'I'm comin' over, running every red light. To hell with the closure, save it for another night.'
I sighed, rolling out of bed, and turned up my phone. Trudging myself out of bed, I grabbed a T-shirt and some jeans. Throwing them on sleepily. I guess you could say I really hate Mondays.
They're just so damn slow. And painful. Mostly 'cause either Sloan, or me, or the both of us, were still hungover from the weekend. Then there's the fact that I really can't stand most of the people anyways.
Slipping on my vans, I grabbed my bag and keys, and headed out the front door. Waiting for Sloan to get here. Every morning, Sloan picks me up. We usually stop for coffee on the way. I know, typical white girls, right?
So, color me shocked, when I saw Skye's familiar car come into view. Seeing Sloan motion me to the backseat beside her. Hopping in, I just glanced at her.
She shrugged. "My car broke down. Bummer huh?"
"Yeah."
Looking forward, I saw Skye glance at me from her rearview mirror. I took the time to check her out. Not like check her out check her out. But, notice her. I have a feeling I'll be taking a notice to her a lot more now. I think its because of what we talked about Saturday night. I think it changed the way I look at her. Maybe I'm just intrigued by her.
"Are you ready to see him? I heard he's coming back today." Sloan whispered beside me. She was the only person who knew what happened. I'm starting to think that she's always gonna be the only person I tell things to.
"I honestly don't know. Sloan, what if he tries to talk to me?"
"I'll beat his ass!" Sloan proclaimed. Causing Skye to chuckle up front. "What? You don't think I'm intimidating?"
Skye glanced back at us again. Smirking as she shook her head. "In that outfit? I'm sure all the boys find you oh so intimidating."
Looking over at Sloan I took in her her bright outfit. Her pink tank top, matched with her white booty shorts. It was on a completely different spectrum compared to Skye's outfit. She was dressed in practically all black. Seriously, it was getting harder and harder to believe the fact that they're sisters. They look a lot alike. But they are completely different.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Sloan challenged. It was always very interesting watching as they got into these debates. It was fun watching them playfully belittle each other. All though, there was a time where Sloan apparently went a bit too far, and Skye ended up giving her the cold shoulder for a week. That is until Sloan bought her a massive case of sunny-d from Sam's club. To say the least, Skye wasn't mad anymore.
"I meant, that one little flash of that butt, or your boobs, and they'd all fall to their knees. So, you'd have no problem in beating someone's ass. The problem, is that once your little minions are done doing your dirty work, they'll be crushed. 'Cause you'll must drop 'em and move on." Skye explained, laughing a bit to herself.
"That is so not true!" Sloan tried defending herself. Then broke out in laughter. "You know, actually, it is, never mind."
"Its OK, you're still my sister, so I guess I still love you."
"You guess?" Sloan said laughing.
I just sat back, and let them bicker on the ride to school. It was nice actually. To see Skye joke around like this with Sloan. Though, I did get quite sad about the fact that she'll change as soon as we get there. She'll put in her headphones, and block out the world. She has friends. A small knit group that she surrounds herself with. But, I can tell. She's not really herself around them. Don't get me wrong, she's still a major asshole from what I can see. She's just......different. I never really noticed it till now. But like I said, that talk we had, changed the way I look at her. Its weird. I can't really explain it. Its like a switch went off, and I just....see her. Like, really see her. Which still confuses me, because I don't look at her a lot. I'm always with Sloan. But I still notice her.
What does this mean? Why do I feel like this?
"Megan! Let's go! We're here!" Sloans slightly irritated voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I watched as Sloan sped ahead to get to her locker quickly. Presumably to get her all too famous lip balm.
Rolling my eyes, I hopped out of the back, and trudged towards the all too familiar building. "You alright?" I was startled to hear Skye's voice beside me.
"Um, yeah?"
"For some reason, I'm not convinced."
I rolled my eyes, pulling my bag further up my shoulder. "Why are you suddenly so concerned?"
"I'm not. I just wanted to know if you were on the verge of having a mental break down. You know, so I could avoid having the inside of my baby torn up." She said, twirling her keys around her finger.
"No offense or anything, Skye, but your cars a piece of crap."
She just laughed, walking away, as expected, plugging her headphones in.
Jogging slowly, I walked into my well known high school, and down the hall to my locker. Seeing Sloan leaning against the lockers. Touching up her makeup, while admiring her work in her pocket mirror. "What took you so long?"
"I was just talking to Skye."
"I knew it!" She proclaimed quite loudly. Causing the other few students in the Hall to look over at us.
"Knew what?"
"You're totally into her!"
"Oh, you are so full of yourself."
"And, yet again my dear, you didn't deny it." Sloan joked, as we began the slow painful walk to first period. Thankfully, it was art. And again, thankfully Sloan and I paired our schedules together, so we basically have the exact same classes.
"Sloan, listen as I say this, I am not into your sister. You're my best friend. That'd be like, the ultimate betrayal or something." I explained.
Which, is true. Sort of. Like the fact that Sloan isn't just my best friend. She's like the sister I never had. So, even if in some alternate universe, I did develop feelings for Skye, even though I literally knew nothing about her, and even if by some slim chance, Sloan would be OK with her best friend dating her sister, it would be so weird. It would be so surreal. Even of Sloan would be ok with it, I know some deep part of me would still feel as if I was betraying her. Breaking the trust she had. That would definitely break me. Sloan is the one thing I can't stand to lose in my life.
Walking into the relatively boring classroom, I headed to where Sloan and I normally sat. In the way back, closet to the window. So we could literally spend all period on our phones. Or if you're me, rushing to do homework you neglected to do over the weekend.
