To Make up For Lost Time

She laughed, loud and fake, at something Chasity said about Sex and The City, doing an awful impersonation of Sarah Jessica Parker. Even thought they were best friends (or besties as Chasity called them) she still had to eat the grains out of the mule bag Chasity had latched onto her head to get Chasity to even think about putting her back on the team.

Cheerleading was one of her latest aspirations. She even made a page in her dream book. She planned out everything that was going to happen. In fifth grade, when Bianca first started making the dream book, she decided that was when she was going to get her first kiss. Her better-looking boy friend (it's separate for a reason) was her target. She left a 'secret' note in his locker asking him to meet her under the giant blue slide. She knew he'd refuse to go under the purple slide (which was an ideal locations), but sacrifices had to be made. He met her there and he barely got out a greeting, poor child, when Bianca came up and gave him a full, sloppy one right on the lips. He kissed back for a second then pulled away and wiped his lips with his sweatshirt sleeve. It was good enough for her.

She told her dad all about it after he spotted the dream book lying on the table, and asked her about it. Kat should in a snide remark throwing in the words 'cooties' and 'crabs' whenever possible. Bianca didn't quite know why Kathryn was referring to crabs because they weren't in the sand pit. Bianca's dad was so upset with his youngest daughter swapping spit with the same kid who said he wanted to be a black jack dealer when he's older, he became even more protective and paranoid to the point where they moved to a new school. Which so happened to be the one she was sitting in right now.

The cafeteria/courtyard seemed even more crowded than usual. She sat right in the middle of the courtyard so everyone has access to the latest gossip. She was sitting next to some slut named Courtney who would look a lot better without all of the dark eye liner that made her look like a raccoon. Guys call her something along the lines of 'The Sexy Bandit', but Bianca didn't get it. She went for the wholesome look – she was forced to. Her dad would go ballistic if she got her ears pierced, let alone her belly button. Some guys liked how she was though. Like Jake.

He was such a sweetie and nothing less than gorgeous with his high, defined cheekbones and shiny eyes. He was chiseled with a six pack and enough muscles on his arms to let you know that he's working out, but not to the point where he could get a third head. Jake was sitting beside Bianca and diagonal from Chasity. He had his arm around her waist, pulling them a little closer. It was cozy, but it didn't feel right. Bianca's thoughts were somewhere else and she did not even notice when the ball rang. She got up hastily, leaving her tray there, and scampered off to next period – Language.

Language was living hell. Bianca could hardly stay awake long enough to catch what the homework was. It had to do with something about an essay or maybe a story. Who knows? All she wanted to do was sleep, at least through that class. Her teacher, Mr. Rosado, was at least sixty-five and smelly. He was nothing compared to her attractive math teacher, who was recently taken to jail for having 'relations' with an underage student.

Bianca slumped out of the room when the bell rang, dragging her feet all the way to her locker. It was dysfunctional and the combination had to be put in at least five times before it finally opened. She shut her locker door just in time to see Cameron walking down the hallway with his creepy friend, Benji was trailing behind them, looking at Cameron's ass as it swished back and forth. Her breath hitched as she smelled his Axe as he came by. It must have been the blue one; he knows how much she loves it.

That was probably the most contact they had had in days. Ever since the party, he had been avoiding her like the H1N1 (swine flu) and she had been starting to miss him. Bianca was certain he didn't love her, he was drunk on spiked watermelon. She was positive he had no idea what he was talking about, but somewhere in back of her mind she knew the truth. The thing was that she always pushed that thought back once it came to mind. Cameron was so sweet and he'd need an even sweeter girl. Not someone like her, who would totally walk all over him from time-to-time. They are in different places of the social pyramid; she was in the monarchy (well... almost) and he was a squire obeying their every word.

"Maybe I should do something he wants to do more often." Bianca thought thought blissfully as she walked to her next class. It wasn't a bad idea; it was actually an improvement to most of her thoughts, but he wouldn't even talk to her.

If only he knew...

-x-

Bianca walked over to her sister's clunker's usual parking place, but when she didn't see it she got a little freaked.

"Shit," she mumbled. She forgot Kat and 'That Thug' had a date tonight, and they must be taking his motorcycle.

"Stupid boys," she thought. "They are just one big distraction."

"Bianca!" she heard someone call her name. She turned around and saw Miss Fredrickson. Bianca waved slightly then turned around again.

"Do you need a ride home?" she asked, screaming across the parking lot, making her voice reach two octaves higher than any humans voice should be.

"No, I'm walking today," Bianca reasoned.

"But, you'll ruin your shoes!" she said in horror, looking at Bianca's ninety-four dollar pumps.

"I'm breaking them in still."

"Okay," Missy said turning back to a group of wannabes. Bianca was once one of them, but had no intention whatsoever of going back. She walked out of the school lot onto the side walk, but it didn't lead to her house. It was kind of spur-of-the-moment, but she had to see Cameron or she knew something would die between them.

-x-

To be continued...