New York Brunette
Chapter 5
"Amanda!" I called out, stopping the brunette just as she reached for her doorknob, "I've got a bone to pick with you."
"What do you want, Tyler?" She asked, turning to glare at me, fire in her eyes.
"Actually, I have some questions for you, and I need to tell you something." I said, grabbing her shoulders and steering her outside, "So which one first?"
"What do you need to tell me?" She asked, pulling her aviators out of her messy hair and looking around nonchalantly.
"What you did to Jason? That was really lame. You can't just stare at someone for days and then be like, 'you can't talk to me because I'm cooler than you and my friends hate you' because fyi, if your friends were cool at all, they wouldn't be stabbing you in the back." I said, pointing over to where her two PCA friends were flirting with Jason over ice cream.
"What?" She asked, hurt stabbing at all of her features as she watched the three smile and laugh with each other.
"Exactly. Who's cool now?" I asked looking down at the little girl I'd known forever.
"I'll be back." She said, straightening out her face into an angry grimace and beginning to march over there, before I grabbed her arm.
"I need some answers first." I said turning her to face me as Jason looked over; his grow scrunching with betrayal and confusion.
"Make it quick." She said, flipping her hair over one shoulder and glancing over at Jason.
"What's with your friend, Luna?" I asked nervously, dropping my sweating hands from hers and beginning to shift my feet.
"The short story? She's basically loved you since forever. Idolized you really. Looks like the shoes turned, though." She said, smiling slightly at me.
"Looks like it." I said, seeing Luna come out of a building nearby and beginning to walk over to her.
"Just remember, she's a minor, and she's younger and more innocent than you!" Amanda called after me, laughing slightly before putting on her game face and marching over to the threesome by the ice cream cart.
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"What the hell is this?" I asked, looking from one guilty face to another as I felt my heart breaking inside of me.
"Amanda, hey." Macy smiled up at me innocently, while checking Jason out through the corner of her eyes.
"Answer my question, dammit!" I yelled, my blood beginning to rush through my ears.
"Just a meeting of friends." Bailey answered smiling, her white teeth glowing beside her deep, fake tanned face.
"A meeting of friends? Yesterday, you were making fun of me for thinking Jason was even cute, what is your problem?" I asked, glaring at my two former friends, but refusing to even glance at Jason anymore for fear of bursting into tears.
"Well, that's only because we were looking out for you. Jason's too much for you." Macy said, smiling sweetly at Jason while caressing his arm.
"No! This is-" I began yelling at Jason jumped up, covered my mouth and then carried me into my dorm building where he finally left go of me and let me stand on my own.
"What is your problem?" I yelled, glaring at him and trying not to cry, "I was about to rip them a new one!"
"Yeah, I know. And that's sweet and all, but it was just too much of a scene for this." Jason laughed out, smiling genuinely at me.
"Too much of a scene for what?" I asked, looking at him incredously.
"For me to kiss you." He answered quietly before leaning in towards me and pressing his soft, full lips against mine, and giving me a larger shock than a light bulb socket.
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"Luna!" Tyler called out, running up to me.
"Oh, hey Ty!" I squealed out as he picked me up, and twirled me around in front of him.
"That was a little strange." I laughed out, after he put me back on solid ground.
"Yeah, well. I'm just happy." He said, smiling at me and looking happier than he had since his last girlfriend had broken his heart.
"What happened?" I asked, already getting my fake smile ready to hear about his new girlfriend, who was already breaking my heart, and would eventually do the same to him.
"I realized that I'm in love with this really amazing blonde girl. She's got this really killer dancer's body, and curls that almost every other girl envies. Plus, I've known her for a while." He said, smiling at me, and picking up a piece of my hair to twirl around his finger.
"Who is she?" I asked, the description sounding extremely familiar.
"It's you." He said, looking me right in the eye, ocean meeting sky, and nearly causing me to break into tears.
"I'm so sorry, Tyler." I said, breaking away from him, and looking away.
"What do you mean?" He asked, reaching out for me.
"I mean, this boy in my dance class just asked me out." I said, looking back at him and seeing the extreme change in his eyes.
"But, I just talked to Amanda and-" He said, looking confused and more hurt by every second.
"I'm really sorry." I said, backing away from him, and leaving the boy of my dreams on the stairs, half muttering to himself and half trying to figure out what had just happened.
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"Mad, I really think we need to get you to the nurse. She can at least give you some anti-nausea medicine." I said, after Madelyn lay back on the bed after her latest barfing adventure.
"I told you that stuff doesn't help, Dee." She said, glaring over at me and being hormonal like usual. Lately, she wasn't even really Madelyn anymore, she was more like this raging ball of hormones and I was finding it hard to be supportive of her.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked, reaching for her hand which she just violently ripped away.
"Nothing!" She said, glaring at me once more.
