Are You On My Side?
A tale about decisions (part 1)
“Whose side are you on anyway?” Lena asked me, her eyebrows moving between confusion and anger.
“I… I don’t…” I tried to mutter, without success.
“Forget about it. I thought we were friends.” Lena turned her back on me and closed the space between me and my best friend Sam, who was also her “beau,” as she liked to call him.
“I never liked you anyway,” she told Sam. “You’re basic.”
Sam laughed. “Basic?” Then he looked at me as Lena walked away, her hips moving faster. I could always tell her hips moved more when she was angry. “Do you think I’m basic, Taylor?” he asked me with a huge grin.
I ignored him and walked toward the main door. I braided my hair to make myself look busy. Sam had to leave me alone right now. The last thing I needed was to upset him as much as I had upset Lena.
But he wouldn’t let me. He placed his right hand on my right shoulder and pulled me a little closer as he’d always done since we were kids. “Don’t tell me you are on her side.”
I stopped walking and stared at him so fiercely that he backed off. “Don’t you dare put me in a position of taking sides. Don’t be like Lena.”
