Criminal Documentaries

you owe me

I walked into my house, slamming my door and hugging myself tightly. Evee was right, it was way too cold outside to walk home. The worst kind of cold, the windy kind. I stumbled into my kitchen and brewed myself some tea, my cheeks flushed. After finishing my tea, I went up the stairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor. I flopped down onto my comfy bed, with white covers and some extremely outdated golden pineapples printed onto my bed sheets.

I grabbed a plush I had, one from my dad when I was little, and curled up around it. My eyes closed slowly, and my homework was left untouched. It was only 4 pm, but school, specifically Cole, sucked all my energy from me.

When I woke up, the sun shined through my sheer white curtains that my mom picked out without my discretion. I sat up in a panic, looking at my alarm clock across from the room and reading through the blur that I was late for school. With a grunt, I launched myself upwards and changed into some baggy jeans, with cuffed bottoms and a large rip on the left leg. I slipped on my red converse, which I bought in tribute to my favorite character in my favorite show, and then pulled my black long sleeved shirt with "National Geographic" written on the front over my head.

I whipped my navy blue bag over my shoulder, grabbed my keys, and ran out of the house.

When I got to school, it was already third period. Math. My absolute least favorite class. For a second, I considered just making a run for it and getting out of that hellhole as soon as physically possible. But with a shake of my head, I turned the grimey doorknob and walked into the classroom. I lifted my head up, smiled at my math teacher who gave me a dirty stare and pointed at the empty seat in the back corner of the class.

I reached my seat and immediately rested my head on crossed arms and let out a sigh, tilting my head sideways and staring out of the window, I noticed it was raining outside. Just as I was about to relax, I felt a poke on my shoulder and heard someone say, "Lumine." I let out a tiny shriek, one that made the entire class look in my direction, including the person who'd poked my arm. Cole.

He had traded seats with the girl next to me, and was now giving me a confused look.

"You seem out of it." He chuckled quietly.

"That's because I am, I had to walk all the way home in the freezing cold last night, and when I got home, I was knocked out." I rubbed my eyes and hit the tops of my converse together under the desk.

"You should've let me drive you home. What happened to Evee? Or did you make that up to get away from me?" He teased me slightly, but I could tell he was mostly sincere.

"I made it up to ditch you, but then asked her and she said she couldn't. So I walked home myself." I was honest, too tired to put up an act.

"Ouch. But that means I can drive you home today, huh?" He smiled. "You gotta make it up to me."

"Says who?" I smiled, "I brought my car today anyway." I jangled the keys in front of him with a leer.

Before I could say another word, he snatched the keys out of my hand and said, "So what if I take you in your car?" He smiled as if he'd won.

"My parents would kill me." I laughed, reaching to grab the keys back. He moved them higher, and smiled down on me.

Mr. Lark, our math teacher, sighed in annoyance, "Lumine, Cole."

I gave Cole a look of irritation but sat back in my seat and continued copying down the formulas on the board. He took this as a victory, and I wasn't going to object.

After class ended, I grabbed my bag and started shuffling out of class, the cuffs of my jeans coming slightly undone, and my converse scuffed as per usual.