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I..I promise Heather

 If I ripped out my hair, would it grow back patchy? Ehh never mind, she's not worth it. 


But as the conversation progressed, I felt my hand creep closer to my head. 


Why Amber are you so frustrated,one might ask? 


And I'd reply back, well who wouldn't be if they're in the process of losing every brain cell in their body. 


And who's the source of you're agony, you ask. 


Heather Ross. 


Yes the most popular girl in our school. Captain of the netball team and straight A student. Also, lets say when it came to the looks department, she didn't strike out. She had every boy in this school wrapped around her delicate fingers. Something about her raven black hair, and sharp features-with honey brown eyes to compliment-just caught the attention of her peers. 


But right now, what I saw in front me was a hot mess. Her hair was disheveled and mascara streamed down her face. It wasn't a very pretty sight. 


And I- her ever so loyal friend-was by her side, giving her comfort. 


Comfort she didn't deserve. 


Why Amber are you being so harsh? You ask. 


Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Heather was going through a break up. Of course I was there with the works. Ice cream, cheap chick flicks and a box of tissues. But see, although her boyfriend broke up with her, it was entirely her fault. 


I looked at her, her words muffled by her hysterical sobs. 


"All" Hiccup," ever did" sniffle," was love him!" And she began to wail again. 

I put a hand to my ears to check for blood. 


Little did she know that I knew that she met every Tuesday and Thursday with Charles Henderson, football pro, and dated him on the side. And although I never really liked her current boyfriend, Alex Quinn, I hated cheaters even more. And so ever since, I've been distant, and albeit a little guilty. I knew I should have told Alex, but I never really interacted with him, so I kept my mouth shut. And that leads me till now. 


Heather appeared at my door, her body trembling. I let her in, and she told me that Alex just broke up with her. When I asked why she quietly told me, her voice low and timid. 


"He caught Charles and I..kissing." She hung her head. 


I pretended to be shocked, when inside I was seething. He had every right to dump her..I had a really bad experience with cheaters. My dad had come back late from work one night, and me and him were under the assumption mum was working a night shift at the hospital. Turns out she took her work somewhere else. Her co workers house, that is. Mum and dad split and since then I've been living with my father. I've vowed since then to never trust anyone with my heart, because I wanted it in one piece. Never did I want to struggle to tape the pieces of a broken heart together, like my father had to. 


"And so Charles got punched by Alex, and then he ran away. I've texted him and he said we're through and that he wants his face intact." She wiped her nose, but it continued to run."What a j-jerk!"


I wanted to scream at her, because right now all the anger and resentment built up over my mum cheating on my dad, was coming out. She couldn't just drag Alex along like that, she should be faithful and loving like she claimed she was. And if the spark was gone, don't hurt him by staying with them. Let him go. 


And so that was why I didn't feel sorry for her, but I had to keep a facade up. I patted her on the back, told her that there were plenty more fish in the sea. But those fish would probably want to swim again once they've been caught. I don't know why I didn't turn her away..I couldn't be that blunt. I didn't want to start conflict. So I shut up. Nothing ever good comes out of me opening my mouth.


Suddenly, Heather's hand shot out and took mine in hers.


"Who needs guys when we've got each other, right? They're stupid, we'll always stick together." I gulped, if only to occupy myself from blurting out that that's the complete opposite of what I  wanted to do." Promise me, we'll always be best friends. I don't know how I would cope without you." No! My head screamed. I want no association with a cheater. I thought better of you! 


Being the intelligent person I am, I declined all my logical protests and threw reason to the wind. 


"Of course, I..I promise Heather." The words stabbed at me like a knife. 


***


I groaned inwardly. 


Double Chemistry. 


With Heather Ross. 


By my side.


Chattering none stop. 


How she got straight A's was beyond me. A lesson for her comprised of texting, at 50 words per minute, and complaining about the long hours. My head spun. I couldn't tell if it was from the fumes or her constant whining. 


Just then our Hungarian teacher, Miss Németh, walked in. She was a stout woman, with short cropped blonde hair, and a pointed nose. She had a round face and dimmed blue eyes. 


"Attention class!" she called out, all talk ceased. Everyone turned in their seats to face her. 


"Today you'll be receiving your results back for your assignments. I want everyone quiet as I hand them out. All questions, regarding your mark,will be answered after I'm done distributing the papers."


I hated getting results back. It made me feel queasy, and my heart beat just as fast as Heather could text. I always waited for the teacher to come my way, and then have to endure a dreaded moment where I turn the paper which reveals if I got a good or bad mark. Miss Németh was up to the second row, and was approaching mine. Her face was blank and revealed nothing. The suspense was killing me. 


"Amber!" she said her voice agitated,"try harder next time, will you!" As she progressed towards Heather, I saw a ghost of a smile flicker across her face. I turned over the page, wincing, waiting for the horrible mark.


But it didn't come. 


I had passed.


With flying colours. Full marks. 


I grinned from ear to ear. 


I couldn't say the same for Heather. She sat arms crossed, not quite unhappy, but not satisfied either. I didn't know why, she always got A's. What could be bothering her?


She saw me staring and gave me a timid smile, but once I looked away, I could feel her eyes boring into me.


***


The bell rung at last. It was music to my ears.


A symphony. Albeit not a very good one. Too shrill, but welcoming nonetheless.


As I was about to exit the room, Heather informed me that she would be staying back to ask the teacher something. 


"Want me to wait for you?" I asked 


"No, just go on ahead, I'll catch up." Her eyes flickered, but it passed quickly, before I had time to decipher what it meant.


"Ok"I said, glad I didn't have to dally around. 


She turned on her heels and stormed towards the teachers desk. There was a glass display behind Miss Nemeth, and I could see Heather's reflection in it.


She was a fuming storm, and she was about to cause chaos.





A/N ok so new story up. This story is based off of some personal situations. Minus the breakups. Anyway hope you enjoyed it. It is my first Teen Fiction and I can't wait to keep updating . Quick story! Once in English, at the start of the lesson, my teacher said that only one person in the class got full marks. And I was so excited to know who it was. I had no idea it would be me. So she called my name and I got up and she told me that I needed to try harder next time. At first I was freaking out. But she was smiling and once I looked at my essay, I mirrored that smile. Except it was more impish and idiotic. She even allowed a student to read mine as a guideline as to what they did wrong in theirs. I was so happy that day. And that's where my passion for English began. That year I got first in English and I knew that's where my strongest suit lay. 


So that's why I wrote this chapter. Oh wait, don't worry it will mean something later. 


So until next time. Remember to comment and vote. Tell me your favourite part of the chapter. I love to hear from you guys.

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