Twenty cents (part 1)

She was provoking him. Light movements of her hands, the sharp sway of her hips… He really tried to hold back, but it was stronger than him. She tempted with a single smile, ignited with a single glance… Coquettishly narrowing her chocolate eyes, she sat on his lap and quietly hummed a song coming from below. Whispering how hot it was here, she pulled off her blouse. Hesitantly, his gaze wandered to her tight, white tank top and tightened his hands on her hips. She was so perfect… She knew her strengths. She knew exactly how to make them fall for her. All of them. Every single one…

"David will kill me if…

" "Shhhh," her finger gently brushed his lips. She smiled and began to move provocatively—back and forth—as if dancing to the music. She saw the flush on his face. It turned her on even more. Maybe she'd had too much to drink…? Or maybe the desire for revenge was so strong…? She moved closer and, teasingly biting his ear, whispered,

"David's gone..."

She continued dancing boldly, gazing into his eyes. She played seductively with her long, blond hair, tossing it temptingly in every direction. She knew she was perfect. Perfect in every way. She could do anything, wanted everything...

Finally, he lost control and stood up, hugging her tightly. Kissing her hungrily, he headed towards the large, empty bed...

*

She briskly covered the last few meters separating her from the school grounds. She was already a good dozen minutes late, and she was starting math. The mere thought of her math teacher made her stomach twist. It wasn't that she was afraid of her... She wasn't afraid of anyone. And she simply hated Mrs. Zawadzka. She pushed open the large door and headed for the stairs. The empty clatter of low heels echoed against the hallway walls. She quickly examined her tight, dark jeans and smoothed the collar of her white blouse. Despite being labeled "naughty" and "untamed," she always dressed elegantly and respectably for school. At the last minute, she adjusted a blond lock of hair that had suddenly broken free from her perfectly styled ponytail, and then knocked twice on the green door of classroom number thirteen. After hearing the anticipated "Come in," she pulled the doorknob and found herself in a large, bright room with a row of occupied desks.

"Miss Bugaj... late again...?" The brunette with her hair tied in a ponytail looked at the girl questioningly through her half-moon glasses, whose black, pointed frames added a seriousness. Seriousness and menace...

"Yes, again," the blonde groaned, heading for the empty seat next to her friend.

"I'll make sure this reflects on your behavior grade," the teacher announced sarcastically.

"I agree, mistakes have to be paid for," the girl replied with a nasty smile. She swung her sleek blue backpack onto the bench and sat down, quietly greeting her equally fair-haired friend.

"And would you agree that it would be appropriate to apologize for them?" The young, yet bitter woman glared at Miriam, ready to attack.

"Yes, of course," the girl nodded, making a thoughtful face, only to add ironically a second later, "But I'm an uncultured brat, so I DON'T DO what's appropriate.

"

They sat down in their "own" seat—a bench next to the school, from which almost all the students were visible—and like twin sisters, they took out their second lunch consisting of sandwiches wrapped in foil. Friends...? Apparently—absolutely. Together everywhere, always together... They didn't even realize what truly united them. And it was anything but a deep bond of understanding and affection. They had a wonderful time in each other's company. They could laugh endlessly at the slightest nonsense. Any nonsense, and above all, at all those imperfect people, completely different from them... The best. The prettiest. The bravest. They were the best in every way, so why shouldn't he be friends?

"And...? You're not dating Dawid anymore?" Blue-eyed Kaja eyed her companion questioningly and took a bite of her sandwich.

"I don't know..." Miriam grumbled, feeling like the mere thought of the boy was making her lose her appetite.

"After you slept with...

" "After he kissed that slut! It's not my fault...

" "They ONLY kissed. And you...

" "I know what I did, I think I remember, right?" The girl nervously crossed her legs and turned her head away. She'd made a mistake. She felt it. But admitting a mistake was showing weakness, in her opinion. So she wouldn't admit it...