Cyrus
Next Day
Some one tell me again why the absolute fuck i decided to come to school today.
No really, i can't seem to grasp its concept. I could have easily just stayed back in my mansion and chill but here i am listen to utterly and total nonsense.
My head ache and weighed a ton on my shoulder. My memories from last night are blurry, i can't remember anything except from when me and Elliot were talking, but from there my brain was blank, memory having loop holes.
Every time i tried to at least force myself to remember last night's event i keep getting slapped with a migraine and it fucking irritates me.
Why can't i remember
Preferably how much did i smoke?, i knew combining LSD and Morphine together was a bad ideal, just fucking great.
The voice of my F.E Lit teacher Ms Spencer rang out in Japan as she taught the language but it only added to my burning head ache.
Could she just fucking shut up!
Coincidentally Elliot was also suffering from a bad migraine, any time we passed each other in the hall way he was either groaning or massaging his temple, his face pulled in a deep scowl.
From bits and pieces of my memory i could recall giving him my cigarette to smoke on, well if my memory is accurate that would explain his very un-Elliot like aggressive behaviour, plus he was also slightly drunk, so.......
yikes!, sucks to be him.
"Cyrus are you alright?" Nicole asked worriedly
I smiled at her rubbing my temples.
"Uh yeah, just a slight head ache, hang over from last night party" i said smiling reassuringly.
Slight!?, more like having some one beating drums inside my fucking head
"Diajobu~ is a japanese phrase used to determine the situation the individual you're asking is in" Ms Spencer explained but as i tired to pay attention the words she was spouting out from her mouth made apparently no fucking sense to me, almost like she was saying greek, and i hate greek.
To make my life more fucked up as it is, drinking aspirin would only make it worse, i mean, even the drug made to make you feel a little bit of relief was an additional pain, fuck my life.
As soon as the bell rang out, i packed my things and walked straight out of the auditorium.
The walls spined and i could hear echos in my ear. I spotted Elliot from afar and he was not looking good, his brows pulled in to a very deep frown.
He staggered using different lockers to support himself. Poor guy, bet he had taken aspirin this morning, dude only made the pain more worse.
For some odd reason i couldn't shake away the guilt that build up in the pit of my stomach, it was annoying.
It was kinda, okay, maybe a little bit my fault he was feeling like absolute shit, if i hadn't giving him the cigarette he wouldn't be having a major brain damage, but hey, there's always a first time for everything.
Ever since he had gone, my mansion had returned back to it's normal lifeless state, and yet again i was reminded of how lonely i was.
I no longer woke up to the sweet smell of bacons and eggs, my kitchen clean and unused, so to put it simply, i missed him, not only him but Maggie and Harry too.
As i walked towards him, Jean approached him first, a disgust smirk plastered on his lips.
I frowned, i've always hated Jean, i didn't really have a reason for the hatred but i knew i just did, maybe it was the way his face was.
