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Romeo and Julia pt. 2

I walk into my room after school and just throw myself onto my bed and groan into my pillow. My mom usually gets home a little after four so I'm home alone for about half an hour.

BORED.

SAD.

LONELY.

I just keep repeating those three words in my head until I find something meaningful to do.

Let me do my homework. Actually, scratch that. There's nothing meaningful about academics. I won't use half the things I've learned during the 11 and a half years that I've been in hell. Who the heck is going to use long division ever in their lifetime? And why the hell is this school so wack that they had to make me choose the worst subjects?

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone playing An Idiot Is Calling written by yours truly. I write songs sometimes. Most of them are comedic, like this ringtone.

"What do you want?" I groan into the phone, already knowing who it is and what he wants. I'm not in the mood for an apology but I guess I should hear him out in case he says something unexpected.

"I'm sorry," he says. Expected.

"Mhm."

"Coach Griffin and Mrs. Lox were calling for me and it actually pissed me off because I was–"

"It's okay. I get it. You can't help that you're always busy. I forgive you. If you'll excuse me I have a shit ton of homework to do."

"Wait wait wait wait, Julia, listen. I'll explain everything tomorrow, okay?" Expected.

"No need. We're good. Seriously I need to go now. Bye." I reach my thumb for the ‘end call’ button.

"Julia, wait!"

I sigh. "What?"

"I love you." Expected.

"I love you too," I mumble before hanging up. I don't know why I thought he'd say something unexpected. I should've hung up on his ass sooner.

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I'm woken up by my mom, the next morning, exhausted because I had a long nap yesterday and completely forgot about my homework so after dinner, I had to stay up all night to finish it. I've skipped doing homework countless times but I'm trying to get out of that habit because the homework keeps piling up and it's messing with my head. I'm stressed enough as it is. I'm just glad I woke up in my bed this time and not the bathtub or the kitchen floor.

"Morning, princess. Time for school," Mom greets softly.  "I think you mean hell," I mumble. She laughs in response.

I get up, wash up and get dressed then have breakfast with Mom before heading off to hell.

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I drag myself down the hellway, making my way to my locker. When I get there, I unlock it then grab stuff out and put stuff in, barely concentrating enough to know if I'm packing the right books. Once I'm done, I shut my locker then get a fright from seeing Romeo's creepy smile. How did I not notice a freakishly tall tan twat standing right behind my locker door?

"The fuck is wrong with you?" I scold him. "Hi bestie," he smiles. I narrow my eyes then keep walking. "Julz," he calls. "Julia." He grabs my wrist, silently asking me to stop and turn around. I stop but I don't know if I can look at him right now. I don't know why it bothers me that he hasn't got time for me these days, but it does. Maybe it's because I'm used to us hanging out and talking twenty four seven. I don't know but it really bothers me. More than he knows.