Skater Boy & Me

Chapter 14 | Group Therapy Is a Pain

"If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong."

- Tom Upton, Just Plain Weird

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Chapter 14 | Group Therapy Is A Pain

I woke up to the sound of a bus honking. The school bus. Great it was the first day of the week and I was already late.

I got out of bed and looked out of the window to see Luke waiting for the bus, Annalise with him too.

Thank you Luke.

I opened the window so I could talk to or more like shout at Luke and I wasn't going to go downstairs in this windy weather with shorts and a crop top on since being a popsicle was not on my list of my top ten things to do this very fine morning

"Luke!" I screamed from my window. "I'm not gonna be going by bus any longer, so don't wait for me." It was becoming a habit now, waking up late and missing the bus.

I turn eighteen and I'm getting a dirt bike. Yep a badass dirt bike which belonged to me and me only.

Did I know how to ride a dirt bike? No.

Did I know anyone who knew how to? No.

Did I still want a dirt bike? Yes

Why? Because the internet exists.

Jace was probably still sleeping because he hadn't come to wake me up and it made me happy to know that I wasn't the only who slept in.

I went outside to check on Jace. Pausing just outside the door, letting yesterdays events replay in my head. Honestly, last night had scared the hell out of me.

That guy had just about the worst luck in the world. The last thing he said to his parents was that he hated them. Then, they died, leaving him and his six year old sister alone to come to America and live an even more messed up life.

I shook the thoughts away.

Through my experience and observation, pity is never something a guy wants. Boys and their ways to keep reputation up.

I knocked on the door waiting for Jace to answer it. I was starting to get restless and anxious, but mostly scared when he didn't answer the door.

Conscience: Calm down sweetie, I'm sure the boy is just sleeping.

Me: Yeah I'm sure you're right.

Conscience: I'm always right hon.

Me: Oh shut up. Wait I'm saying shut up to myself.

I was brought back to reality to see a sleepy Jace standing at the door, yawning. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of plain black boxers. I should have expected this.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he said with a smirk.

"I don't want to hear your cocky comments at such an early time. I just wanted to let you know that you need to be dressed and downstairs in a matter of five minutes."

His eyes widened and he ran back into his room, possibly to get ready.

"Actually no, get dressed and call me up, I have something to do." I didn't think he heard that but never mind.

I walked back into my room, chuckling to myself. I showered, brushed my teeth and hair and changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white tank top and a hoodie and walked back to Jace's door while slipping on a pair of grey high tops all in a matter of five minutes.