He's Worth It ~ Lams (COMPLETE)

Day Three

Edited

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It's a Thursday. Two more days before the weekend.

I'm contemplating whether I should just give up on this whole music-boycott thing and let my friends tease me for the rest of my high school career. My hair is a mess, my eyelids feel like they suddenly gained ten pounds, and I don't want to do anything about it. I feel like complete and utter trash, and I certainly look the part. I might have to postpone my conversation with Eliza today because I'm either going to fall asleep or cause an unnecessary scene. I can't seem to sleep properly anymore.

Yesterday I was rushing out the door, and today I don't even want to leave my bed and my disgusting room. What is wrong with me?

Lafayette somehow manages to pull me out of my bed and into his car, looking halfway alive in my black hoodie and matching Nike sweatpants that I stole from his closet. He pokes at my zombie-like appearance throughout the drive to school, and when we get out in the senior parking lot, I race to the entrance. I think of John's face and my tiredness wanes just a fraction. I'm searching for his hair among the crowd of other teenagers when I see a blur of curls and freckles in the far right of my peripheral vision. My heart jumps in my chest and I increase my walking speed, bumping around groups of kids that stand in the middle of the hallways. Why do people congregate in hallways anyway? People are trying to walk and they just get in the way.

I shake off my intrusive thoughts when I realize that John's head is nowhere to be found. "Damn," I say under my breath, just as I feel a hand fall onto my shoulder. I spin around and put my hands up, fingers together in a karate style. I briefly consider chopping my attacker's arm but relax my shoulders when I realize John's the one that's behind me. Of course, when I really see it's him, my shoulders tense back up again.

"Hey Alex," he says, his smile contagious despite my tiredness's wishes. I bet my smile looks strange paired with my dead eyes. I go deep into my thoughts until I realize that I should answer him before things get awkward.

"Hi!" I say quickly. I notice he's wearing long sleeves again. "Are you feeling better?"

He looks at me funny, his eyes squinting their obvious confusion. "Whaddya mean?"

"Weren't you sick yesterday?"

John's entire demeanor seems to shrink, and I can't stop my head from tilting. "Oh! yeah, I'm as fit as a fiddle." He explains, the skin around his eyes crinkling when he smiles. My heart immediately eases at his grin and I fall back into my normal state of tiredness/happiness.

"That's good. What classes do you have today?"

"Um, Art, Marine Science, Calculus, and History."

"I have Calculus too!" I say, smacking his arm without thinking about it. Heat creeps into my face as I look down at my hand, glaring at it like it had any say in what it was doing. He stares at me for a second, rubbing his arm.

"I know, you and Hercules sit smack dab in the front," He says, choosing to ignore the fact that I just physically assaulted him. My mind races when I realize that he knew that I was in that class. Why didn't he say anything about it before?

"Well, you should come sit with me," I say, only realizing afterwards that I'd just doomed myself to another unproductive class. Him sitting next to me was bound to have some consequences and I guess those consequences happened to include the downfall of my grades, even in classes that I enjoyed. All because of his dumb cute face and his dumb fluffy hair.

"I'll have to do that," He returns, and I notice that I'm quite the hypocrite about standing in the middle of a hallway. I motion for him to follow me as we walk through the school roads, past classrooms and students, teachers and stairways. John and I conversate about average things, the entire conversation -seeming to me, at least- a little bit strained. I want to shake off the uneasiness that's settling in my stomach, but it seems to be stuck there like gum on a sidewalk. It's just the tired you speaking, I think to myself.