Raindrops | GirlXGirl

» Fifth Night

Quinn

{'At my signal, unleash hell!'}

"Are you sure you're not going to take my advice?" Risa asked, briefly glanced at me before she focused on the road, turning her car on my way home.

She offered me a ride that I refused but she was too stubborn to accept my protest while she towed me away out of the school, minutes before the school ended.

And here I was, thankful that I was sitting in her passenger seat as I stared out the window, watching the rain getting stronger in each blink I made. The sound of its fall against the tinted window was like thousands of knives, grazing my heart in isolation. I tried my best not to think about it but this loss reminded me every day- on how the clouds never stopped from crying even if the raindrops already taught me about emptiness.

Suddenly, the fast pace of surroundings due to the car's speed slowly halted. I turned my head to look at the driver beside me, realizing that she was now giving me a worried look and found her hand already holding mine. "Are you alright?"

I gave her my genuine smile for the first time. Seriously, I could be true to someone whenever I want but it doesn't mean I was going to let her in. She was just a tool to protect myself from possible harm.

"Yeah, I'm cool. I just hate the rain," I answered sincerely, squeezing her hand for assurance.

Risa frowned, sliding down her other hand around the steering wheel and lowered her gaze to our connected hands. "Are you sure?"

I nodded at her for reassurance. "Yeah."

"Really?" she asked again. "Because you're really squeezing my hand hard right now."

I immediately jerked my hand away, plastered a fake smile which earned a concerned look from her. "Sorry, what was it again?" I asked, recalling that she was asking something before I tumbled down from my own awareness.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay out from those bim—— I mean from Khloe's group?"

I sighed. "Yes, Risa. I gave you a chance then why I can't do the same with them?"

I heard the spoiled brat whine and I smirked sarcastically at her reaction but hid it quickly, staring bored at her.

"I know but seriously, they are all troubles. Did you know that Khloe almost burned our school with her failed experiment in chemistry and she spilled a hideous chemical on one of her classmates in the same class? I'm glad that the girl didn't burn her skin. It just made holes through her clothes," she ranted, stepping her heel on the gas and continued to drive in our neighborhood.

I almost snorted at what I found out but I faked my expression into shock. "Khloe did that?"

"Yeah." Arisa nodded.

"And what about Maggy and James?" I asked.

"Who's Maggy and James?" she retorted, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion and I mentally rolled my eyes. If she claimed that they were trouble then why she didn't know the names she was referring to. I guess she didn't care as long as she gets rid of those who were lost in her own territory.

"Maggy, the one who has red hair, and James, her tall boyfriend," I answered nonchalantly.

"Oh yes! I heard some rumors about them joining a group of pothead dealers. You know, weeds, drugs, and such. If the rumors are true then Khloe must be one of them."