SURRENDERING MY INNOCENCE!…(2)

12th January

It was Mia, the school's bully.

She had bullied me throughout our junior days, and now she was here to do what she always did. Somehow, Jordan always came to my rescue, and I was grateful she was here to protect me.

Things got even worse after she had a sexual relationship with Jordan. After getting dumped, she somehow blamed it all on me, insisting I had talked Jordan into dumping her.

"Back the hell off, Mia! “ Jordan hollered. Her slightly laced baritone voice, re-echoing with a hard bounce.

The path was now cleared, revealing all five of us—Mia's two minions included—just at the center of the hallway. Other students stood around. While the junior students hesitated off to class. Stealing hurried glances back at the drama as they went.

"I see, savior of the galaxy," Mia mocked. Prompting her other minions to smile alongside.

"Hand the scaredy cat over to us, Jordan," she said, pouting at me, her chin tight. I disappeared behind Jordan, my heart pounding violently, uncontrollably.

"Scram, Mia. I won't say this again," Jordan says with a loud resounding punch into her other palm. Her eyes bloodshot, fixed on Mia and her minions.

They finally got the message and backed off. backs turned towards us as they went off . Their mini uniforms swung along their hips as they walk through the hallway . Students give way because they carried themselves so highly like they owned the school.

Many hours later, after school dismissal, I was seated by the pavement, my shoe knocking into the interlock, in a crowd of emptiness. With no other student left within the premises but me and Jordan, who volunteers to wait behind until mom came to pick me up. My face is burning with a scorch.

The last car drives past us, Mia is sitting comfortably behind at the passenger's seat, her driver behind the wheel.

She waves as they drive past us, in their SUV, teeth glistening white. Jordan waved off a middle finger at them into the air, following my blatant disregard of her gesture. My fist now aching from how tightly I had it clenched.

"I'll drive you home, Ana. I'm not sure Mrs. Clint will be here anytime soon," Jordan says face tightening in concern.

I bit my lips hard. My clenched fist pressed tightly into it, like it was somehow going to contain my anger.

Mom had left me in school too many times. And it made me angrier that she is once more. It annoyed me that I was almost certain she was with one of her lovers. What infuriated me even more was the realization that she was never going to make up for this.

Ever since dad left, It has been one sexual escapade to the other. It was almost like I didn't even exist. I kiss my teeth loudly.

"Let's go, Ana," Jordan coos. Pulling me up to my feet by my arms. I follow in the direction of her pulling. Wiping off a cold trail of tears falling from a pool of tears in my eyes.

She opens the door before me, then guided me inside by my waist.

I heave a loud sigh, my eyes blinking loudly, trying to catch the pool of tears agitating at the side of my eyes.

"I'm really sorry, Ana," Jordan says as we drive off. Her eyes darting between my face and the road. I say nothing. My eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back my tears. I just want to get home, go into my room, and cry my chest free.

Get out my diary and write all about this horrible day. I know I hoped for an exciting day before leaving for school. But again I had met with tough luck. According to my diary, this day could or could not end up nicely, and of course the curse worked out easily instead of the other.

This wasn't the first time my day sucked this badly . It was almost like I would be repeating a previous day. Once more. Reenacting the curse of the twelfth day of January. But still, I couldn't stop holding on to the hope that this day would end a good day.

"Would you rather I take you to mine or drop you off at home?" Jordan says, eyes escaping my piercing stare.

"Just take me home, Jordan," I spit. Sliding lower into my seat, strapped tightly by the hugging seatbelt which suddenly feels like a double hammerlock.

I hear her swallow. Hard. While slapping into the steering wheel. Her slightly defined biceps shooting out of her sleeves. Highly defined jawline arcing sharply as the transient flashes of car headlights flashed in them. She lived completely far off my neighborhood, but somehow she didn’t mind taking me home.

My eyes roamed her entire body. And somehow I noticed how attractive she was, confident. Sitting behind those wheels, right hand up on the steering wheel, navigating, and left hand pressing firmly into her pants.

I felt a sudden warmth run through my thighs, one which I could hardly explain.

I shut my eyes. Trying to give a meaning to it, that way it would be less effective and make my body less responsive to the nasty thoughts now tipping over my head.

"I'm sorry about Mia," Jordan says again, cutting me off my thoughts. Her eyes fixed on the road. Voice slightly husky.

"I know she comes at you because of me. I never intended for that to happen to you, Ana. You know you mean the whole world to me."

I freeze. My eyes widening. I could feel my lips suddenly burning from the words that slipped off hers. I blinked a number of times, her words resounding in my ears.

"What do you mean?" I say, holding my breath. Lips trembling as I struggle to recite her words to her. "I mean the world to you? Explain that," I conclude. Voice shooting with a soprano that made my voice sound a little lighter than usual.

She looks at me, tilting her head slightly to study the entire confused expression sitting grossly over my bare face. I stare right back, my gaze holding hers firmly, for longer than we had ever locked eyes for.

A sudden tension holds the car to ransom, with a sudden husk of warmth and heat beating the cool breeze.

Dear diary,

What is this I feel in between my thighs?

I shouldn't feel this way for another girl. Let alone my best friend.

If you can hear my thoughts, do something to stop this right now!

Yours truly,

Ana