friendship.
I’m not usually one to trust so easily, I’ve found out the hard way most people have a hidden agenda, but with Denny I can see us becoming best of friends.
“You do realise you made a mistake by moving away from him the way you did?’’ she says seriously. “I only noticed a bit as I was engrossed in my book, but still, mistake.’’
“What do you mean?’’ I ask curiously.
“Look, Davis isn’t a good guy,’’ she says stepping in front of me, halting my footsteps outside what I presume is our English class. “I know this is just another rumour, but it’s one I believe. It’s never been proven, but I’ve known him a long time to know deep down in my soul what was said about him was true.’’
“Tell me,’’ I beg, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand on edge.
“Well, there was a new girl transferred from an all-girls school a few years ago. We were like 15 I think at the time. Anyway, word got round about her being in an all-girl school and Davis started a bet on who could break her in the quickest.’’
“Break her in?’’ I ask, already knowing I’m not going to like where this conversation is heading. My stomach is turning and I know for a fact this morning’s coffee is about to come up. Thankfully I’d been too nervous to eat anything this morning due to my first day nerves.
“Break in her virginity,’’ she whispers, her eyes looking distant and sad like she was remembering. “She was such a quiet girl, just wanted to get on with her school work and get out of here. I can say this as we were best friends for a while before everything started happening and she pushed me away, but she was really nerdy. Like really nerdy. I don’t even know how she got caught on their radar as she wasn’t their usual type. Anyway, she started getting bullied and I tried to help her, get her to report it, which she did, but only after someone attacked her. She was so scared that I went with her to tell her parents, but they didn’t seem bothered.
“She wouldn’t tell me who it was that did what they did, but I knew deep down it was Davis. I saw the way he would act around her at school, the way he would look at her or go out of his way to torture her. I also noticed how she stiffened whenever he was around. He didn’t even have to be close by,’’ she says, her voice still a whisper.
I want to scream at her to hurry up, but something deep down is telling me I need to hear this full version, or the version she’s willing to share with me. I need to know what I’ve just gotten myself into. Something is screaming inside me, telling me I just made the worst choice ever by switching seats.
“Go on,’’ I tell her feeling sick to my stomach.
“She must have had an argument with her parents that night because the next day she told me to leave her alone, that it was all my fault for making her tell them.’’
“You were trying to help her,’’ I state shocked.
“I know,’’ she says sadly. “I tried every day to make it right with her, but every day she would look more withdrawn, and in the end she just stopped looking at me. She’d lost a lot of weight, she’d come to school with bruises....’’
“Miss Smith, are you and your friend coming into class or are you going to stand outside and gossip all day?’’ the teacher snaps from the door making us both jump.
“Sorry Miss Rose. This is Harlow Evans, the new girl. I was just trying to catch her up on our class,’’ Denny lies.
“I bet you were,’’ she replies snidely. “Come on then, I’m not standing here for my youth,’’ she snaps.
We both rush into the classroom and I hear Denny mutter, “Fat chance of that you old bat,’’ under her breath, but still loud enough for me and another student who snickers to hear her.
“So, tell me,’’ I beg her once we’ve taken our seats at the back of the class again. Denny really must like being tucked away. I’m usually one of