“I can’t stand her anymore!” Nadia exclaimed harshly, slamming her hands down on her desk. “I tell her time and time again and she won’t leave me be!”
Aria looked up from her math homework, tilting her head, “What’s she want today? To copy your physics? Or does she need you to watch some kids again? Oh, or maybe she needs you to pick up some groceries? Did her dog get out again?”
“She wants me to drive her over to Wellea,” Nadia complained, “That’s an hour away, this is like, a complete waste of my time. I know we used to be close friends…but this is just getting freaking irritating.”
“Just say no,” Aria replied, staring unblinking with her hazel eyes. It seemed obvious to her, but she didn’t have to listen to Kamora’s threats. Nadia? She had to agree, for Kamora’s safety and for her own peace of mind.
“I see her out in the hallway,” Nadia sighed meeting the brunette’s eyes through the glass door, “I guess I better get going. See you later.” Aria nodded,
“Right. Have fun.”
“I want to die,” Nadia responded, rolling her eyes, “Bye.” She pushed open the door.
“What the heck took you so long?” Kamora asked, “Why do you hang out with that Aria anyways?”
“Enough,” Nadia threatened, cutting things off before they could escalate further. They walked down the hall and towards her locker. The hallways were still packed, so she had to shove past a few reckless underclassmen. Walking while on their phones? Annoying.
“Why’re you in such a bad moooood,” Kamora whined, “aren’t you glad you get to spend the rest of your Friday afternoon with me?”
“Oh yeah, delighted,” Nadia agreed, plastering on a fake smile, “you’ve got the directions, right?”
“What? No, just use your own data,” Kamora replied, leaning against a nearby locker. Nadia put in her combo, and opened up her locker. “When are you gonna tell me your combo? We’re besties, right? You gave me your 6th grade combo.”
“If it weren’t against school rules, I would,” Nadia lied, pulling out her bookbag. She put on her fall jacket over the light jacket she’d been wearing. Two jackets, one t-shirt: fashion. She shut her locker, and pulled her keys out of her bookbag. “Let’s get going,” she sighed, slinging the plain black sack over her shoulder.
“Why ya’ gotta be such a scrub?” Kamora complained, “I could hang out with nicer people- I have like, so many other friends, like Aymee totally would've driven me.”
“Yeah, but what other senior wants to spend their Friday afternoon driving a junior such as yourself 60 minutes away?” Nadia responded. Kamora looked a little hurt, but swallowed her doubts, bright eyes staring down at her neon shoes.
They got in the car, and Nadia blasted out of the parking lot as quickly as she could. She pulled Maps up on her phone, and balancing the device in her right and the wheel in her left, she typed in ‘Wellea’. She set the phone down, and allowed to speak the directions. As they got out on open highway, she took note of the sky. Grey. It was going to storm, wasn’t it? Great, she’d get to drive home in the rain, fantastic-
“Why do you hate me so much Nadia?” Kamora asked. She had set her phone down in her lap, she’d lost interest in giggling at the vaguely racist memes she’d been looking at on the internet. “You and everyone else at this school hate me. Why?”
“That’s not true,” Nadia sighed. This? Again? She clenched the wheel, and thought about turning the radio up. It was too late though, Kamora was already going. There’d be no stopping what was about to happen.
“You’re so mean, if you didn’t want to drive me you should’ve just told me!” Tears were welling up in Kamora’s bright blue eyes. Nadia swore in her mind, putting her eyes back on the road. Hadn’t they learned something about not having emotional conversations while driving in driver’s ed? No? “You’re a bully, Nadia,” Kamora exclaimed.
Something snapped in Nadia. “You’ll refrain from calling me that,” she snapped. The car started to move faster. Kamora leaned in, flipping the stereo off.
“You are a bully! I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and you constantly complain about me to all ONE of your other friends!”
“Kamora! You do nothing but use me!” Nadia shouted back, staring hard at the other teen. “There are thousands of times where you should’ve done something yourself and you just leaned on me to do it! And you have so many excuses!”
“Like what! You can’t even name one,” Kamora spat.
Nadia’s fingers clenched on the wheel. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, as she exclaimed, “I can! I can name more than I can count! For example, when your stupid boyfriend and you broke up for the eighth time? I let you copy my math homework! You had ample time to complete it, but you used your breakup as an excuse! I didn’t have to let you cheat off of me! You know cheating is wrong, right? No! Because you’re a horrible, TERRIBLE person!”
“I could grab this door handle right now!” Kamora exclaimed, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Why shouldn’t I just leap out of this car!? If I’m so bad!”
“This is what makes you BAD!” Nadia sobbed, “You threaten me like this and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it so much! This isn’t normal!”
“Now you’re calling me WEIRD?” Kamora cried, “You are such a bully!”
“Stop taking things the wrong way!” Nadia screamed, “You freakin-”
“THE ROAD!” Kamora shrieked.
Nadia turned her eyes back on the highway seconds too late. The car was, it was flipping? They were both screaming as it flipped again, and the windshield shattered and whatever breath was left in Nadia’s lungs was pushed out. Her head hit the wheel hard, but not hard enough to lose consciousness. She reached for her phone, but it had flown to somewhere else in the car. Kamora was slumped over the dash, head poking out through the windshield. Her seat-belt dangled at the side of the passenger seat. She didn’t look too hot. “Kuh, Kamora,” Nadia choked out, rubbing her forehead. No response. The junior appeared to be out cold.
Nadia cracked open the door, and it let out a god awful SCREEEECH. Great. Now she didn’t have a vehicle either! What else would this Kamora take from her? She suddenly noticed Kamora stirring, she hadn’t been knocked unconscious after all. The girl attempted to push herself up, but just pushed her palms deeper into some stray glass. Nadia stomped over, grabbing the girl’s shirt. “This is KARMA, Kamora!” she hissed. Kamora looked shocked, and was trembling from head to toe. “Where’s your cell?” Kamora reached for her jeans pocket, but it wasn’t there. “Search the car,” Nadia panicked. Kamora tried to move, but let out a squeak. Right. Of course she was injured.
“Kamora, you’re not to talk to me after this,” Nadia said, pulling a phone out from underneath Kamora’s bookbag. “We’re done.” The quickly paling girl nodded,
“C-Cal-”
“I know!” Nadia snapped, pushing 9-1-1 into the smart phone.
They’d made it out alive. An ambulance was coming, and they’d fix Kamora up and she’d be fine. Nadia rode in the ambulance with her, but declined the need for any treatment. They checked her over anyways. No concussion. A nurse bandaged up the cuts on her arms from the windshield, and then said she could go. As she was about to go, she heard Kamora’s voice. “I’m…I’m supposed to be sorry.” Nadia tensed up, not wanting to turn around. “They’re sending me to treatment.” Nadia didn’t say anything, shoving her hands into her pockets. She started to walk down the hall. Her parents were waiting. “Nadia!”
She whipped around, curly blonde hair falling around her face, crying out, “What more could you possibly want, Kamora?”
“I’m… I really am sorry,” Kamora replied. Nadia shook her head,
“W-whatever. And good luck or whatever.”