Nuance - Outcast love

Chapter 2

Samantha Landers

I woke up early, it was the first day of school and I didn't want to be late. I was excited, it would be my last year of school and then ... well then go to university and study medicine. Luckily I wouldn't have to go to my high school university, I didn't hate it but I was already completely tired of that environment. There was nothing I wanted more than to get out of that hell. I was 15 years old, studying at the Colegio San Francisco del Paraíso. In Caracas, Venezuela. It was one of the most renowned institutes in the city. There I studied, in addition to the rest of the world, with my neighbor and best friend: Camila Di Salvo, a girl from an Italian family.

I got ready to go to class, in the typical beige chemise uniform and dark blue linen pants. Sometimes I wished that they allow us the girls would wear a skirt, at least it was more feminine. I looked at myself in the mirror and started applying makeup, something natural, I didn't like to overload my face. Cami always said that less was more, that is, less makeup equals prettier. Many said that a natural woman was beautiful, and of course she was, but well made up she was more.

Anyway, I was still talking about my institute: the only thing that tormented me about it was its student population. The girls were gaps, Cami sometimes was; I loved her very much and knew her from the kindergarten that we attended at the same school. The San Francisco was supposed to create mini Einsteins but it also created gaps.

Why gaps? ... because their conversations were completely stupid. Something like: look at my last cell phone, I went to another country on vacation, my mother has a breast surgery, my mother is better than yours, I have more money than everyone, etc., etc., etc. Yes, gaps, it was usually women who did that; but of course, the men were not spared either, although with them the thing was more relaxed.

The other downside to San Francisco was that everyone found out about everything. If you gave your first kiss, you were not done when everyone already knew it; if we had a newspaper it would also be in it. There was no respect at all for the privacy of others; moreover, that didn't even exist. The mothers were even "attractive" than the daughters and all were going to show off in front of the students and other representatives.

Well, I always thought those women were husbandless or menopause had made them feel bad. Otherwise, why would old women flirt with children who could be their sons? Unless they are training their daughters in the art of mass seduction. Anyway, I took my backpack and with my best smile I headed towards the kitchen, my nanny already had breakfast ready; as always, I would eat it in the car.

My father was a civil engineer and my mother was an architect. Both were more out of the country than in, but I did not complain, I preferred to have them somewhat far away, that way I was more independent than usual in a young woman of my age.

- Good morning, nanny! –Well, except for the babysitter who was the perfect mother and father.

- Good morning, little Samy, breakfast is ready.

- Thanks –I gave her a hug and she kissed my forehead-, you're the best.

- Bah, do not overdo it, you little faker.

- Uhg! Don't hit me low so early -I smiled at her and she pressed my cheeks smiling at me.

I grabbed the breakfast bag and headed for my crazy neighbor's home. She was already outside, ultra makeup and flirty. It was strange the fact that two people like us were friends. She was super popular and I was super nerdy. Although the advantages of all that was that nobody bothered me or would be degraded by her in the popularity range. Yes, absurd, but true.

- Samy, my dear! –She gave a few jumps on the spot before hugging me.

- Good morning, Cami, ready to start our calvary?

- Not really -she shrugged and I couldn't help but smile, this girl was impossible-, something tells me that English will get me green gray hair.

- I don't know why you give yourself such a bad life, you know that I always end up helping you.

- Because I don't like depending so much on you -she commented as her cheeks flushed.

- Don't be silly -I smiled at her-, we are friends and we help each other, remember?

- What am I supposed to help you with? -she asked raising an eyebrow.

- In giving me beauty advice.

She laughed out loud and turned on my arm. We went down to the parking lot and got into the Porsche GT3 that my parents had bought exclusively for their only daughter to come to school. Well, this fact that your parents were wealthy was not so funny in some cases, despite everything I considered myself a somewhat simple person. I did not like to flaunt in front of anyone of my trips, nor of everything that I owned, I wanted people to value me for what I was and not for what I had. But apparently the only one doing that was Cami.

We sit next to each other and start having breakfast. I couldn't stop thinking about what my first day of school might bring me. I was excited. The San Francisco wasn't bad at all, its facilities were worth every penny my parents spent on it. You could practice almost any sport. It had a pool, courts of all kinds and of course, its cultural clubs. Cami was in the theater group, she dreamed of being an actress while I ... well, I was on the tennis team.

