As I stood in front of my sister's room, I could hear the argument that she was having with whoever she had in there.
I contemplated for a considerably long amount of time whether to knock on her door or to head straight to my room.
The longer I was there, the more I picked up on the voice. Now why was there a guy in her room.
"What the hell Kim?" I heard the guy shout and now I think I know too well who it was—Adam, now what was he doing in her room.
"Look, I get that we were both drunk but of all the place to go to, my house!" She said and before I could make a run for it, the door was swung open and I came face-to-face with my crush turned bully turned nemesis. "What's the matter, you should leave now. You don't want to be here when Mikayla gets home," she told him. At least she remembered my animosity towards him. She accompanied her words by coming to stand behind him. Obviously she didn't know I was there, but I could still see what she's wearing.
And you might also take a wild guess what she was wearing and you'd have gotten it correctly, so allow me to borrow his words, WHAT THE HELL KIM?
As I grew up, I always had this small circle of friends. Don't get me wrong, I was very good at socialising and even blending in with people no matter how weird or sophisticated they turned out to be.
So as I looked between my sister and Adam, I had a lot of thought running through my head.
Keep in mind that Kim was one of the two people I tell everything. And yet, she just had to end up in bed with my worst enemy.
I know right?
You probably guessed that she was wearing a mascot.
I've been really tired these days, I mean who doesn't when they spent four whole months reading for their finals. Yeah, you got that right, four good months wasted for an anticipated results. Well, it actually paid off because I was called to one of the most prestigious school, Cadroger, in my hometown, Stradbridge.
So today was the day I went to the college for the orientation I would have very well ditched but my very orderly father wanted me to queue up in an unending line of fellow freshmen.
After what felt like an eternity, it was my turn. As I entered the office, the professor or so I think looked me with a scrutinizing gaze that made me a tad bit uncomfortable, "sit," he said pointedly and I could hear a bit of disapproval in his voice.
"Mikayla Wahlberg, right?" He asked looking down at a paper.
"Y-yes," I gave myself a mental check, was something wrong with my dressing? I was wearing a long sleeve blue dress that reaches my ankle with a flat blue heel which is no where near my usual style, but they say first impression matters.
I've always had this thing that if I was not comfortable in what I was doing or even wearing as the case may be, a short gaze from someone could make me feel underdressed or even worse —shatter my self-confidence.
"Freshman , I see. Go outside to the left, you'll see some other fellow students there.
All I'm saying is that, the day was already going as bad as it could get and yet...
A certain Kimberley thought that a lot of icing wouldn't further ruin an already ruined cake - I think that's how the saying goes.
I obviously skipped the dorm part, dad said it was better to live at home with my family when the year was just starting and I was acquainting myself with the new surrounding , just like Kimberley. The rest of the time in the university was a blur and I made my way back home. My first interaction with a professor wasn't so good so I decided to have a talk with my sister about it.
"Mikayla, I can explain. This is not what you think it is," Kim's voice snapped me back to reality. She was now wearing an actual top and a short trouser, when did she do that?
But the thing is I was not going to listen to what she had to say or explain, that's her problem not mine. I mean, how often does the older sister do the explanation, that's just how guilty she was.
I turn around and made my way down the hall to my room. Behind me, I could hear her shouting at him and their footsteps were getting closer but regardless, I won't stop, not this time. I walked faster and locked my door sitting down on the bed.
I won't cry, not now, not ever.
^^^Highschool junior year^^^
The bell rings and I stuff my things into my bag, the teacher was barely out of the class when I go out.
"Hey, wait up!" Alice called out. I turn sharply glaring at her.
"Where are you going like that," she rests her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm going to miss him," I looked at her hoping she'll understand who I was talking about.
After crushing on him for a week, I finally got the courage to tell him how I felt, against my best friend's approval.
As if I needed her approval to start dating a guy.
"Adam?" She made a retching sound, looking at me weirdly. "I suggest we go home instead."
Just the thought of my bestie and soon to be boyfriend not getting along made me angry. But as she said those words, I felt the anger in me rise and double as I turned to look at her, "if you are not supporting me then you don't need to come." I stalked away but she ran after me.
I told him in a letter and he suggested to meet up to give me an answer. He was so confident— and that was the many things I liked about him.
"Okay, I'm sorry. You know I'll always support you, right?"
As we arrived at the laboratory where he told me to meet him, Alice stopped, "do I stay here or we go in together?" She didn't even hide the fact that she hated him.
"Stay right here," she nodded as I moved forward to open the door but as I did, a bucket of cold water came pouring down on me, then the bucket followed, making me loose my balance.
I lay on the floor soaked and my vision blurry. "Mikayla, are you alright?" Alice's voice broke my trance, "what the hell was that!" She exclaimed.
"Why do I feel like he did this", she said as I dried myself in the girls' bathroom.
Truth is, Alice never saw Adam in good light, she just went along with it because she saw how hard I was crushing on him. But this? This was pure accusations with no base or root.
"Why would you say such," I snapped at her. I hadn't meant to come out like that but I wasn't going to apologize, not with what she was insinuating.
"Do you really think it's a coincidence that someone arranged this prank at the time you were supposed be there. And it just so happened that he chose to meet you at that lab, of all the places in this school?"
"Now you're crossing the line. You can't just bring down your oh so master plan on how to do someone dirty and say he did it."
"He didn't even show up, isn't that so uncanny," she tried to reason with me but that didn't make sense. Why would he call me there if he didn't want to see me.
"We weren't there long enough to conclude that he didn't come. Stop pinning every bad thing to the innocent guy, not every one thinks like you!"
She looked at me, the pain flashing in her eyes. That did NOT come out right. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it, without a word, she turned around and left.
I felt my knees weak and slumped to the ground, she did not deserve that. She might have crossed the line and said bad things about Adam but I shouldn't have said that to her, at least not to my best friend.
What if she was right?