Just Another label
Charly made her way to the back of the bus towards Cayleigh once it started moving and everyone picked their seats. Nobody was sitting together, everyone sat alone. Her wild red hair bounced slightly on her shoulders every time she moved to dodge someone's arm, falling in her face. Jack couldn't keep his eyes off her not just because she was beautiful but because she was different. Charly wasn't going to fall for his charm easily. So instead he decided to "study" her, her every move. She made a swift motion with her hand brushing the misplaced hair back before carrying on. "Hey Cayleigh." Charly hadn't spoken much to Cayleigh over the past year so conversation may be bare for awhile, even though Cayleigh did have a slight insight on the life of Charly. They hadn't discussed much of anything together.
Cayleigh looked up from her leather bound notebook and paused writing for a second. "Hey Charly." She looked around nervously for a moment and moved her beaded shoulder bag making room for Charly to sit.
"So…uh, how have you been?" she asked as she slipped into the soft chair feeling it calm her nerves a bit.
Cayleigh thought of yelling "well how do you think I've been! You live with mom who doesn't dare touch you and I'm stuck with dad!" but stuck with the typical answer "fine…you?"
Charly shrugged tucking her hair behind her ears. "Been better." She thought of everything going on in her life and decided now wasn't the time to be spilling her soul to her sister. Whom in actuality was more like a stranger. It was for reasons she and Cayleigh didn't know that their parents decided to split them up like poker winnings after the divorce. "What are you writing?" Charly glanced down at the leather notebook in Cayleigh's grasp.
"Nothing much. Just some poems…" Cayleigh grasped the notebook tighter out of instinct. Did she really care if her sister read it? A twin's bond is suppose to be stronger than blood but that kind of disintegrates when you haven't truly spoken to your sister in over twelve years.
Andrea sat starring out the window at the passing fields when Micah took a seat next to her. Looking at him hurt her heart. She used to be able to chat away with guys, but after that rumor Tony Morison started there was no going back. She became a slut and that was all she'd ever be in any males mind at Lake Vista. "Go away." She muttered not even looking over.
"Aren't you friendly?" He joked cracking a half smile.
"What do you want?" Andrea asked sick of having to tell her story over and over again to people who ended up not believing her anyway. "I didn't sleep with him…any of them! But if you want to believe we had sex till the cows came home go ahead. It doesn't matter anymore!" She shouted, her voice cracking.
Micah stared at her a minute, his smile never leaving his face. "Actually…"he stated slowly and softly. "I just wanted to tell you that you looked nice and I hope you have a nice day." With that he stood up and sauntered back over to his seat.
"Well I give it a week till he tries and gets into your pants." Shanty leaned over the unoccupied seat, not actually taking a seat because that would show companionship.. Something they didn't have. But something they both longed for.
"Shut up. Go sneak around and bug somebody else." Andrea looked at her sullenly and exasperated. She didn't care if she hurt her feelings or not, she wanted to be alone.
Michael sat towards the back behind Sierra bouncing a tennis ball against the window. Plop, plop, plop.
"Will you stop it you annoying imbecile!" Sierra flipped around glaring at Michael and his tennis ball. Plop, plop, plop. "I am going to throw that stupid ball out the damn window!" she made a grab for the ball but missed by a few millimeters.
"And I always thought the quiet ones were nice." Michael tilted his head slightly grinning. He looked down at the ball and back at Sierra. Plop, plop, plop, plo…..Cassidy snagged the ball and threw it out the window.
"That's annoying at the front of the bus." She smiled a disgusted look and walked back to her seat. "Freakin' blonde freak." She mumbled rolling her eyes and sitting down again.
Jake sat in the back strumming along to an air guitar with his headphones blasting. Jack kept glancing over ready to pull the headphones off his ears and copy Cassidy's actions with the tennis ball.
Jack looked back over to Cayleigh and noticed Charly had moved, she now sat in front of her. Her facial expressions were dull, she was neither smiling or frowning. Just staring. He decided that if he wanted to keep his life he may as well leave her alone.
Steven was asleep in the front. Completely oblivious to the fighting of his fellow peers. That's how it went for the whole ten hours too. Kloppman just sat up front surveying the students documenting their actions. Completely amazed at how much animosity one group of eleven kids could obtain. They were for the summer, his personal science project.
