of the class staff writers.

After that he and the chief editor, took the newly appointed editors to the backroom and uses the rest of the class period to teach them how to use the appropriate software for editing their corresponding page.

What did I do for the rest of those 55 minutes? Nothing, considering Rukia would even look at me. Bitch…but I still loved her.

"The bell is going to ring in about forty seconds, tonight's homework is to write an opinions article -with no less than 300 words- and send it in by 10:30." As soon as he finishes talking, the bell rings and I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the email he had written up on the whiteboard.

"The door will be unlocked." I said to Rukia as I walked by her seat on my way out. Yeah she was mad at me, but I was her best friend and she wanted to see Emi more than she was mad at me. She would come.

"Whore." She says as she swings her messenger bag over her shoulder and walks with me. The simple fact that she insulted me told me that she was already half way over her annoyance with me.

We're quiet as we walk to our cars, mostly because she took my phone and started looking at my pictures. She was currently sending herself any new cute photos that I had of Emi; which was probably over forty pictures. My kid was photogenic; thank the lord for 32 GB iPhones.

We arrived to Rukia's car first and as she climbed in the divers side, my attention was pulled away from her "Emi is so cute" babble as a loud laugh/shriek was sounded out.

I look towards the end of the parking lot and see Toshio laughing as some ginger with big tits angrily get into his car, slamming the door shut.

He doesn't even look annoyed by that fact.

That immature brat in me strikes again; wanting to know who the hell she was to him because she wasn't someone I recognized. If I did that he would have been annoyed for sure. Boys and their stupid love for cars, I swear.

"Who is that?" I mutter to Rukia, not taking my eyes of them.

"Who…oh, that's Rangiku Matsumoto. She's in our grade; she arrived pretty much when you left."

"That's…nice." I turn them away from them and face my best friend. "I'll see you in a little bit" I say and then groan out loud, scaring Rukia.

"What's wrong?"

I roll my eyes, and tell her where I park my car. Her only reply as she starts her car is a snort.

Bitch.

She peels out of the parking lot and not even a minute later I receive a message: The door will be unlocked.

So she receives one as well: Bitch

Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and start walking towards my car and unwantedly towards Toshiro.

But thank whatever God was looking down on me because he and the ginger are already in the car when I'm walking by. I make myself look busy though and unlock my phone to bring up a new text message: LOL TTYL BRO.

I save it to drafts and slid my phone into my butt pocket and make my way home.

As soon as I walk into my home, I run towards my baby and keep her in my arms for at least five minutes. I don't even realize I'm crying until Rukia asks me if I have dust in my eye and I excuse myself to the bathroom.

"What's wrong with mommy?" I hear Emi say to someone. "Does she have a boo, boo?"

"Are you okay?" Rukia shows up at the door way.

"I don't know." I answer truthfully and clutch her tightly once she pulls me into a hug. She shushes me and I know I have to keep quiet. I didn't want Emi to see or hear me like this. My emotions where just everywhere right now. My period was probably going to start soon. Oh, joy.

I'm sitting on the edge of the tub with one of Emi's bath toys in my hands as both Rukia and I are quiet. She's waiting me out.

"I missed her a lot today…" I begin to say and pause when Mom enters the already tight space.

"She's taking her second nap." She whispers and motions for me to scoot over.

As she rubs my back soothingly I continue, "I guess I just didn't expect for how much I was going to miss her. I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. I really don't."

I clench my eyes shut and pull my loose hair off to one shoulder, hating how a tiny part of me was saying this due to Toshiro and the ginger. Rukia sees through my bullshit though, making me both love her and curse her out. She was my best friend now, after all.

"You can't be serious, Momo. Fuck them! You aren't going to run away because you saw something that hurt you. You're so much stronger than that."

Mom looks absolutely confused but says nothing, instead just opting to listen and watch.

"Okay?" Rukia says angrily, her face pink with anger.

Wiping the last of my tears, I nod and stand up.

"Thank you, best friend."

"You're welcome." Her tone softens, "You schedule doesn't cross with his until 6th period. We'll just walk slowly to class from now on. You don't even have to worry about her and just park your car next to mine tomorrow."

I nod once more and we leave it at that, putting this incident behind us and doing our homework as we wait for my girl to wake up. I finish most of my basic homework and multitask on the AP classes. It made things easier knowing that most of the given AP assignments weren't going to be due until Friday.

"I'll text you in the morning when I'm in the parking lot; I'll save you a space." Rukia tells me as she passes me a nearly pasted out Emi. She always tended to be super tired after Rukia came to visit; which made sense considering they both had the same endurance for playing.

I watch from the doorway as she walks to her car and without thinking, but needing to know the answer I blurt out:

"Are they dating?"

She hesitates and when she finally answers, I squeeze Emi tighter, breathing in her baby scent to calm down.

Later that night, when I'm finished with all my homework and Emi's been put to bed, I process what Rukia said.

I don't know if her confirming that they were dating would have hurt more than when she told me that they were actually just best friends.

"No, but they are best friends."

You'll always be my best friend, Momo. Nothing can change that. It's a distant and locked away memory now, his voice in my head is almost a whisper and that just adds to the already stinging blow.

Could this week be over already? Or can my period at least hurry up and come? Being this emotional is ridiculous.

Someone mentioned how well developed Emi's talking skills were for her age and i think it's normal. Some babies develop faster than others and that's our case for Emi. I'll try to baby it up some more if it truly bothers some of you :)

Short, but it got the job done.

Review please.