I groaned as Sloan and I made our way to first period. All the way here, I kept dozing off. Not to mention I almost left the house in my pyjamas.
You know the kind, the super fuzzy pants, with the matching shirt? Mine has unicorns. Granted I do look fabulous in them, I would be a bit embarrassed.
"You look exhausted." Sloan said coyly. I could tell she was going to have fun with this.
"That's because I am." I'm not going to lie, I become bit of a bitch when I'm tired. But I'd like to think I'm not that much of a bitch. That's just wishful thinking.
"That's usually what happens when you rock the bed all night."
I looked at her incredulously, before slapping her arm playfully. Once again groaning as we got to art. Taking our normal seats. I was actually happy though, I would get to see Skye again. We actually became great friends last night. Not as good of friends as Sloan and I, but we still got pretty close. I knew a lot more about her now than I did before.
Ms.Haggit just put an assignment on the board and went back to behind her desk. One day I swear, she's either gonna get fired, or she'll quit. One could hope.
"So, did you guys really stay up all night? Just talking?" Sloan questioned, narrowing her eyes as she looked me over.
"Yes Sloan. Just because you're alone with someone doesn't mean you have to sleep with them." Laughing she slapped my arm.
"Megan." She said suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"Don't get too close." Sloan warned. Another thing anyone should know about Sloan, is she is highly protective. So I knew where this was heading. Since both Skye and I were people she cared about, she would be giving this advice to both of us.
"I know."
"No, I mean, don't. Don't date her. I don't care if you like her, but don't date her. Y'all would probably end up falling hard for each other, then something would happen, and one of you would get hurt."
I looked at her for a moment before shaking my head. "Ok, I won't."
"Promise me."
"I promise, Skye and I are only friends."
"Thank you."
"Anything for you."
Why did it hurt saying this?
**********
"Superman is so better than batman!" Skye defended.
School just ended, but Sloan was stuck in another meeting for cheer, so she prompted for me to ride with Skye. In which we got into a heated discussion about the batman vs. Superman movie. Which lead to me very passionately claiming my love for Batman.
"No way!" I challenged. "Batman is like a whole other level of awesome!"
"What even? Batman doesn't even have any real powers!"
"Exactly! And the fact that he's able to do half the stuff he does without any powers, just goes to prove how amazing he is." I felt my argument was valid.
"Well, can he shoot lasers out of his eyes?"
"No....."
"Then he's not awesome. He's mediocre." Gasping at her words, I rolled my eyes. She obviously didn't even read any of the original comics. Hell, even watching the movies would help.
"OK, but what about the fact that Clark Kent's people, could literally shoot lasers from their eyes, yet their planet still blew up."
"How else were they supposed to shape his background? Have some alien robber come along and shoot his parents with a ray gun?"
"First of all, it was a mugger."
"Same difference!" She proclaimed in a fit of laughter. Finally pulling into their familiar driveway. Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I hopped out and followed Skye through the front door.
"Batman still wins!" I gloated. Watching as she walked up to the fridge, and pulled out two sunny-d's, tossing one over to me. Wow, this is new. Skye usually never, and I mean never, shares her sunny-d.
"Oh please, he wouldn't stand a chance if he didn't have that kryptonite and you know it."
"Still.....he's bad ass." I insisted. I admit, she had me there, but I still thought Batman was awesome.
"So, whens Sloan supposed to get out of her meeting or whatever?" Skye questioned, pulling herself up onto the island.
"Around six I think."
"Cool."
We fell into a comfortable silence, just staring at each other. But I couldn't help but think about what she told me last night. I didn't want to bombard her with questions and make her feel uncomfortable or anything, but I couldn't help it now. Part of me felt I should just leave it, and let her tell me in her own time, but others thought she would never truly be ready to talk about it. Plus, I am very nosy.
"Skye......" She seemed to break out of some sort of trance, as she smiled before answering.
"Yeah?"
"About last night......"
She seemed to physically cringe at my words, but she tried playing it off. I knew this would make her feel uneasy, but I wanted to talk about it. I felt like I needed to.
"Megan, we don't have to talk about this....." She mumbled, looking down at the ground. I moved forward to lean against the counter across from her. I looked her over, before treading carefully.
"Skye.....we did have a deal...." I said softly.
"Fuck, I figured you would've forgotten by now."
"I didn't." I insisted.
"It was a long time ago."
"And I'm here now."
"That's not enough."
I cocked my eyebrow, confused for a second before it hit me. She's scared. She think I'll leave. That once she opens herself up to me, I'll run the other way. I wouldn't do that. I would stand with her through anything. All the low moments, and high moments. The good, the bad. That's what friends do, right?
"Skye, I'm not going anywhere."
"That's what they all say."
"Haven't you learned I'm not like everyone else?"
She chuckled softly before finally looking up at me. "I guess I have."
"So, isn't that enough?"
"I don't know, Megan." She said, hopping down from the island, she paced around the kitchen a bit. "Its not that easy."
"What's not that easy?"
"Me trusting you."
She doesn't trust me? Well, that's understandable, she's been through a lot. But so have I. I just need to make her see she's not alone.
"Last summer..." I started, I avoided her eyes, 'cause I knew if I looked into them I wouldn't be able to continue, "last summer, my boyfriend, or I guess he's my ex-boyfriend, took me to a party." She looked confused, but didn't try to interject so I just continued, "it was a college party. We were celebrating him getting into early admissions. And the fraternity he wanted to join, were throwing this rager for future pledges. So, he talked me into going." I glanced at her, her stormy grey eyes looked softly at my face, I looked back at the ground.
"Once we got there...." I nearly choked as the memories came flooding back, this was the first time I've talked about this since I first ever told Sloan. "Once we got there, he got me a drink. I only realized it had something in it after a few cups, because I felt dizzy and faint. He took me upstairs, to the frats presidents room....." I wiped the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. "I tried to say no......but, Evan, he....he just sat in the corner. Watching. And all I remember, was waking up in the morning, crying in agony. Everything hurt. I felt dirty. Tainted. Used. I cried for an entire day. My dad was so worried he called Sloan. When she came over......I told her. She was vivid. But, all I wanted in that moment was to be held by my best friend."
When I finished, Skye didn't looked pissed as I first expected her to look. No, she looked more ashamed than anything. Guilty more than anything. Stepping forward, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closely into her.
"Megan......" She said pulling away.
"No, you don't have to say anything. I just told you, because I trust you." I said before heading up to Sloans room. I felt exhausted. It took a lot out of me telling her.
But at the same time, I felt so relieved. It was like, it was easy to talk to her.
I guess we did become close friends. A part of me thought I was actually developing feelings for Skye. But I just pushed it aside.
Even if I did have feelings for her, I made a promise to Sloan.
And I keep my promises.
No matter how hard it may be.
Or how much it hurts knowing we won't ever be more than friends.