"Bloody hell, no. How much did I bleed?" I ask, looking at Josie.

"Not as much comparing to girls period, but still a lot."

"I'm sorry," Someone speaks up, I whip my head around to see them standing near the door. "I'm so sorry!"

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Skye, you know her, and she helped you to the nurse office, too," Josie said.

"Well, blind Skye, doesn't know her because I can't see anything," I say as I wave my hand in front of me. "I can see my hand, but not her."

"I'm Lisa," She - I mean, Lisa said. "I'm so sorry that I hit you with the basketball."

"Wait. Lisa Hunter?" I ask in shock, oh my gosh, it's the most popular lesbian girl in our school.

"Yes."

"And you were the one who hit me with the basketball?" I ask a bit pissed off. "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry, it was an accident," Lisa said.

"What a coincidence, I look like a basketball net," I say sarcastically. "Ugh, my shirt is filled with my blood."

"Chill Skye, you'll be fine, and it's not like it's your first time getting hit by a ball," Josie said.

"Mean."

"You could change out of your shirt, and wear my T-shirt," Lisa said as she brings her shirt to my face. "I'm sorry, Skye."

I took her shirt and mumbled, "Thank you."

I put the shirt on the bed and start tugging my bloody shirt over my head.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asks.

"Changing?"

"Oh..." Lisa whispers. Even though my surround is blurry, I could feel Lisa's gaze on my bare back as I start taking off my shirt and putting on her T-shirt.

"Where are my glasses?" I ask, "Please don't tell me it's broken."

I heard the door slam, entering Josie holding my glasses.

"When did you got out?" I ask.

"I got when you said 'mean' to me, but here are your glasses," Josie said, giving me my glasses. I try to put it on my bruise nose, ouch it hurts, ugh!

I still put on my glasses but holding it so it won't touch my nose.

"Uh...Josie, could you get my contacts in my locker?" I ask. "It hurts to put it on."

"Of course, I'll be right back. Lisa, keep a good company with Skye, while I'm gone." Lisa said as she went back out for my contacts.

Lisa remained silent, and I could feel the awkward tension in the room. I look down at my shirt, I mean at Lisa's shirt that I'm wearing -

"Wait, this is your basketball uniform," I said, looking back at her. "Did you at least wash it?"

"Yes I did, Skye, I wash my uniform after every practice or game," Lisa said. "You look cute in it."

"That's because I am cute," I say.

She smirks before scanning me up and down, typical lesbian.

I roll my eyes, "You better not be undressing me with your eyes, Lisa. I'm not interested."

Her smirk falls before saying, "What makes you think I'm undressing you with my eyes?"

Because I've heard you fuck almost any girl in this school.

Skye, those are just rumors, I said to myself in my head.

"Because I don't like my body," I said, half-lying. Indeed, I don't love my body, but that's not the reason why.

Josie burst into the room with my contacts, and I took it from her.

"Thank you."

~~~

Lisa offered to walk with me to my next class, but I declined. Right now, I'm with Josie, and we are walking to our class.

"Dang, look at those jealous girls," Josie whispers next to me as we walk past a group of girls.

I glance at the girls before asking, "Why?"

"You're wearing Lisa's basketball shirt, Skye," Josie said. "Almost everyone has a crush on Lisa, except you."

"And you, too."

"Well..."

"Wait, you have a crush on Lisa, too?!" I whisper-shout.

"Not like that, but I think she's beautiful and cool, you know," Josie said.

"That's because she is beautiful," I say.

Josie and I only share two classes, which is Physical Education and AP Literature. Otherwise, I would be alone. I'm not talkative, and that's fine if you're in advanced classes. Barely people would communicate, and you're just on your own.

We took our seat in the back.

Josie gasp when she read the front board, "Oh no, I forgot to finish my essay..."

"That's a bummer, now what?" I ask, looking at her.

"Can I uh-copy off yours?" She asks. "I'm sorry...again."

It's normal.

"And why should I do that?" I ask.

Everything is normal.

"Cause you're my bitch," Josie says jokily.

I could feel my face fall, but I manage to force a smile.

"I'm a bitch," I say.

"You know what I mean, Skye, I love you," Josie says.

"I know you do love me, and here," I say, giving her my essay.

This normal. I'm a bitch. Josie loves me, and I love her just like a best friend should love each other. Then why, why does the word bitch just have to ruin my mood when I know she's joking.

Josie and I go back when we were in our diapers, and she's in every yearbook I own. Scratch that. I used to own them until they were turned into ashes.

"Skye?"

I look up from my desk, making eye contact with Josie, her face shows she's worried.

"What's the matter? You went completely silent." Josie says, her voice showing she's worried.

"It just hurts," I say, trying not to be too obvious about what hurts.

"You're head?"

"Uh-yeah, my head hurts," I say, it's true my head hurts, but that's not what I'm talking about.

"Do you want to lay down?" Josie asks in concern. I shook my head, "It's fine. I'm used to the pain."

Josie looks at me confused, but she reaches over to squeeze my cheeks.

"Don't act so tough Skye, but if you need help, I'm here okay?"