trouble
Chapter 5
The next morning, I surprisingly
found Scarlet waiting by my locker.
She had her back against my metal locker, as she stood there
waiting for me patiently.
When she saw me from down the hall, she stood up on her two
feet.
She gave me a warm smile, waving at me from the distance.
So what now?
Did she decide to finally apologize to me for blowing up on me in
front of the entire cafeteria?
"Hi Riley!" she smiled bubbily, as I opened my locker
to get out my books for the morning.
I gave her a tight smile, not looking at her in the eyes.
"Hi Scarlet." I mumbled.
Scarlet curled the end of her side braid with the tip of her
fingers, as she continued to smile at me, like there was nothing
wrong.
"So, I thought about over the past night," she paused,
as I finally stared up at her, "and I totally want to tell
you that I forgive you for what you did."
My eyes snapped up to hers, as I stared at my best friend of six
years with disbelief.
I studied her face for a moment longer, trying to find any traces
of sarcasm.
Sadly, I didn't find an ounce of playfulness.
Scarlet was completely serious.
"Forgive me for what I did?" I uttered out, still in
shock. "What did I do?"
Scarlet rolled her eyes, letting out a bitter laugh.
"For annoying me about questions of Travis." Scarlet
smiled. "It's okay, I know it's going to be hard to
say sorry, so I'm just going to forgive you."
I blinked at her with my jaw still dropped.
Never have I ever wanted to rip out someone's hair more than
I did right now.
"Anyways, moving on!" she giggled, looping her arm
around mine. "I just got these new pair of heels that I want
you to see."
***
"And then, she tells me that she forgives me for asking too
many questions about you!" I snapped angrily, venting my
feelings out to Travis.
Travis laughed, as he took a long drag out of his cigarette.
I honestly don't know how we ended up here together at the
park bench, but we did. just like we had yesterday.
"No offense, but your so called best friend seems like a
complete bit-"
I glared at him. "Don't even finish that
sentence."
Travis rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder. "You're
such a pushover."
I gawked, as I stared at Travis with wide eyes. "I am
not!"
"Yes, you are." Travis let out a puff of smoke, as I
coughed. "Here she is, walking all over you, and you're
letting her."
I glared at him, before crossing my arms stubbornly.
"What do you know, Travis?" I snapped. "You
aren't a girl!"
Travis chuckled, before tossing his cigarette bud onto the
concrete.
"Damn right I'm not."
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BubblyGirl22 · 1 decade ago
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lol damn right im not haha