She never missed my games and I never stopped going to her performances. That's how united we were; she said that I was practically everything she had in her life. Her parents were divorced and she lived with her mother who, not unlike her father, did not pay the slightest attention to her. I smiled and she turned to look at me.

- What? -She smiled-, Did my mascara run?

- No -I laughed-, I was thinking ... don't you think it's incredible that we have been friends for so long?

- No, I really hadn't stopped to think about that.

- Well, it is because like Melody and Ruth - they were two classmates who, like us, had been together since kindergarten - they ended up separating...

- Right!, Sam, I have not told you that and no, do not compare, you and I get along very well –she smiled and looked at me tenderly-. Now, do you know that they separated because Ruth apparently was with Melody's almost boyfriend?

- No, was she really with Ryan? -I giggled as I covered my mouth with one hand.

- They say so -she shrugged-, you know gossip flies there.

- Yes, there is no doubt.

The car stopped and the driver opened the door for us. No one paid attention to the girls who got out of that stunning car anymore, everyone knew us. In fact, they nicknamed us coffee with milk, a nickname that whenever I remembered it, made me crave one with a butter bun and Diablito*.

- What do we have first? -Cami wanted to know, she never looked at the schedule and sometimes I looked like her schedule. I laughed as I remembered our first class.

- English.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, I couldn't help but laugh. She just threw me a lethal look that increased my amusement, then gave me a short kiss on my cheek and, arm in arm, we entered the institution.

We were always the focus of attention. Cami was brunette, green eyes, straight brown hair, and a well-defined body. I, for my part, was of athletic build, a light mongrel color with honey eyes, black and curly hair. Looking better, I would not say coffee with milk, I would say that we looked like a Nucita*.

We headed towards the classroom, ignoring all the eyes that rested on us. It amused us, although I would say Cami more than me. I was not very sociable and less with the boys, she was. She liked parties and all that mess, I was more homemade. Sure, we usually went everywhere together, she didn't really like being alone. Something ironic considering that she was always surrounded by girls, some rabble, but finally surrounded by anything.

I separated from her arm to allow her to enter the room, this was her best moment and I wasn't going to ruin it. She always entered as a queen entered her palace, she could not help feeling like a diva. I smiled to see her walk so flirtatious and elegant in front of me; Camila was beautiful, but best of all, we were each other. The best friends, the greatest lovers and the perfect complement.

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Camila Di Salvo

This institution was something I couldn't get used to. Although I loved being the center of attention of all eyes, at times it was exhausting; I felt like a typical porcelain doll that must remain inert and unbreakable because at the slightest reaction it can break. The problem was not breaking, it was that the rest would take nothing to destroy me, I was afraid.

I looked beside me, there she was, with her beautiful smile full of warmth. Sam was the most important person in my life, my best friend, the most beautiful thing that life had given me. At her side I felt invincible, she was like that super heroine who was to save me from whoever, even from myself. I knew that nothing bad would ever happen to her.

But I was commenting, oh yes, there she was by my side, letting me be the diva she thought I liked to be. I smiled at her and continued on my way directly to the classroom, what I least wanted was to get there, not because of the people, but because of the unbearable class that we had.

I entered with my typical radio model walk, one of those not seen on the large catwalks. My colleagues were as always at the end of the room, the club of the disorderly. I waved at them as I walked towards them.

- Good morning, daughters of the proletariat! - I smiled at them while receiving their hugs.

- Good morning, Your Majesty! -they replied in unison at my joke.

- I will be anxiously waiting for your taxes at lunch, I am eager to eat sweets.

We laughed out loud as we sat down to chat for a while. We always came before the hour to catch up on all the gossip that happened on vacation, the weekend, or whatever had happened outside of class. Sam had stayed in the front row, she never joined the group, she used to think that our conversations were somewhat empty and lacking all common sense or, in my opinion, lacking intelligence for her preference.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched her, her sweet face seemed to have been carved in representation of an angel. Poor man who made her shed a tear, I would take care of making him suffer until reincarnation. She was mine and I would defend her through and through if need be.