A/N- Ok. I'm updating finally. You see I've been working on other
stories(and I'd love you if you read those and reviewed those) and so even
though I had this chapter written I didn't get around to typing it until
now(duh). I think a couple of you are a bit confused. NO, Bonita's not
conceited. True, she knows she's pretty, but that just makes her even more
shy. She's scared of guys and how they could hurt her(a little bit of her
past that I'll include in a later chapter). So read this chapter. A bit
more arguing. In the next chapter I'm gonna go to Portman and Fulton's
view. And then . . . you'll see what's going on between Portman and Ava
and Portman and Fulton and Ava and Bonita. Just a bit of foreshadowing
there. And thank you thank you thank you to my recent reviewers! I love
you guys! Enjoy the chapter!
CHAPTER 7
Bonita woke up abruptly to a loud thump against the door of her room. Her eyes adjusted to the dark room and then they strayed over to the glowing red numbers on the clock, 9:53. She got up with a sigh and walked over to the door. With a small yawn she tugged her T-shirt down over her flannel boxers before throwing the door open, sending Ava and Portman crashing to the floor.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Ava as Portman landed half on top of her.
"Oh, there's the profanities" Bonita said sarcastically. "I was worried I'd only get the thuds."
"Sorry. Did we wake da widdle baby up? Aw" Ava pouted before laughing and pushing Portman off of her. Portman got up and then pulled Ava up.
"No. You woke the sensible student up with your slutty ways" responded Bonita coldly.
"You know if you were a better actress Bonita, I never would have guessed that you were mad at me."
"I'm a better actress then you and you know it."
"More jealously, huh?"
"Newsflash Ava. Not everyone's jealous of you. You're not perfect. Hate to burst your little bubble there."
"You didn't burst my bubble" sneered Ava. "But I'd love to burst yours. You're going to die a virgin because you pretend that you're so damn shy and scared of guys. I know you're just trying to get guys to like you but that just doesn't work."
"You know that's not true. And again. I'm sorry I'm not like you Ava."
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm still a virgin."
"At the rate you're going with this player, you'll be pregnant in two weeks. Maybe you should look into the pill . . . and condoms."
"Very funny. Do you mind Bonita? We were in the middle of something very important" Ava winked at Portman.
"Oh yeah? Because trading spit is just so important. I forgot that. Funny, I was in the middle of something too. What was it again? Oh . . . right. I was sleeping!"
"Then go back to sleep" said Ava matter-o-factly as Portman put his arm around Ava's shoulder. She smiled.
"I can't with all the racket you two are making."
"You wouldn't understand. You've never been kissed!"
"I have too and you know it! And I also know that you can swallow each others heads just a bit quieter."
"You haven't even seen us."
"True and I don't want to. But you've got a big mouth and he's got a big ego. What a cute couple. I think I'll call you two the egotists."
"Go back to your beauty sleep" snarled Ava. "I think I see a pimple developing on your nose. Eating too much chocolate again?"
"Ha ha, very funny. Are you speaking of yourself, because in case you've forgotten, I'm allergic to cocoa, and all chocolates have that."
"Why do you have to take everything so damn seriously?!?!"
"Well, because I am serious Ava. I'm serious about what I'm going to say. Tomorrow morning, as soon as I get up, I'm going to file for a transfer form. I'm going to move out of this room. I can't share with someone who hates me so much and I'm so different from. I thought we had a connection Ava, I thought we were best friends. Maybe I am too naïve. Maybe I expected too much from my best friend. Whatever. I hope your relationship turns out long and fruitful. I hope you come to your senses one-day and realize that the world doesn't revolve around you. But I know one thing. You will get what's coming to you Ava and, surprise surprise! I won't be there to help you out of the ditch that you've dug yourself into" Ava stared at Bonita as she started to cry. Realizing the tears streaking down her face Bonita quickly whipped them away. "Good night" she choked.
