Random Bits of My Brain

Upset? Psha...I'm Way Past That...

Amanda walks up to her locker and unlocks it with deft fingers, pointedly ignoring the crude language written on it in a blood red sharpie. As she was pulling out her blue ombre science binder, Melissa and her posse of cheerleaders stalked up, smirks and sneers painted on each perfectly made up face. 

Amanda turns and cocks her head at them. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the student population stopping to "stealthily" watch the showdown between the girlfriend of the quarterback, Aiden, and the supposed mistress.

Smiling a sweet, innocent smile, Amanda politely asks, "may I help you, Melissa?"

Melissa twisted her curly ponytail around her long, thin, elegant index finger and wide-eyedly turned to her most beloved cronie, Yvonne. "Oh Yvonne! The sl*t speaks!"

Being the ever loyal friend, Yvonne fakes the same look and turns to Melissa. "Oh how hard it must be when her mouth is filled with, well you know," she takes a break and tinkles a laugh to her fellow cheerleaders and the onlookers,"lies." As she finished, her eyes took on a glaze quite like that of a mother bear. 

Melissa flicks her auburn-red hair over her shoulder and turns back to face Amanda who took the time to check her history homework, large cat-eye-like glasses slipping down her button-type nose. Melissa huffs angrily before snapping her fingers in front of Amanda's eyes, causing her to blink rapidly, fluttering her short, curly light brown lashes. 

Amanda slowly shuts her binder and tilts her head back up at the obviously disgruntled beauty. "Oh, may I help you?" she repeated sarcastically, mentally calculating the chances of her dealing with Melissa's jealousy, pushing through the crowd, and making it to class on time whilst avoiding Aiden. Mentally sighing at the rates of which are only 30%, she cracks her neck and pulls slightly at the strings on her hoody. 

Melissa stares Amanda in the eye the whole time, wondering what made her so great. When Amanda met her eyes, she was shocked to see that in the redhead's light brown eyes was a pain and confusion so great it drove away her sarcasm. 

"Melissa," she gently intoned, "what's wrong?"

Yvonne catches the exchange and shoos away the onlookers and other cheerleaders. As they slowly dissipated, going either to the cafeteria or library before school starts, Yvonne tangles her fingers with Melissa's, her dark, tan skin contrasting heavily with the fair of the Irish princess's. 

Feeling the support, Melissa flashes Yvonne a quick smile before steeling herself against her bruised pride and tiredly asking Amanda, "why did he choose you?"

Amanda's eyes dropped to the ground, shame washing over her with the power of the ocean's at a full moon. "I don't know." 

"Amanda? Melissa? What's going on? Yvonne?!"

Aiden made his way down the hall to the two striking cheerleaders and the downplayed beauty of the bookworm. As he reached them, his eyes volleyed between the black and copper shield of hair of Amanda and the fierce, broken pair of Melissa and Yvonne. 

"You don't understand," Amanda says softly, her voice having a calming quality, but tinged with a hint of desperation. 

"What don't I understand?" Aiden asked in a panicked voice, not used to seeing the two most important women in his life like this. 

"Shush!" Yvonne glares, her gaze like daggers poking at Aiden.

Amanda shrugs her hair back and gazes pleadingly into Melissa's hurt light-brown-amber ones. 

"Why?" Melissa asks, suspicion highlighted in her voice. 

Amanda breathes deeply, as if gathering more energy for what she was about to say next. "He makes me happier than I've ever been. Before him, I was lost, I didn't know what I was looking for and he helped me find myself again. He helped me create someone I wanted to be. He matters more to me than you'd ever know."