School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 49 – A Couple?

Davea tapped her pencil against her notebook several times, watching Bliss and Link pass looks at one another across the library. She shifted once, twice, a third time, before she started muttering under her breath. Finally Bliss sighed and stood up and walked towards the books, beckoning her best friend to follow her. It was not until they were hidden within the stacks that Davea began her tirade. “What happened to you dating Daniel?” she hissed as quietly as she could muster. “You two have practically been nothing but pleasant to one another in the halls, and now I see you and Link locking eyes, which I’m surprised he is doing with you. Isn’t he supposed to hate you because you are related to Darrke and because of Darrke Yuna had to go away to some awful boarding school?”

Bliss’s head spun. Sometimes her friend was painfully observant, and yet oh-so-lacking in the intelligence part of the proportional conversation. “Harmony and Yuna are both away at boarding school,” Bliss reminded Davea. “Sora and Darrke are both away at military school now,” she continued, rattling off the prospective pains in her life. “Daniel still has some hang up on Tiera which I have been ignoring lately, and Link and I seem to be having a good relationship behind everyone’s back, so please do not spread this around.”

“Link?!” Davea cried incredulously, loud enough to win many piercing gazes throughout the library. Davea flushed but did not look humbled enough in the moment of lapsed judgment. “Isn’t he really your cousin or something?”

Bliss sighed. This was not where she wanted this conversation to go. She should learn to be more discreet about her indiscretions. “Davea, can we have this conversation after school?” Bliss asked her helplessly. “I’ll fill you in on more than you would ever want to know then, but right now people are beginning to stare and I think the teacher is about to reprimand us.”

“I thought we were best friends,” Davea said, suddenly hurt in her bluntness. “You barely tell me anything. How are we supposed to be best friends if you don’t talk to me?”

“I haven’t had time,” Bliss lied. She had had plenty of times in the last month or so to admit to Davea what was going on, she just had not been sure if she wanted to. Davea was a good friend, no, a great friend, but she was difficult to swallow sometimes. Davea made everything a bit production of drama, like she was doing now, and this was not what Bliss needed in her life. She needed privacy, something that was entirely hers, something that would not make her mom disappointed in her. That was her biggest fear, having her mother know she was dating her cousin. How would fragile Shai react? She had rescued Bliss from incestuous parents and she only proved that the lust for it ran in her blood. She felt guilty, that was why she had not talked to Davea! Admitting it to her best friend was equivalent to admitting it to herself, and she did not want to tell herself the truth: she was her parents’ daughter.

“How long are you going to continue this charade with Daniel?” Davea was relentless. The girl really did not know when to give things up.

“As long as he’s willing to still lie about me being his girlfriend,” Bliss admitted. “He and I have both known for a long time that there’s nothing between us. He loves Tiera.”

“And you accept that?”

“Tiera doesn’t love him back.”

“And you accept that?” Davea was growing redder through her frustration and now the teacher was walking over to them, pointedly staring. He was probably hoping to deter the two females before he actually had to come upon them and start in on his lecture of the sanctity of the library and how quiet time was definitely a now time.

“I don’t want Daniel,” Bliss hissed to her best friend, “but he’s a good cover. Come on, Mr. Reyes is about to kill us.”
Davea stepped away from Bliss’s outreached hand and Bliss stared in horror as Davea lost her cool completely. “I don’t care,” she snapped, and once again far too much attention was now on the two femmes. “You are supposed to be my friend and you tell me none of this at all. I guess I’m not really your friend or else you would have told me you were dating Link.”
She did the last part on purpose. She said it loud enough, wild enough, that everyone in that library, whether they cared or not, would know. Bliss could only stare in abject terror as Mr. Reyes approached them and the rest of the students began whispering to one another almost at once.

“Young ladies, I’m going to have to ask you to keep down your voices,” Mr. Reyes said in a profoundly loud voice himself. He was trying to make sure that people realized who had the real authority in this situation, though he had lost that authority when Davea and blurted out a piece of gossip juicy enough to even have the smartest of the students reveling in it. Of course the smartest student in this case was Link and he did not seem thrilled at the sudden blurt of the statement. Bliss was heating up as Mr. Reyes continued to talk, but she did not wait for him to finish. She stormed off and out of the library so fast that the rumors would only be heavier because she fueled them with her own fire. Now it was definitely true, she had not bothered to deny it.

Bliss was found in the bathroom not one minute later by Link, who had casually stood up and walked out after her, despite the teachers yelling at him about having no pass and the threats of detentions. He went to the nearest bathroom and walked in, much to the horror of one young lady who was straightening her blouse in front of the mirror. She turned to scream and he just scowled her way. “Get over it, I’m not in here to see your floppy breasts,” he said in his demeaning way. He kept walking through the stalls until he saw the black boots he knew were Bliss’s boots. He shoved so hard on the stall door, breaking the lock, that if Bliss had not been sitting on the toilet it would have swung and slammed right into her. Bliss looked up at him, her eyes red from tears, and just stared.

“Who cares?” he asked of her, shrugging. “So now people know. Oh fucking well. We’ve dealt with worse rumors in our lives, and we’ve had to deal with the rumors of our siblings being non-sequential whores. So now we are dating. Now people know. Big fucking deal. Quit your cryin’ or I’m going to think you really don’t want to be with me.”

“That’s not it,” Bliss denied, and to her horror, she was honest. She wanted to be with Link. Something about his brash ways made her blood pulse happily, and though they had not been intimate since that one mistake in the car, they still shared something else between the two of them. Bitterness… but they directed it like they should, at one another, at fellow teenagers. Link and Bliss were the last two to respect their parents, it was one of the things that made it awkward for them to date.

“Then what are you wussing out on me for?” Link asked her, holding the stall door open and staring in at her.

“That was not very friendly of Davea,” Bliss muttered.

“Fuck Davea,” Link snapped. “You don’t need her.”

Bliss gaped. “You are supposed to comfort me and tell me that everything will be fine, and Davea was just hurt.”

Link sort of bobbed his head in rhythm with his, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” then waved it all away. “I’m not going to comfort you with phrases you already know or expect me to say. I’m not that guy. But, get over it. The whole school will know by the end of the day we are dating. Either grin and bear it, or let’s make it not true.”

“You really aren’t a compromising kind of guy are you?” Bliss asked, her eyes already dried as she slid from the toilet and stood up beside him, almost eye to eye with him in the heels.

“Nope,” he said, but then he reached out and gently took her hand into his and smiled up at her. “But now that you’ve chosen me, I will ease you through life as best I can. I will protect you.”

Bliss blushed and had to fight off the wave of happiness somehow. “Don’t say things like that, or I might learn to expect them from you.”

“We can’t have that,” Link laughed and lead Bliss out into the hallways, away from the girl in the bathroom who was now fretting over her ‘floppy’ breasts, and out into the world that would either accept them, or not.

A/N: Davea reminds me of a friend I had in high school, but my friend was worse. If I didn't tell her something I was keeping something from her and as best friends we were supposed to tell each other EVERYTHING, but I was a very secretive person and I only told my friends things I thought they needed/should know. This meant I didn't trust her. And probably I didn't. One thing you learn in high school... hard to trust anyone.

That's just my little rant!