Lavender

LAVENDER'S POV I sighed and rubbed both of my hands, not because of feeling cold but because of my hands getting cold. Our school bell rang, and everyone started getting loud again as they do their favorite things. Girls gossip in the hallways while flickering their eyes to someone they like to make out with. Boys play either their balls, warming up for the school's basketball tournament, or just making themselves cool for the girls who are absolutely head over heels towards them. I shook my head and blew a loud breath, for I don't know how many times I did it again. And I don't have any reason just to be chill about the thing that I have been hiding from my best friend. The great charmer Jada Fraser, my best friend. The girl who has been sticking with me since our childhood. Me and Jada's parents are both excellent family friends back then, and it also happened that the Frasers is my family's closest neighbor, so me and Jada. We just clicked and became best of friends to each other. While I am the one who's totally spoilsport, Jada is the one who's always ready with everything. Jada is the complete opposite of me. And I really think it's our personalities that made us both closer together. She balances my life as I also do the same to hers even though lately has been the busiest times because of our school projects. She messages me the highlights of her day while she's always updated on how things are going with mine. Jada is the best friend I have ever had. That's why I'm so scared and anxious about what Jada will react once I dropped the bomb on her. We are inseparable, but I just wish that my secret will never be the reason why Jada will go away from me. I wish she's not going to be disgusted, like how my Mom reacted when I told them that I'm no ordinary girl. I did not know that this will ever happen, and I totally don't have any idea that I will be like this. A girl who finds the school's most valuable player cute. Well...The idea will make everyone thinks that it's normal because I'm at my eighteenth age. A girl who's after puppy love or high school romances, but I'm not. I totally am not after it. Because what's making me more serious right now is the fact that I can also be attracted to a girl. Not because I like something to a girl that is making her attractive to me but because I really have real feelings for her. That's it. My secret that I've been hiding from my best friend. That I am a bisexual. I have been hiding it for months since I started having a little crush on one of my classmates, Princess. There's always a time that I think Jada is getting suspicious because of the way I train my eyes on our class's muse, but Jada never asks. Maybe because she's thinking I'm just seeing Princess as our classmate or that she's just waiting for me to say something that makes me feel so guilty. I am also scared but keeping secrets from my best friend, who has been true to me. I feel so guilty to the point that I might get Jada upset because she's been having a friend who's bisexual. Maybe my fear is coming from how society sees the likes of me, but maybe I'm also wrong to judge Jada as being hypercritical. Jada has never been a judgemental person. Ever. But keeping secrets from Jada, making me a horrible best friend from her, I am the one who deserves to be judged. But being judged because of what I am, is also where Jada is put to the test. I trust Jada, even if she's sometimes annoyingly active. Nevertheless, who knows what might happen. "Hey..." I was pulled out of my reverie as the owner of that smooth but somewhat mischievous voice stood in front of me. Hands in the pocket of his skinny jeans, he smiled, making my brows knotted. Who is he? "Yes?" I asked. Not adding the previous question I had in my mind. The boy in front of me stood maybe six-foot-high, wearing a pullover hoodie with the printed words balls is my life in it. He has this curious but amused look on his face as he also stares back at me. "You're Lavender... right?" he asked as he settles down in the seat next to me. I adjusted away from him on my seat as I saw instantly that he's going to lean his elbow on my desk, making him uncomfortably close towards me. "Yes, I am," I answered as I can feel my eyes freakily bulging because of the strange boy's sudden action beside me. This strange boy is making me uncomfortable. Even if he has this cute smile that I think can actually make some girls swoon, he is still a stranger to me. He is wearing our school ID, making me know that somehow, he's a student here. The fact that he's a student in our school made me relax a bit because this strange boy has a bad intention towards me. Him, being a student here, makes me easily report him. "Who are you?" I asked, looking at him curiously as he casually sits on my classmate's seat. "And why are you looking for me?" I added. "My name is Larry," he said, introducing himself as he gestures his hand forward for a handshake. "Larry Jones." I did not take his hand. Even if I look rude by not doing so, I will not still take his hand. His intention of coming near to me is still unknown. I don't even know him to act nicely. And I don't know if I'm just assuming because I can see that he's up into something. The curiosity and amusement in his eyes tell me that he's not just some stranger who's looking for a friend. This, Larry Jones is up to something. And I'm going to find out what it is.