Random Bits of My Brain

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

Aiden admires the strength behind her voice, and a red crawls up his neck at her praise. 

Melissa scoffs, startling those around her. Yvonne's eyes widened as she frantically tried to help her distraught friend. 

Amanda mistakes her reaction as something common, like heartbreak. "I'm sorry, but I can't give up on him. I hope you're not upset."

Melissa breathes a couple quick laughs in succesion, pulling her hand free from Yvonne's roughly, pulling out her perfectly hairsprayed ponytail and running her hands through it a couple times, occasionally pulling and the wavy curls frame her face in a way that made her appear to be an ancient Celtic princess. 

She turns back to Yvonne, Amanda, and the forgotten Aiden. Facing Amanda with her shoulders squared, she replies in that delicate, witty tone, "upset? Psha...I'm wayyyyy past that. I passed upset somewhere along the way in I think 7th...8th grade was it, Yvonne?" At that, she turned to her forever loyal friend and barely took in the pained and caring look in her deep, deep blue eyes before confronting Amanda again, a painful look in her eyes and a cocky arch in her brow. "Have you ever been truly upset? Like I-want-to-kill-myself upset? Where you feel like you don't know what to do next and in your head you're thinking about a way to kill yourself without hurting anyone else? Maybe you'll leave the car running in a closed garage. But what happens if someone else happened upon it and got poisoned? Maybe you'll drink that bottle of nail polish remover or rubbing alcohol... But what if someone finds you in time and you're stuck in a mental institute? Have you EVER felt that way?!" 

By now, Melissa was yelling, and they had already ignored the bell for first period, then the second late bell. 

Breathing deeply, Melissa was about to start again before she felt Aiden's hand under her chin, turning her to him, staring at her with sapphire blue eyes that were filled with regret, pity, past love, and everything that added tinder to Melissa's burning fire. Yanking away from him and furiously rubbing at the exact spot his hand was, the look in Melissa's eyes can only be described as hatred. Pure, black, writhing hatred. 

When Yvonne's hand twined with her clenched ones again, she took another deep breath before facing the bewildered and slowly crying Amanda, who stood in all her glory, face forward shoulders back, eyes open with tears streaking down either eye. 

"I've felt that way before. We moved and I didn't have an anchor. When I found Yvonne," she takes a deep look at her best friend, "I started to stop floating above Earth. I had a tie around my hand that connected to her, and she saved me, but not from myself. That's what Aiden," she flits a quick glance at the all-American quarterback, "accomplished. I was his and he was mine. He is what made me happy and what helped me get over all that has happened, all that I lost. 

"I had people that genuinely loved me by my side, people that cared whether or not I had enough protein that day, people that knew that when I wriggled my nose, it meant I was fighting back tears, people that knew I like to eat bananas in my cereal. 

"But I know that what goes up, must come down." Now Melissa looked anything but that invincible princess from before, her eyes downcast, auburn lashes wet with unshed tears. Lifting her eyes to meet Amanda's pale blue's, she asked in an almost whisper, "does he make you happy with a feeling like helium balloons bumping against eachother?"

This far in, Amanda could only nod with hesitation in her eyes.

Turning to Aiden, her best friend, past lover, and heartbreaker, Melissa asked quickly and concisely, "do you feel the same?"

Aiden, quiet thus far, opened his mouth, closed it and bit his lip, and took a deep breath, before releasing a throaty,"yes."

Eyebrows furrowing with the expected pain, Melissa tightens her grip on the silent Yvonne's hand and gently shook her head. "Then be happy together."

With that, she let Yvonne lead her, not to class, but to her small, blue, Beetle. Behind her, she left a despondent Aiden and a guilt-ridden Amanda, both of whom moved away from eachother as though the former had the Black Plague before being drawn back together and join hands. 

When they turned to the school parking lot, all they saw was a flurry of torn up, half burning, lavender envelopes, the love letter contents half in, half out, and the small puff of smoke from a small, blue, Beetle.

A/N: Soooooo, in stories, like this, the haughty, hot cheerleader is always the antagonist whilst the brave, beautiful nerd still manages to gather love and support from her peers despite her misdeeds. I thought that that should be shaken up, and that instead of the cheerleader having an alternate guy friend by her side that the ex-boytoy gets jealous of, have a loyal best friend who loves them more than the world. Instead of the cheerleader being shallow and not understand pain, have the nerd be the one to be scrambling for foothold. Obviously, if this ever played out, I'd be the nerd and I tend to like to write myself as the heroine, but that could be changed as well so what can you do? If inspiration ever strikes me with a million god**mn arrows, I might just write this out but otherwise, pleaase commet and vote!!!!