Fiction/Drama
Assumptions — Senior Year — Chapter Fourteen
Danielle Robertson
I made it to school almost at the same time Shelby rolled in with Reagan riding shotgun. As soon as Reagan stepped out of the car, all eyes and attention were on her, which was an expected standard in our setting. Freshman boys probably had to jerk off in the bathroom after catching a glimpse of the one and only Reagan Alverez. She was beautiful, but I knew the real her, the one who was as insecure as the rest of us. She always played the lead cheer and dancer part perfectly, like she ruled the school, which she did in most facets.
“Hey, sorry.” Shelby playfully bumped me as we walked to the courtyard. “You know how Reg gets.”
“It’s fine.” And really, it was. I didn’t mind the walk. It was peaceful, and I didn’t have to listen to all the bullshit of what was happening this year.
“Ah, c’mon, Dani, don’t be bitchy the rest of the day.” Shelby faked a frown, which she had mastered in her own way.
She and I were sort of sisters, cousins, and partners in crime. Let’s say we always had one another’s backs. Her mom and my mom were besties all through school and past the college years. Shelby’s mom got pregnant with her a year before I was the sperm meeting the egg.
Yeah, kind of gross to think about, you know, parents going at it with one another.
Yep, there went any appetite I got from my early morning walk.
Shelby and I sort of looked alike, almost the same build from years of gymnastics together, same colored hair, except she was keeping the curly locks, whereas I preferred the flat silky look. We wore the same size of clothes and almost the same style of fashion. But like I said, this year, I was toning it down. It was time to be the role model senior that most younger classmen looked up to.
“I’m not bitchy. Reg will always come first. I know that. You know that. And Reagan knows that. No. Big. Fuckin. Deal.”
“Whatever.” Shelby knew when to drop the subject. “Oh, lookie, what a sight to see in the morning.” Shelby did a quick chin jut for me to look up the pathway.
Ayma and Tabby were in the middle of the sidewalk talking to…
Damn, was that Aiden, like Tabby’s little brother, who, believe me, was no longer ‘little.’ He was two years younger than us, but you would never know by looking at him.
‘No. No. No.
No guys this year.
No more rumors.
Nope, keeping it clean this year, Danielle.’
We walked past the group with the usual nasty looks from one another, mainly Shelby to Tabby, which was so immature. We all used to be good friends.
Then, an arm went around my shoulders.
Aiden.
Instead of moving away from him as Shelby did, cause God knows she would never be seen with a younger guy. Nope, I let him rest his hand on me, thinking he might have a chance. Not a good way to start senior year. Five minutes back at school, and I was going against everything I preached to myself all summer long.
