My Best Friends Brother (Ch.5)

The morning following that phone conversation, as I was getting ready for school, my hands were practically shaking from exhaustion. I had been up all night worrying if Shane had heard the conversation that was yet to cause a huge problem.

As I boarded the bus, I looked for the usual girl I sit next to, Yasmin, but she was nowhere in sight. The only open seat was next to the 'goth' girl in our school, Xena. I sighed as I sat down.

She looked at me with mortification.

"Why don't you move somewhere else, Heather?" she said through gritted teeth, just loud enough for other people to hear.

"Oh, shut up. Go suck some blood." I half said-yelled back to her. That hit the spot.

Xena slapped me across the face. All the passengers gasped, but our old, wrinkly bus driver didn't notice. Thank God.

For once, nobody did not have anything to say. 

"Slap me again, Xena, and I'll rearrange your face." I cried. Actually cried. Xena smirked.

I haven't cried since fourth grade. I thought, feeling my cheek.I looked at my fingers.They were black from the mascara running down my cheeks. Over the handprint. Over the soft,silky skin of my face.

But, that slap did knock some sense into me. I know what I'm going to do now.

The rest of the bus ride, I had my head in my hands. Everybody thought I was crying, but actually, I was smiling, so hard that my face hurt. As if it wasn't already. I laughed at my own joke. I was smiling at the plan that was forming before my very eyes.