"Good BYE" said Ava coldly putting emphasis on the last word. Ava winked at Portman again and the two of them walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Bonita crawled into her bed, pulling her covers up to her chin for comfort, even if it was late-march. Lying there, Bonita just cried for the second time that night. Even after she had stopped sniffing and sobbing the tears didn't stop. They poured down her face like a waterfall. Her warm chocolate eyes were no longer warm but dull, and the sparkle in them was gone. Strands of hair that didn't make it into her bun, hung in front of her face, the ends getting wet. Bonita wasn't afraid to cry, especially when it was something like this.
'Idiot' Bonita thought to herself. 'You just went and lost yourself your best friend!'
'You didn't lose her, she was lost to begin with' cut in the other half of her brain.
'I yelled at her. I was a horrible friend. I didn't even give her a chance. All the anger I've kept built up, I just took it all out on her.'
'She had it coming.'
'I brought it upon her. I yelled at her. I . . .'
'Would you listen to yourself!?!? Did you see her face? She was happy with that jerk. She chose the path towards certain doom!'
'But I didn't try to stop her!'
'You did to! She didn't listen. Would you snap out of it? Stop taking the blame. Buck up. Be a woman. Show her that you're not that shy. That you can talk to another guy again.'
'But I can't!'
'But you can. If you tell yourself you can't you'll never be able to. You need to think positively. Look on the bright side. Be an actress' Bonita sighed. She didn't fight with herself often but it always led to the same thing. Being shy and her fear of guys.
'Maybe I will. Maybe I can. I'll show her!'
'Atta girl!' Bonita smiled to herself. She always had faith in herself. Until she reached the guy . . .
'I can't do it.'
'I'm not listening.'
'I'm serious.'
'You can to do it. You know you can. Think of the positive outcome. Put your past behind you' Bonita's thoughts were rudely interrupted by Ava slamming the door behind her and leaning up against the door, smitten with Portman.
"Oh. If only I could tell Bonita about my wonderful night" she said loudly. "Oops. Silly me. I forgot. She hates me. And I hate her. What a shame. She might have been interested in what Portman said about Fulton . . ." Bonita sharply looked away and Ava laughed. "But she'd be too shy to do anything about it. Too bad. Her loss."
'Too shy huh?' Bonita thought, not wanting to speak. 'Too shy my butt! I'm not too shy! I'll show her. Tomorrow!' Never in her life had Bonita been so determined. She schemed quietly to herself as Ava got ready for bed, humming cheerfully. 'That girl has it in for her. She'll see. Too shy . . .' and other thoughts like that kept running through Bonita's head. Like they always say, all's fair in the game of love and hate.
CHAPTER 7
Bonita woke up abruptly to a loud thump against the door of her room. Her eyes adjusted to the dark room and then they strayed over to the glowing red numbers on the clock, 9:53. She got up with a sigh and walked over to the door. With a small yawn she tugged her T-shirt down over her flannel boxers before throwing the door open, sending Ava and Portman crashing to the floor.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Ava as Portman landed half on top of her.
"Oh, there's the profanities" Bonita said sarcastically. "I was worried I'd only get the thuds."
"Sorry. Did we wake da widdle baby up? Aw" Ava pouted before laughing and pushing Portman off of her. Portman got up and then pulled Ava up.
"No. You woke the sensible student up with your slutty ways" responded Bonita coldly.
"You know if you were a better actress Bonita, I never would have guessed that you were mad at me."
"I'm a better actress then you and you know it."
"More jealously, huh?"
"Newsflash Ava. Not everyone's jealous of you. You're not perfect. Hate to burst your little bubble there."
"You didn't burst my bubble" sneered Ava. "But I'd love to burst yours. You're going to die a virgin because you pretend that you're so damn shy and scared of guys. I know you're just trying to get guys to like you but that just doesn't work."
"You know that's not true. And again. I'm sorry I'm not like you Ava."
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm still a virgin."
"At the rate you're going with this player, you'll be pregnant in two weeks. Maybe you should look into the pill . . . and condoms."
"Very funny. Do you mind Bonita? We were in the middle of something very important" Ava winked at Portman.
"Oh yeah? Because trading spit is just so important. I forgot that. Funny, I was in the middle of something too. What was it again? Oh . . . right. I was sleeping!"
