Summertime Sadness

Chapter 4: When I'm Mad, It's Like All Hell Broke Loose

My mind is all over the place Monday morning. I have one month and two weeks left of junior year. I can do this.

I slip on a loose white tank top with some denim shorts. I then put on my dirty white chucks. Perfect.

I skip down my stairs, looking at the doors along the hall. Both Ryan and Michelle are asleep. Go figure. They got home late last night. Sighing, I go down the stairs that lead to main floor. I wander into the kitchen, grabbing the box of lucky charms. My dad is passed out on the couch and I guess he's drunk because there's an empty bottle of whiskey sitting next to him. Dysfunctional family. Terrific.

I inhale my cereal, not wanting to see any of my family members before I go to school. They are not my favorite people right now. I rather deal with Nicolas and his new girlfriend (yeah I know. Such a player) right now instead of my family.

After I eat my cereal, I grab my backpack and purse and I race out the door. Just in time too because my dad started to wake up.

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Thank god I only had one class with Nicolas, but of course it had to be chemistry. We weren't lab partners, but he sat in front of me. And it's kinda awkward when your ex was made partners with his new girlfriend and your nemesis.

When I saw them holding hands, I wanted to puke. This is not what I want to look at during chemistry. Could my day get any worse?

Yes. The answer is yes. Tyler comes walking through the door and walks over to Mr. Johnson's desk, handing him a slip of paper. Mr. Johnson inspects the paper and nods his head. He points in my direction and Tyler can't help, but to grin mischievously.

Great.

Tyler slowly makes his way towards my lab table, still grinning mischievously. I'm so close to smacking that grin off his face.

"Hey munchkin." He beams.

"Don't call me that." I grumble.

"Whatever you say sweets." He muses.

All throughout class, Tyler tries to find a way to make me snap. Man, he sure does love pissing me off.

I finally snap when he whispers in my ear, "What's underneath this top?"

"Are you trying to piss me off or something?" I explode.

"Ms. Hart, do we have a problem?" Mr. Johnson stops his lesson.

"Um, n-no sir." I stutter.

"Then please keep quiet and sit down."

I plop myself back on to my seat and I look down at my book, embarrassed.
Tyler-1, Abigail-0.

By the time lunch rolled around, I wanted to strangle Tyler. He did not know how to shut up or just leave me alone in general. And then he would act like he didn't understand what we were learning about, so he could pester me with questions.

When the bell rang, my books were shoved into my bag and I was out the door before anyone else. Tyler was probably calling my name, but I decided to ignore him. He was on my last nerve and I was going to complain to Fran about it.

I shoved past all the students in the hallway, trying to get to my locker that was only a few feet away. When Nicolas and I were dating, we would always meet after class at my locker and we would kiss. Now, it's different. He's across the hall, making out with Lisa. Gross.

My anger was boiling. This is definitly not my day. I threw my books into my locker, slamming it shut and I stomped to the lunch room.

Fran knew I was in a bad mood, especially since I almost pushed a kid down in the lunch line, which is totally not like me. I slammed my lunch tray on our table and I slumped in my seat.