𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄́ ♡

02

{ cigs and jigs}

"remind me again why i even bother showing up to this class." i say walking into the locker room, meeting with my friend jessie. her chalky blonde hair was shiny and soft today, i watch as she puts it up in a pony tail and changes into sneakers.

"i can't even imagine what your grade is." she laughs. "i've only seen you participate 3 times this year."

"i'm being forced to do physical activity i didn't want to do, it's technically against the law?" i say rolling my eyes changing into my gym clothes.

"well u wanna graduate next year don't you?" she giggles.

"only class left to pass to be able to," i mumble. "i got the rest in the bag."

"oh i know, trust me. you never put your books down." she says annoyed.

"well if it makes u any more relived for me, i got invited to a party tonight with dee." i say pressing my lips together, closing my gym locker.

"please tell me you said yes to going!" she says easing her eyebrows and creating a huge smile.

"i didn't exactly say those words.. kinda got dragged into going, but yeah."

"tell me all about it tomorrow, it'll make my week." she says giving me a small hug excitedly.

"why don't you come to?" i say furrowing my eyebrows.

"it's rude going to a party you're not invited to. isn't it?" she questions.

"ask dee about it how about that." i smile, grabbing her hand and walk out of the gym.

i hated gym, not just because it requires stupid physical activity no one liked. but also because my fucking asshole of a brother was in my class as well. it's been about 4 weeks into the new school year and all he's done is look at me once in this class. i didn't even want to look at him in all honesty, he disgusts me.

he always showed off, participated in every gym activity, and talked to everyone. and people loved him, his cover at least. if they grew up with him like j did trust me they wouldn't even give him a look in the eyes.

i sat in the bleachers for most of gym, maybe walked a few laps in the gym here and there if i got really bored. the only time i really got to talk to jessie was in the locker room and when we took attendance, she always goes and participates, socializes and even talks to my brother, pretty sure she's in love with him or something.

an hour and 40 minutes pass and the bell rings for my next class. i change back to my normal clothes, grab my belongings and get the bell out of there. i usually stop by lonnen's locker to see him, since we only have 1 class together, and lunch.

i walk down the hallway to see him already walking away from his locker so i don't bother walking over to him, i just carry on to my next class, trigonometry.

i wasn't a fan of math but i sure as hell am good at it. i like to think i get it from my dad, who loved math and taught it at a college university for 7 years.

i sit next to rivera heart, my brother's ex girlfriend. at last they say they're ex's, i'm pretty sure they're still sleeping together but whatever. she's nice to me sometimes, just because she dated my brother. but she hates me, and i know it. i have no idea i've been nothing but nice to her besides the time i accidentally threw a rock at her when i was 8. you'd think that at her age of 18 she'd get over it but she holds grudges till she dies.