Dark hearts
James had been staring at me for quite sometime now.
“What?” I ask, wiping my face, afraid there’s something on it.
“How can someone as beautiful as you have such a dark heart?” He asked, still not taking his eyes off me. I sighed and sat beside him on his bike.
James Smith is my Dad’s best friend’s son, from showers and baby steps to jails, we have been together through it all. He is literally, the only person I trust my life with. 6′3, gray eyes, brown wavy hair, muscular bad boy sure charms his way into girls hearts. Not that he has to try. But sometimes, just sometimes, SOMETIMES (please do note the sarcasm), he’s so annoyingly dramatic. Like right now.
I passed my doughnut to him. That was what he was fussing about.
“You’re the best, B” he said, giving me a quick hug and immediately savouring his doughnut. I mean mine.
I roll my eyes at him. That was his nickname for me. B. Out of all those alphabet letters he could have called me, he had to chose B. when he had called me that for the first time, we were both six years old arguing about who gets the remote, I stood up, hands on my hips ready to pick a bone with him, thinking he had forgotten my name for B had nothing to do with Malka Harrison, but, after a while he told me thoughtfully,
“See Mal, you confuse me. Sometimes you are a bitch and sometimes you are a babe. Sometimes you are both. So I thought why not just call you B? That way you can figure it out by yourself which B you are at that time. It can be Barbie, batman, bitch, beautiful, baby or anything” he finished his speech extending his arms to emphasize the word ‘anything’. I silently made my way back to him, deep in thought. It took me two days to finally agree to his argument.
Zella snatched the doughnut from James hands and finished it all by herself. James was pouting at her. “Back off little one, she’s mine” said Zack draping his arms across Zella’s shoulder.
“Bad people” James pouted as we all laughed.
“Where’s Rhea?” I asked
“When has she ever been early?” Questioned John.
“I know rig---” James was cut off by the arrival of a new red mustang into the parking lot.
“Woah” muttered Zella and John together. Others just looked too stunned to utter a word.
“New student” said John. Of course.
I recognized it too because no one had ever dared to park in that spot before. It was mine. Reserved for me, even when I don’t bring my car to the school. Zella raised her eyebrow at me.
The brunette who got out of the car, stood inches shorter than me, she wore a red plaid skirt and a black t shirt pairing it with black heels. There was something very familiar about her. Instinct told me to watch out for her. I was pulled out of my thoughts as John called me.
“Yeah?” I asked
“What? Not going to fight? ” asked Zack.
I smirked at him. ” you can’t force someone to fear you, it has to come naturally and it will eventually as she learns about me” I said.
“Wow B wow. There’s a speech contest going on, you sure you don’t want to take part?” Asked James in mock surprise.
I smacked his head. Everyone laughed while James was muttering something about ‘dark personalities’ and ‘dark hearts’.
“Cmon guys lets get to class, it’s getting late anyways” said Zack.
“See ya later ” I waved goodbye at them because none of them are in my first class. Physics. Well, good morning to you too.
Well, Aaron is in. Why not have some good fun while I’m at it? I chuckled to myself and made a mental plan as I entered room 309.
