Tomorrow

eight- school trip

School the next day. Today we had a school trip and I am not in any kind of mood.

I'm in that mood where the best place I could be is six feet under ground. In other words, I'd rather be dead than sitting in silence while my mother drives me and Beatrice to school.

Once we're there I'm out of the car so quick, she barely stopped. Beatrice catches up to me as I storm my way into school.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Beatrice asks.

"Keep what up?"

"The silent treatment. It's not her fault."

I stop dead and turn on her, my stomach boiling. "It is her fault, Beatrice. I'm not going to waist my breath trying to explain it though because you wouldn't understand anyway," I snap.

I turn and push my way to my locker, praying she doesn't follow. I finally get to my locker and before I can even touch the lock I'm pulled into a warm embrace.

I'm shocked, but there's no doubt in my mind on who it is. "I heard what happened," Ethan tells me.

I sigh, leaning into his warm chest. "Grayson told me after I destroyed him in the hand stand contest," he continues.

I stifle a chuckle, "I see."

I close my eyes and relax into his arms, the sound of his heart beat pressed against my ear.

He lets go after a good three minutes. I turn and open my locker, he leans against the ones lined up on my left.

"Where's Grayson?" I decide to ask.

Ethan shrugs, glancing at his phone. "No idea," he looks up at me again.

"You need to keep an eye on your brother," I tell him.

"He's fine, probably talking to some guy on the football team or something."

I turn to Ethan after grabbing everything I need from my locker. "Is he looking better?"

"Yeah, he says the bruises on his neck are actually hickies."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh really?"

"Yeah, but everyone knows he's lying."

I laugh, "Have you seen Kyle?"

Ethan shakes his head, "Nah, don't really want to either."

James comes jogging up to us, "Yo, have you seen Kyle?"

Ethan and I glance at each other, "We were just talking about him why?"

"He looks absolutely terrible," James says.

I grin, "I hope so."

James runs his fingers through his hair, "He gave me a full on death stare when I walked past his clique."

"Does he have a shiner?" Ethan asks, standing up.

James nods, "Yeah, a really bad one. I heard he could barely open his right eye on Sunday."

"That sucks," I laugh.

"Oh god, here he comes," Ethan says.

He's looking behind me, so I turn my body. Kyle is walking our direction, he's flocked with his "people".

We make eye contact and it's like his frown deepens. I can see hatred swimming in his eyes, but it's mixed with something else I can't name.

My eyes linger his right eye. It's open, but not fully. Shades of blue and purple create a jagged circle, brimming out to the corner of his nose.