𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜

someone to watch me die

[i bet on losing dogs - Mitski]

[02]

        "-Like, really!? You just fucking left me there!?" 

        "But, you told me to-"

        "Oh, so I told you to ditch me!?" 

        "What? No- that's not what im saying at all- I'm saying that I just didn't want to drag you away- you seemed like you were having fun." School hasn't even started yet and you're already exhausted. Jesus Christ.

        "I try to take you out- let you have fun- and the second I'm not directly by your side you dip? Don't you see how that makes me feel!? Just because you're a reclused freak doesn't mean I have to be!"

        You don't know how to react- what to say. Her words cut deep, but you suppose she was right, you should've just sucked it up and stayed as long as she wanted you to. "I... I'm sorry, Vic." 

        The bell rings and almost instantly kids start flooding into the main building. Vic just scoffs, stands, grabs her bag, and leaves without saying another word.

        You get up yourself, hurriedly slinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see you in 8th?" You ask, calling out over the voices of the other teens. She hears you, but walks on without a word. You can only sigh, shuffling under the buzz of all the chatter.

        Your mind is completely occupied by Vic the entire day. Anxiously awaiting the end of the day, you find yourself unable to even eat. you end up avoiding the cafeteria entirely, hiding out in the 'dystopian' section of the library instead. As per usual, you've texted Ben throughout you entire day. He tries his best to assures me everything's fine- and even if it isn't, of course you still have him, and always will.

        You smile to yourself at the thought, content with the idea, before being instantly caught off guard by yet another bell and the shuffling of students, signaling the end of seventh period. Biting your cheek, you grab your bag, and begin stuffing your unfinished work into the pockets, likely to be completely forgotten till you're being battered to turn it in.

        You maneuver through the crowd of kids, all walking dreadfully slow, receiving a few scowls as you push past them. You find Your way to Mr.Corenthal's history class quickly-- as the entire school was primarily just four halls and a cafeteria- including the adjacent courtyard. It was almost impossible to be late- unless of course you wasted all your time clogging up the halls. Alas, that's besides the point.

        The sub, a rather short, older lady, gestures to her attendance form. "[Y/N], [L/N]." You say with an exasperated sigh. Her foggy, grey eyes, magnified by her thick glasses, scanned over the paper seemingly over and over. Ever impatiently, You point to the general area were your last name should fall alphabetically. After her nod of approval, you rush past her inside.

        You throw my bag down onto the cold tile floor and relax into the plastic seat, sinking down and throwing your head back against the wall. You groan into your hands, trying to self sooth your stress.

        You're thankful for the teachers absence- and especially so that you're class got this sub- Ms. Ball ( a rather unfortunate last name for a highschool teacher, admittedly). The class might as well have been left unattended- they were all loud and disruptive, screaming from across the classroom. You don't think a single person in the class has even done their work in the week Mr. Corenthal's been absent.

        You hear a familiar voice through the unintelligible murmurs of students. "Victoria." You look up immediately, and almost instantly she met your eyes. you sink back into your seat as she approached, her face blank, but her relaxed glare still as sharp as ever.