"Stop doing that!" I said, throwing my hands up and running out of ways to salvage this entire relationship.
"Stop doing what?" She asked, looking at me and becoming angrier.
"Making me feel like I'm not doing anything! Especially when I'm trying to help you!" I said, feeling worse and worse and just wanting to get out of this room.
"Well, you aren't helping! Not even a little!" She said, bursting into tears and causing Taylor to rush in from the bathroom.
"Do you have to right with her every time you come over?" She asked, glaring at me slightly and accusing me with her eyes.
"It's not my fault she's just a crazy hormonal bitch." I answered, grabbing my jacket off of Taylor's bed and getting up.
"Where are you going?" Madelyn asked, looking up at me through the tears that glistened in her eyes.
"Anywhere away from you." I said, glaring at her before slamming the door behind me.
"I don't want to keep pushing him away." I could hear Madelyn wail through the door, hearing Taylor comfort her through the door and feeling my heart breaking and myself coming to wits end on what to logically do.
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"Andrea? What are you doing here?" Matt asked, coming out of his dorm, his curls a disheveled mess and his pajama pants wrinkled with no shirt on.
"I need to talk to you." I said, interlocking my pinkies behind my back and rocking on the heels on my feet.
"Well, come on in then, I guess." He said, opening the door wider and allowing me inside.
"What's up?" He asked after I'd sat down on the futon that Dean usually slept on and he'd put a shirt on.
"Well, I kind of came to apologize." I said looking at the ground and feeling a little more than foolish.
"For what?" He asked, looking quizzically at me.
"For not believing you. I talked to Dean, and he told me that you were actually telling the truth the other day." I said, looking him in the eyes and wanting him to say something.
"Well, I'm glad you believe me now. Is that all?" He said, getting up and heading over to the door to open it for me.
"Is that really all you wanna say?" I asked, looking up at him shocked.
"Well, what did you expect me to say? That it was okay that you second guessed me? Guess what, that's not how this goes!" He said, turning to face me and looking angrier than he ever had when looking at me.
"Matt, I'm sorry. But it's not like we're dating or anything and we barely know each other-" I said before he interrupted me.
"No, see that's where you're wrong. You don't know me. I remember everything about you, because I've been in love with you since you were in second grade and I was in third grade. Okay?" He said, his eyes glistening as he opened the door wide for me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I walked out and he slammed the door behind me, leaving me to silently sob just outside his door.
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"Leah, you gonna be okay with this?" Dean asked, looking at me with his light blue eyes that pierced my own darker ones.
"Yeah." I said, walking back into our classroom for the first time since Alexandra had decided to be a jerk and tell everyone that I was a genius.
"Hey guys." Alexandra smiled from our usual table near the center middle, but instead of even acknowledging her, Lorelei, Dean and I opted from a table close to the window and closest to the front.
"So what, now all of you are too good to talk to me?" she asked angrily, walking up to our table and slamming her hands down on it, causing everyone to turn and look at us.
"Alex, stop it. You're making people look." Lorelei said, giving Alex one of her cutting looks that made her look slightly like a mother.
"I don't care! I just want my friends." She said, making her voice even louder and making more people turn and the people who were already looking roll their eyes.
"You probably should have thought about that the other day then, huh?" Dean said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it, making Alex look like she was about to cry.
"It was a mistake you guys, I'm sorry." She said, not looking at any of us, but instead looking at Dean still holding my hand.
"You intentionally set out to hurt me though, and that's wrong." I said, my voice slightly above an embarrassed whisper as I tried to get her to look me in the eye, but she refused to look away from where my finger's were interlocked with Dean's.
"So, everyone's just going to side with her? She moved out of our dorm, remember?" Alex said, turning her gaze briefly to Lorelei before looking back at our hands.
"Look just go back to your table class is going to start soon and I speak for all of us when I say that we don't want to listen to anymore of your crap." Dean said forcefully, causing Alex to take a step back from us out of pure shock.
"Whatever." She said, looking once more at our still interlocked fingers before retreating back to her table, all alone.
"What was that all about?" Lorelei said, nodding at our hands, making Dean drop mine and blush.
"Nothing." He said quietly sitting down and looking at the table, his face pure red.
"You like her don't you?" Lorelei asked, her eyes brightening up as she talked to him.
"Hello, she is right here." I said, waving my hands in front of her face.
"Yeah, well, I was just pretending you weren't for a moment." She said sticking out her tongue, before turning back to Dean, "Answer me, boy!"
"I'm going to go see my guy friends." He said, picking up his stuff and beginning to walk over there.
"Not so fast, answer first, and then you can leave." Lorelei said, grabbing the neck of his shirt and holding him tightly in place.
"Yes." Dean mumbled, causing Lorelei to drop him, and as he scurried off, I blushed a deep red and dropped into my seat where I sat for the rest of class as Lorelei sat across from me, probably planning Dean and I's wedding.