Ignorance Is Bliss

Ignorance Is Bliss - Chapter Twelve

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Ignorance Is Bliss - Chapter Twelve

“Daveenah?” I stepped forward and placed my hands on her uncontrollably shaking shoulders.

She didn’t reply, so I shook her shoulder. She eventually shoved me away. “Don't."

“Daveenah.” I said again, softly. “Why are you crying? I'm sorry for laughing before."

"It's nothing to do with you. Get out, Sienna. Just go."

I sighed, trying to decide if she was pulling one of her attention seeking stunts or not. But no one else was around, and the last thing that I had expected her to do in front of me was cry. For all I knew, Daveenah hated me. With complete malice. I’d  never found out why, either. Maybe it was because I was an easy target. Maybe it was because I was Zach's girlfriend now.

I watched Daveenah standing in front of me. Her 24/7, white-toothed smile had completely vanished. Her head was bent, staring into the ground, and her blonde curls were covering her tear streaked, usually glowing face.

I reached forward and gave her a hug. It was the weirdest thing to do, but I wasn't that heartless. She flinched a little, but I still kept my arms clasped around her. It seemed she needed it, even though I had no idea why this was even happening.

I was definitely an over-sensitive person. I always took little things to heart, and whenever I heard somebody else crying, it almost - and sometimes did - make me cry too. I hated seeing people upset.

Eventually, I pulled away from her. Daveenah let out a small laugh, and pushed loose strands of her hair behind her. He cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were blood-shot. Though surprisingly, her makeup was still completely intact.

“Thanks...” she mumbled in a small, embarrassed slur.

“Anytime, I guess."

Daveenah shuffled around awkwardly on her wedge heels, not ready to leave. She quickly flicked the lock on the main door to the bathroom. A lot of people in the area knew Daveenah, and I guess that she probably didn’t want to risk losing any of her pride if someone found her in this state. Even if I already had.

I couldn’t forget the fact that this was Daveenah Willow. She had tried so hard over the years to make my life hell. She was a bitch. She always had some comment to make about my life, or what I was doing. I couldn't help but think, If this had been me crying in the bathrooms, Daveenah would have been standing there laughing at me, before dashing out and spreading the news of 'Sienna Scott's journey into madness.'

I bit my lip and looked up, Daveenah was still staring at the ground, a guilty blush crossing her pale cheeks, and she had obviously guessed what I had been thinking.

“I’m really sorry. I know I'm a bitch.” she trailed off, pausing to pull up her tube top, which didn’t help conceal much at all anyway. “But I guess that was pretty sudden.”

I nodded my head in agreement, picking my bag up off the bathroom vanity and slipping it onto my shoulder. “Yeah.”

"I'm sorry."

I stamped my foot slightly, in frustration. “No. You can't say sorry until you tell me what just happened."

Daveenah looked at me quizzically. “What just happened?”

I almost rolled my eyes, but stopped myself. It seemed like the old Daveenah was back. “You know what.”

Daveenah gave me a pleading look, and for a second I thought she would burst into tears again, but instead she turned around and began to unlock the door.