Malia came walking up to the table looking actually happy which was weird because normally she was wearing that scowl that made her look awful. What the fuck changed her attitude? Not to mention she was wearing her black clothes and leather jacket like usual along with her ratty as shit converse. I mean really what in the hell did Ryder even see in her? She must be great in the sack.
“Skylar we need to talk.” Malia basically sounded like she was ordering me around. Ha! I also noticed her voice sounded scratchy like she swallowed a bag of rocks.
“What the hell could you possibly need to talk to me about right now?” I asked.
“I don’t think you want everyone knowing this so can we step away really quick?” she told me. The way she was looking at me like she was about to tell me something she didn’t want to but she has to wasn’t making me feel very comfortable at the moment.
“Fine. Let’s go over here and talk. This better be fucking important I don’t need to be wasting my time on your pathetic ass.” Jesus, not even my attitude was getting a reaction out of her. What the fuck could she know that I didn't?
We got a little ways away from everyone and she said, “There isn’t any way to tell you this that is going to make it okay so I am just going to say it. When Ryder was going through your Aunt Jessa’s things for something she needed while she was in the hospital he found my birth certificate. Apparently we are half-sisters,” and she just dropped that bomb on me like she wasn’t fucking my whole world up.
“What do you mean? How is that possible?” I almost didn't even hear my voice; it was so low. This time when I look at her she looks almost guilty.
“Well, it seems that our mother decided my dad wasn’t good enough and she slept with your dad on one of her work trips. Well, she had me and here you are not even a year younger then me. If you want proof I have my birth certificate in my bag.”
At this point I didn't even know what to think. Fuck. The tears came almost automatically. The next thing I knew I was on the ground in someone's arms . I heard this wailing coming from someone. I think it may be me but I was not so sure of anything right now. All I knew was my life was never going to be the same and Malia, the girl I thought I couldn’t stand was holding me in the middle of the school yard rocking me back and forth.
I was pretty sure I never saw this coming. Did my dad know about Malia and if so why didn’t he say anything? Why wouldn’t mom say anything to me about another daughter? Was she really that cold these days? Jesus I thought my life was bad because I never knew where she was or if dad was going to be home for dinner. As I was sitting here wondering all of these things Malia was still holding me. Who would’ve thought this was how my senior year would turn out?
Malia
I never thought I would be the one comforting Skylar. Apparently some things were still possible.
“Skylar, come on, let's get you into the bathroom. We need to get you cleaned up.” I told her. She was still sobbing while we walked into the bathroom. Wetting some paper towels I wipe her face that has mascara running down it.
“Skylar do you want to stay here or go home? I will drive you home if you want. If not we could go somewhere else. Missing one day of school isn’t going to get us in trouble.” I told her.
All of a sudden this burst of laughter came out of her and it scares the shit out of me. “You think I am worried about missing school? You just basically ruined everything that I knew as my life. I could give two fucks about school Malia. Here take my keys. I can’t drive like this.” She demanded. So at least she still has her spirit or shall I say attitude. After she got herself cleaned up we walked out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the main entrance. When we got there the guys were waiting at the steps but I just waved them off and got in Skylar’s car. I could text them later.
Well, now it was definitely weird to be sitting in the car with Skylar who I guess I could refer to as my sister. What the hell kind of joke was life playing on us?
“Skylar where do you want me to drive to?”
“Just drive Malia. I don’t care. Turn the music on and put the windows down.” she said softly like she was on the verge of another break down. Alrighty then. As I took off onto the highway I began to wonder what life was going to be like now that I have this weird as fuck situation in my lap.
After driving for about an hour going absolutely nowhere, Skylar turned the music down and asked me, “What are we going to do? Should we tell our mom that we know about everything? This was going to break my dad ya know if he doesn’t know anyways? And for what it is worth I am sorry about her leaving your dad.” She apologized to me.
“Honestly Skylar I don’t know what to do but for now we can just be and pretend it never happened for a little while. We can keep driving and deal with it later. Oh and please don’t apologize for something you had no control over.” I told her. She looked over at me and for the first time since meeting her there wasn't any