I mean, come on, who in the hell assigns homework the first week of school? What kind of bull is that?
Another freakishly odd thing, is that Skye has this class as well. Although she sits all the way on the other side of the room. She never really talks to anyone. Which I sort of figured. She never really does talk to anyone. Not even her quote on quote 'friends.'
Which is another thing I've recently noticed. When shes with them, she Never really says anything. She kinda just nods her head. Or smiles. But its not like a real smile. Its like, she's there, but she's not. You know?
"Sit back, and get started on your pro folios." Ms.Haggit stated from her desk. In other words, sit there and do nothing, while she sits there flipping through art magazines or whatever.
Then, like some twisted luck of fate, the door swung open. And there he stood. Evan. In all his undeniable glory. As much as I hate him, I can't deny the fact that he's attractive. Still, the sight of him makes my stomach twist in disgust. Despite his looks, he still absolutely makes me want to vomit. Even at the thought of him.
"Breathe, babe. Breathe." Sloan said beside me. Squeezing my arm lightly. I know Sloan hates him just as much as I do, possibly even more, but she's still supportive as ever. And again, that's something I love about her.
And, just as if my fate was doomed, his dark eyes found mine. The nerve he had. He actually smiled. Before sitting next to Skye. A sight that angered me for some reason. Though, throughout the class, I was quite happy seeing Skye just glare at him any time he tried to strike up a conversation. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"You're not still into him, are you?" Sloan questioned after a few minutes. She probably noticed my staring.
"No. Not at all."
"Good. I didn't want you to get upset when my sister murders him. She really hates it when people invade her space when she's trying to draw. Its like, a pet peeve or something."
Looking back over at them now, I saw she was right. It wasn't just because Evan was trying to talk up a storm with her. But, rather, her eyes seemingly got stormy and dark whenever he even came close to touching her supplies. I swear, if looks could kill, the world would have one less asshole.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't miss him."
"Same here. I'd just be upset it wasn't me who ripped his head off." She shrugged before continuing, "but then again, I'd be glad."
"Why?"
"Because, let's face it, when I'm actually pissed, I'm no where near as scary as Skye is." Sloan explained with a sigh.
At any rate, I kind of agreed with her. There are times where Skye gets pissed, and could go on an epic rant. Then, other times, she would get dead silent. And honestly, that's where you know you fucked up. Skye is generally a good person, even if she acts as if she couldn't care less. But, I can tell she has her moments.
"I guess." I said, laying my head down. Praying for this class to pass. Sometimes, I like the fact that I think a lot. Maybe a bit too much. But, in a way, its different when I think about Skye. I don't understand it, but it is. Like, this weird sensation flows through me when I think about her. I feel like I know her, even though I obviously don't. It feels different. I'm not being very descriptive I know, but, its....complicated. To say the least.
Then, as if the gods have finally answered my prayers, the bell rung. Dismissing Sloan and I to our second period English. Glancing over at Skye, I saw her glaring directly into Evans eyes. Him standing in front of her. Probably being his same cocky arrogant self. Saying some stupid cheesy thing to boost himself up.
I stood and watched as Evan finally left, leaving Skye to pack her things angrily back into her bag. "I'll meet you in class." I muttered to Sloan as I walked over to Skye. I didn't know what to say to her, but I at least wanted to see if she was ok.
"Hey."
She just looked at me. To say I felt little when her stormy grey eyes met mine was a giant understatement. I stepped back as Skye pushed past me. Putting my hand on her shoulder, I tried to push past the tingles I felt as I touched her, and searched her eyes.
"Are you ok? What did he say to you?"
"Don't do that." She said. Trying to pull out of my grip, but I just pulled her back again.
"Don't do what?"
"Act like you give a shit."
"For your information, I do."
"Oh, cut the bullshit. I'm not one of your little fucking minions, so you can just cut the shit." She seethed, before walking off.
What was that? Did Evan say, or do something to piss her off? I mean, I always knew she was closed off at school, but I mean, I didn't expect this. We weren't necessarily friends, but we got along somewhat. Despite her basically calling me socially crippled. But, that was whatever. I guess I just thought we were starting to get somewhere. Or getting close to getting somewhere.
Waving away any weird thoughts, I just made my way to my English class. Knowing Sloan will throw a fit if I keep her waiting too long. She doesn't wanna give creep john a chance to come onto her again. John was a random weird guy from a few of our classes. He's not a bad guy, he's just really awkward.
"What was that?" Sloan challenged once I got to my seat.
"I just, I don't know, I saw the way Skye looked at Evan, and I just thought, maybe he said something to her." That was the truth. I just didn't know how to feel about it.
"And? What? You just walked up to her, and was like, 'hey, I saw you giving Evan the evil spawn a loom that suggested you wanted to kill him, and I wanted to know what that was about?'" Sloan joked.
"Well, basically yeah."
"Shouldn't have done that." Sloan n groaned beside me, pulling put her notebook. Unlike most of the teachers here, Ms.Williams actually taught, and made it worth paying attention to.
"What do you mean?"
"If I know anything about my sister, its that, it is never, and I mean never a good idea to ask her of she is ok when she is pissed." That was all she said before Ms.Williams walked in and began her lecture.
I couldn't help but close my eyes and let my mind drift back off to Skye. Its so strange. She's like this big giant conundrum, or rubix cube, and I couldn't help but feel excited and nervous at the same time.
I was going to be the person to solve that puzzle. I was going to answer that riddle.
Even if I had to fight like hell.