Sky

I stare blankly at my window that is covered by the white curtains, blocking the window of the person who just betrayed my trust.

I can't believe him. After all this time, he just gets up and leaves us for his beloved 'Bri'. I had his back but apparently he doesn't have mine, he always said he did, but that was obviously a lie. How could he believe her over me?

It just doesn't make sense!

I could feel tears pooling in my eyes and I blink, letting them fall freely. I quickly wipe them away and sit up, thinking of what I should do to let out my anger and sadness. I could write another chapter for my book, or I could spend hours on a drawing.

I'm not going to sit around and sulk about him, he doesn't deserve it. And to think we've grown really close lately with all those moments we shared. I can't believe I started to like him.

I had his back, and he always told me he had mine, but he lied; he didn't even listen to me. He thinks he's stubborn when he makes up his mind? Clearly he doesn't know me yet.

I'm really hurt, but at the same time I'm not, because I have my friends, and they're here for me. I don't need Peter, none of us do. Our group was perfect before he came and now we're back to how we were.

At least now I don't have to pretend to be his girlfriend, even though I might miss that.

I need to forget about him, and fast.

I told the group what happened, and thankfully they didn't see me cry. They were all mad of course, and we started planning a murder, which I have been suggesting ever since I figured out I liked him; because feelings ruin everything.

And I was right; he left us. He broke my heart, if I could call it that; because the hurt I feel is mostly the pain of losing a good friend, but this shows that he's not a good friend, so I shouldn't be sad over him, I should be happy.

I guess he didn't change at all; he's still the same guy he used to be. And I have zero tolerance for assholes with no backbone, so I'm over him.

My coping mechanism is overworking myself until I achieve a lot more to feel better. I use the anger and sadness as fuel to make myself rise up to success, and I take my friends with me, because we're all in this together.

So that's what I'm going to do; I'm going to become more seen, I need to be heard, and this year is my chance to finally step up and be louder. Peter won't be able to avoid me once I'm at the top, and he'll regret everything and come crawling back to us, but we won't welcome him with open arms, if anything, I'm sure my friends will chase him away with pitchforks and fire.

He'll realize the mistake he's made soon enough.

If we do rise to success and shine at school, not only will it open Peter's eyes, but it will also make Brianna jealous.

Psychological torture, girls are great at it.

She thinks she's the best in everything, when she clearly isn't. There's something about making people who hate you, hate you even more, especially when you're living life to the fullest happily.

Our school is full of talented people, and it's about time we shed some light on them instead of leaving them in Brianna's shadow.

I walk over to my bookshelf that has a whole level dedicated to my art supplies. I take out my large sketchpad and my pack of pencils, as well as my colored pencils since I don't know what I want to draw yet.

I turn on my computer and search for pencil drawings; I choose a complicated dragon portrait and begin to draw the outlines first. I could draw the eyes with colors to make it contrast with the black and white, and it would look really cool.

Oh god, I just remembered we're meeting up with Meg tomorrow. She probably hates me now with all that happened today.

Goddammit Peter, I wanted a drama free year, and you just brought all the drama and dumped it on me.

I shake my head and focus on drawing, getting lost in the movement of my pencil for the next couple of hours.

Peter

"How do you like this so far?" Bri asks once she sits next me, taking a sip from her pink lemonade. The smell hits me, and I remember hugging Sky and smelling the scent of her shampoo.

The girl I love officially hates me.

And I lost all my friends.

"It's great!" Forcing a smile is easier when I think of photography. "You really know what you're doing."

"Yeah, I've been modeling for a while now." She shrugs then touches her cheek, wincing. 

"You okay?" I ask, caressing her cheek with my thumb softly. She stares into my eyes and nods slightly. "I can't believe she hit you."

"I didn't even do anything." She sighed and got up. "Come on, enough about her, let's get back to work."

I take her outstretched hand and she leads us to the room where she'll be modeling in while I help with the equipment, and take some pictures of my own.

This place is super professional, and all the pictures came out great, but they lacked emotions. When I look at the pictures I took of Bri in the garden, I don't feel the same peace and happiness that I felt when I looked at the pictures of Sky and the girls; they had genuine smiles in the pictures, everything here is fake; from the lighting to the plants, even the smiles. 

Nah, I'm probably just overreacting because I miss Sky already. But I'm sure I did the right thing, she shouldn't have hit Bri; she knows we're friends so she had no right doing that.

Oh god, Meg is going to give me an earful if she knows about this; which she will soon.

School is going to be awkward, considering I'm sitting next to her in every class, the photography contest will be awkward since she's in every picture, and life will be awkward.

She just had to be a huge part of my life, hadn't she?

I'm going to have to hang around Bri for now. Wait, that means I'm going to hang with Kevin?
  
Shit, I screwed up badly.

I close the door with a tired sigh.

"Peter? Is that you?" I hear Meg say as she comes around the corner with Kat in her arms. "Hey, mom and dad are on a date tonight, so it's just us."

"Oh okay." I nod, forcing a smile.

"You okay?" She frowns and furrows her eyebrows as she observes me. "You're tense as hell."

"You said a bad word!" Kat giggled poking her cheek and I smiled at her as Meg tickled her and let her down so she would play with her toys as she spoke to me.

"I'm not exactly okay." I run a hand over my face, letting out a huff of frustration. "I think I messed up, Meg."

"Why? What did you do?"

"Sky and I aren't friends anymore." I sit down defeatedly, everything that had happened today hitting me like a truck now that I'm home. "We fought, and she told me to never speak to her ever again."

"That doesn't sound like Sky..." Meg frowned sitting next to me. "What did you do to make her say that?"

"Nothing!" I exclaim. "She slapped Bri and lied about her insulting our- her friends. Bri told me she never did such a thing, and she's always been nice to Sky, so I got mad at her and...I hurt her."

"You believed Brianna over Sky?" Meg scoffed. "Peter, why would you do such a thing?"

"Because Sky hit her!"

"Peter, you and I both know Sky wouldn't ever do that unless she had a reason! And I've heard about Brianna treating them badly, and it's bad."

"Well, she's always nice from what I've seen." I defend my actions.

"Jesus, Peter." Meg facepalms. "She was acting! She just wants to make her look bad."

"How do you know about all of this anyway?" I ask angrily. "It's not like you were there or anything, so who are you to say that?"

Immediately I regret the words coming out of my mouth when I see the look of hurt on her face. She clenched her jaw and straightened her posture before standing up.

"Stormie has seen how Brianna treats everyone, including the cheer-leading team. And I also believe Sky, because she never gave me a reason to doubt her." She says sternly. "And Peter, from what you told me, you weren't there when everything happened either. I thought I was your sister, but if you're going to be an asshole again then I'm not."

"Meg, wait-"

"No, Peter." She shakes her head. "You proved who you really are. I really thought you changed"

"You should be on my side, Meg!" I plead, tears pooling in my eyes.

"I want to, I really do." She says. "But not when you're being too stubborn to see the truth, did you even consider how hurt Sky must be?"

She leaves me to take care of Kat while I put my head in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut. I'm losing everyone and it's all my fault.

At least I have Brianna. I know she's nice, she has to be.