To Call My Own

Chapter Two

"Every detail." Piper commanded over the phone. I rolled my eyes, already knowing that I would have to drag each part of the ordeal out into one incredibly detailed, incredibly boring story.

I had only made it home for ten minutes and then on cue, my phone began to buzz. While I loved Piper to death, her constant need-to-know spirit exhausted me at times. Running over every small detail and little moment wore a girl out.

"Well, you can tell Logan I won't be needing a team jersey after all." I sighed through the phone, bracing myself for the outburst that was bound to happen.

"WHAT?" Piper exclaimed just as I had previously predicted. "That bad, eh?" She asked. Her tone was more even now and ready for all the juicy details that were to follow.

"Not good, Will didn't even show." I replied, trying to brush it off. But Piper knew me much better than that.

"And then what?" She further questioned, her voice sounding as if it hung on my every word.

"That's it. Nothing else happened." I answered her, hoping my lie didn't show through my voice. The truth was, I didn't feel like explaining everything with the mystery guy from Northside at the moment.

"You're such a terrible liar, Mila. I know you better than that." She responded. And she was right. When you spend eleven years with someone, you tend to know everything about them.

"Okay okay, you're right. After the movie, this guy saw me alone and came to talk. And I found out he goes to Northside." I told her, making my tone as even and nonchalant as possible.

"Oh my gosh!" She squealed. I pulled my phone away from my ear, so as not to loose hearing. "I must know everything about him." She added.

So I spent the next half hour of my life telling Piper all about West, which was zip but we managed to stay on that topic for the rest of the call. Piper read much more into the situation than I had dared to. I can't even imagine what a sight I must have been. A girl crying, alone, in a theatre after possibly one of the worst super hero movies ever created. No wonder he came and talked to me, I'm sure I stood out like a sore thumb.

But maybe they're were more motives than showed on the surface. Maybe he saw me as more than a girl that got stood up, maybe he saw me as a potential friend.

Whatever the case was, he was the sole reason my night was a total depressing disaster. And I found myself thinking about our short conversation as I drifted off to sleep.

All too soon, the alarm on my phone sounded, startling me and pulling me out of a deep sleep. As I began to wake up, a terrorizing thought hit me. School. That alone was enough to ruin a perfectly good morning.

While I was in grade 12, the days couldn't go any slower. And I was counting down the minutes to graduation. I couldn't wait until I didn't have to deal with pain in the butt teachers, chaotic classes and stupid students. The month of May would be a welcome sight.

Once I had gotten out of bed, finally, I pulled on a white shirt, jeans and red and black buffalo plaid flannel along with vans. I wasn't much for putting on a show with my appearance with school. What you saw was what you got. I never saw the point in spending hours on end with curls and makeup if it's all going to wash off in few hours. Piper didn't quite see it that way.

Her beautiful sun kissed mocha skin never ceased to look like it was glowing. And her tight, raven curls always look flawless yet effortless, although she had informed me of the elaborate hair routine several times. And her full lips and dark eyes were always adorned in tasteful makeup. I always envied the looks of my stunning friend.