One Last Dance

Chapter Two

"It takes courage to endure the sharp pains of self discovery, rather than to choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness."
~Marianne Williamson

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**heavy profanity. Don't take offense.**

I was the first one to sit at our usual table in the cafeteria. I had a free period right before lunch so I always get here early. The best part about getting here early is that there's no line. I just go up to the front and grab my pizza and cheesy bread. My schools cheesy bread is the best. I swear it's what they get all their funding from. The school knows that it's the most popular item so they over price it. None of the students really care because we are animals for our bread. You probably think I'm crazy and that it's just bread, how good can it be? But that's where you're wrong. It's perfectly golden, glazed in a garlic butter with soft, cheesy cheese on the inside. Ugh my mouth is watering.
"I swear Peter I'm going to kill Mr. Criss." Sammy said while stopping to the seat next to me.
I chuckled, "and why is that?"
"He moved me to the front of the class because he caught me on my phone again."
"Why would you go on your phone....again?"
"This hot chick started to text me. Of course I was going to answer her." She replied in her 'obviously' tone.
"Ah. I see." I said slowly while nodding my head.
"He's such and asshat! Why can't he just mind his own damn business." She said with a huff. "Now I can't even take a nap in his class because I'm right under him and he's loud as fuck."
"Calm down Sammy bear. It will be okay."
"Shutup. You don't know shit." I just laugh at Sammy because she's angry and she has called and said much worse to me than she had right now.
I give the lady at the register a five dollar bill and head to my seat. Cassie is sitting at our table by herself playing in her phone. She's not going to go buy a lunch because she doesn't eat. Well I think she eats breakfast and dinner because she has a fat ass, but I've never seen her eat lunch before.
"Hey Cassie,"
"Hmm?" she replies while raising and eyebrow and not taking her eyes off the screen.
"Watcha doing there?"
"Watching porn." she says it so nonchalantly it's scary.
"You're kidding right?"
"Obviously," she says looking up. "I'm looking through a Twitter fight between Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan."
"Aren't they secret lovers?"
"I think so, but this isn't like a real fight. They're arguing over nerd stuff you wouldn't understand." I nod my head and let her continue her scrolling.
Zack comes and sits down next to me. "I think I'm in love," he says while clapping his hands and looking at the ceiling.
"Who is it now, ZackGAYry?" Sammy says as she sits down next to Cassie.
"Shutup you have no room to talk you cat lady." He huffs.
"What can I say, I prefer a feisty feline than a douchy dog."
"Well, if you guys must know," he starts completely disregarding Sammy, "there's a new guy in math class and his name his Dylan." He sighs and looks at the ceiling again. It's like he needs to pray to Jesus that Dylan is even interested in him. "He sat next to me and I dropped my pencil to test him and he picked it up!"
"Awwe, let me go make some protest posters so you can get married." Sammy said.
"In the state of California same sex marriage is already legal." Zack said matter-of-factly.
"PEARSON!" A teacher called. Zacks eyes grow large and he snapped his head around towards the cafeteria doors.
"Uh oh. I think I'm wanted in detention." Zack explains as the old wrinkly man comes marching up to our table.
"You're coming with me now!" The old guy says.
Zack just sighs. "It's okay, I heard Dylan likes 'em bad." with that he gets up and cat walks out of the cafeteria leaving me, Cassie, and Sammy in a state of hysterical laughter. Oh I'm so glad I met Zack.
Lunch ends quickly. Nothing eventful happened after Zack left. Cassie was still scrolling through the fight and Sammy and I were content on eating our little piece of heaven hand crafted and delivered by Jesus Christ himself. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration but that bread is so damn good.
I throw my lunch tray away and walk to my locker. There's five minutes until advisory and then I have a study hall. I grab some homework that's due for my classes in a few periods and walk to the library. With my perfect schedule I almost never have to bring home homework. It's not that big of an issue, I mean its not like I play sports. I have all the time in the world, actually. Im just a lazy piece of shit and would rather fap until I bleed than bring a twenty pound backpack home and do homework. Plus, why not take advantage of a 75 minute time period? I would be dumb not too.
My free time is ending in ten minutes so I pack up my stuff and walk to my locker. I'm lucky, most adolescents don't get to go to their locker as often as I do, we only get a five minute passing period and our school is too large to be stopping by your locking after every class. Some kids even sprint so they can get to the other side of the school on time, not me. Although, I do remember being the sad little freshmen that always got tardys because I was too much of a pussy to push through people in the hallways. Come to think of it, why do people use the term "pussy" for a weak and vulnerable person. A sack of balls is much more sensitive and life threatening if approached violently while vaginas are mega strong and powerful. The term shouldn't be used so falsely.
I open my locker and papers and books fall to the ground. I have already leaned my lesson by not keeping my feet by the entrance and getting my toe smashed. I sigh and look at the erupted mess that lays on the ground before me. That's my fault, I'm the creator of this lard of shit I don't need and should really throw it away but, I take the stuff I need out of the pile on the floor and out of my garbage of a locker. I then shove the papers that flew everywhere in there and then my supplies I don't need on top. I have a method to my madness, well not really its just a system I created to help with my laziness and my lack of motivation to be organized.
I walk to my seventh hour class, also known as drama, and get about half way there when the bell rings and the hallways become a dry lake being filled with water because some idiot had to mess with the dam holding everybody, I mean all the water in. Yes I use analogies a lot because of two reasons; one being they help describe my life and the other being that anal is in there. Sorry not sorry I'm a weird and slightly immature person. You could even think of me as repulsive if you like, I honestly could care less. Wait, that doesn't make any sense. If I didn't care then I honestly couldn't care less not I honestly could care less. Anyone who says the first version is a dumbass.
Hey past me! You're a dumbass!
It's okay future me! I'll learn to become the smartest ass of them all. Lolol I love me.
I make it to drama, one of my favorite classes because A. Zack is in it and B. I don't actually have to act I just sign up for set and let the more dedicated students do all of the work. So basically it's another free period but I get to laugh more because Zack is there. Oh he's such a clever dumbass.
Today we're not working on a play but we're going to the gym and helping set up for Prom. Im not happy at all. I hate prom and I have to help decorate it. I don't think there's much to do since drama has been decorating all day and its seventh period. I was also informed by Zack that prom is the best thing ever and I need to go. I kept refusing to go but then I made a bet with Zack and lost. My consequence? Going to prom obviously, and if you didn't see that coming then you're the slowest mother fucker ever.
Me and Zack walk through the hallway side by side and talk about random shit. We make it to the gym and a ton of things are already out and set up. The stage is built, the balloons are inflated, the tables and chairs are set up, and there's streamers decorating the walls.
"Alright kids, there's not that much to do now but we need to finish decorating the tables and putting the center pieces well, in the center."
Me and Zack walk over to her and grab some of the table cloth roll and a pair of scissors. Some other kid that I'm an acquaintance too comes and helps me and Zack. I think his name is Joe, but anyway, I hold the roll Zack pulls it out and Joe (I think) cuts the size we need. It's a pretty good system if you ask me. And it's not only because I'm standing there doing next to nothing.
By the time we're only half way through with the tables (I guess a lot of people are coming to this stupid ass prom) the five minute bell rings and we start walking back to class to get our books. Once we reach our destination we head back out to the lake (hallway if you didn't catch on) and swim through the schools of fish to the next class.
School ends very quickly and I'm walking to my car. It's Friday and prom is tomorrow. Not excited. I have to get up and iron my suit and take a shower and shave and do a bunch of other useless crap just to go to a stupid event that I morally despise and disagree with. Whatever. But now, all I have to do is drive home and do whatever the fuck I want.