Saturday, September 26, 2009

One


Kay-Lee Thomas was one of the most beautiful girls that the people at her school had ever seen. She was tall and lean, with long lashes and long, blonde, wavy hair that fell all the way to her waist. Her skin was pale and smooth and she had the biggest green eyes anyone had ever seen.
You’d think that with her natural good looks that she would be arrogant and naturally, friends with all the mean girls in school, but she wasn’t.
For a sixteen-year-old girl she was anything but ordinary. She was envied by all the girls and admired by all the boys, but she didn’t care for anyone except her one and only best friend, Adam.
Adam was a shy boy who loved art, and spent every spare minute of his time in the art studio at school. Usually, only seniors were allowed in the studio, but the teachers only permitted two year ten students to use it, Kay-Lee and Adam. They were such quiet students; the teachers let them get away with it.
Kay-Lee and Adam were never apart; they lived next door to each other, and were always together. Their relationship was not what it looked like from the outside. They weren’t in love, it was the kind of deep friendship that you couldn’t read about or see in movies. The kind of friendship where the other would jump in front of a bullet to save their friend. And when they were together, no one else in the world existed, and nothing else mattered.
Kay-Lee was at her locker one morning before school, feeling miserable because Adam was sick and couldn’t come to school. She wrapped her fingers around the tiny locket on her neck and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It was only one day, she kept telling herself, but a day seemed like an eternity without Adam. The locket had been a gift from Adam, and she’d had it for as long as she could remember. Whenever Adam wasn’t with her, he told her to keep the locket to remind her of him. It seemed like a trivial thing, but that locket was her most valued possession.
As Kay-Lee was getting her books from her locker, someone slid their arm around her waist. Hoping it was Adam, she turned around quickly, only to see the face of Josh Williams, the biggest jerk in school. He had tried this every time Adam was away, and he certainly wasn’t going to get away with it this time. Kay-Lee pulled the collar of his shirt, so his face was inches from hers. She spun him around and pushed him up against her locker, leaning her body up against his.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” she said as she put her face even closer to his. Josh couldn’t believe his luck, the hottest girl in school was about to make out with him! Just as he leant in for the kiss, Kay-Lee’s locker door slammed in his face.
“Don’t ever try anything with me ever again” she said in an icy tone and walked swiftly away up the hallway to cheers from all the girls standing by. They had all been hassled by Josh Williams, and they loved seeing him get what he deserved. He fell to the ground and rubbed his face, which was going red from where the door had hit it. Slowly, he got up and shut the locker door, and walked off, thinking to himself that he’d just push his face into hers next time instead of waiting for it. Would there be a next time? He was Josh Williams; of course there would be a next time.
Later that morning, Kay-Lee was sitting in English, absentmindedly staring at the rain falling against the windows and wondering what Adam was doing. She curled her fingers around the locket once more, thinking about that morning when she got the better of Josh Williams, and smiled to herself. That was one of her finer moments, and she was proud of herself. Someone slid a note across her table, and it stopped in front of her. On the top of the folded piece of paper, it said “Kay”, so it must have been intended for her. Kay-Lee sighed and unfolded the note.

I saw you this morning with Josh. It was awesome. I think we have all been waiting to get some revenge so thanks, you’re our hero! Do you want to meet up for lunch today or something? I noticed your boyfriend wasn’t here, and you shouldn’t have to sit alone.
Write back,
Leah


Typical Leah, thought Kay-Lee as she scribbled back a response. Everyone just seemed to assume that Adam was her boyfriend. He was more than a boyfriend to her, so, so, so much more then any boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. No matter how many times she told people that Adam was just her friend, people just assumed she was lying. Leah only wanted Kay-Lee to sit with her at lunch so the boys would notice, and maybe notice her in the process.

Leah,
How many times do I have to tell you that Adam is just my friend? Believe it or not it IS possible for girls to be friends with boys. And, no, I do not want to meet up for lunch today, I already have plans. Thanks, but no thanks.
Kay-Lee

There. Let her absorb that.
She wasn’t technically lying when she said that she had plans. She didn’t have them yet, but she was already planning in her head.
Kay-Lee intended on going to the sick bay, looking pale, which was not a challenge, and going home. She couldn’t stand another moment of the day without Adam.
The minutes to lunch seemed to pass slower and slower, had the second hand stopped or something? Kay-Lee stared at her watch, and tapped the top of it, willing the minutes to go by faster. Finally, the bell rang, and she ran off to the sick bay.
Of course she got out of school with no trouble at all; she looked paler than usual today. Kay-Lee guessed it must have been the rain.
She started walking home, and got to the corner of her street, when she saw Adam sitting on his front lawn, like he was waiting for her.
“I thought you were sick!” she yelled out.
“I am! But I knew you wouldn’t last long and would chuck a sickie!” he yelled back. He really did know her too well.
He stood up to meet her, and she ran the rest of the way, jumping into his arms, and causing both of them to tumble onto the lawn in a heap, erupting in fits of laughter.
“You really can’t live without me, can you?” he said with humour in his voice.
Kay-Lee smiled at him as she seriously thought that over.
Perhaps she couldn’t.

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