"Then go back to sleep" said Ava matter-o-factly as Portman put his arm around Ava's shoulder. She smiled.
"I can't with all the racket you two are making."
"You wouldn't understand. You've never been kissed!"
"I have too and you know it! And I also know that you can swallow each others heads just a bit quieter."
"You haven't even seen us."
"True and I don't want to. But you've got a big mouth and he's got a big ego. What a cute couple. I think I'll call you two the egotists."
"Go back to your beauty sleep" snarled Ava. "I think I see a pimple developing on your nose. Eating too much chocolate again?"
"Ha ha, very funny. Are you speaking of yourself, because in case you've forgotten, I'm allergic to cocoa, and all chocolates have that."
"Why do you have to take everything so damn seriously?!?!"
"Well, because I am serious Ava. I'm serious about what I'm going to say. Tomorrow morning, as soon as I get up, I'm going to file for a transfer form. I'm going to move out of this room. I can't share with someone who hates me so much and I'm so different from. I thought we had a connection Ava, I thought we were best friends. Maybe I am too naïve. Maybe I expected too much from my best friend. Whatever. I hope your relationship turns out long and fruitful. I hope you come to your senses one-day and realize that the world doesn't revolve around you. But I know one thing. You will get what's coming to you Ava and, surprise surprise! I won't be there to help you out of the ditch that you've dug yourself into" Ava stared at Bonita as she started to cry. Realizing the tears streaking down her face Bonita quickly whipped them away. "Good night" she choked.
"Good BYE" said Ava coldly putting emphasis on the last word. Ava winked at Portman again and the two of them walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Bonita crawled into her bed, pulling her covers up to her chin for comfort, even if it was late-march. Lying there, Bonita just cried for the second time that night. Even after she had stopped sniffing and sobbing the tears didn't stop. They poured down her face like a waterfall. Her warm chocolate eyes were no longer warm but dull, and the sparkle in them was gone. Strands of hair that didn't make it into her bun, hung in front of her face, the ends getting wet. Bonita wasn't afraid to cry, especially when it was something like this.
'Idiot' Bonita thought to herself. 'You just went and lost yourself your best friend!'
'You didn't lose her, she was lost to begin with' cut in the other half of her brain.
'I yelled at her. I was a horrible friend. I didn't even give her a chance. All the anger I've kept built up, I just took it all out on her.'
'She had it coming.'
'I brought it upon her. I yelled at her. I . . .'
'Would you listen to yourself!?!? Did you see her face? She was happy with that jerk. She chose the path towards certain doom!'
'But I didn't try to stop her!'
'You did to! She didn't listen. Would you snap out of it? Stop taking the blame. Buck up. Be a woman. Show her that you're not that shy. That you can talk to another guy again.'
'But I can't!'
'But you can. If you tell yourself you can't you'll never be able to. You need to think positively. Look on the bright side. Be an actress' Bonita sighed. She didn't fight with herself often but it always led to the same thing. Being shy and her fear of guys.
'Maybe I will. Maybe I can. I'll show her!'
'Atta girl!' Bonita smiled to herself. She always had faith in herself. Until she reached the guy . . .
'I can't do it.'
'I'm not listening.'
'I'm serious.'
'You can to do it. You know you can. Think of the positive outcome. Put your past behind you' Bonita's thoughts were rudely interrupted by Ava slamming the door behind her and leaning up against the door, smitten with Portman.
"Oh. If only I could tell Bonita about my wonderful night" she said loudly. "Oops. Silly me. I forgot. She hates me. And I hate her. What a shame. She might have been interested in what Portman said about Fulton . . ." Bonita sharply looked away and Ava laughed. "But she'd be too shy to do anything about it. Too bad. Her loss."
'Too shy huh?' Bonita thought, not wanting to speak. 'Too shy my butt! I'm not too shy! I'll show her. Tomorrow!' Never in her life had Bonita been so determined. She schemed quietly to herself as Ava got ready for bed, humming cheerfully. 'That girl has it in for her. She'll see. Too shy . . .' and other thoughts like that kept running through Bonita's head. Like they always say, all's fair in the game of love and hate.