head in the clouds

twenty two; tyler

"No! Shut the fuck up Jenna!" I yell.

"Ty, everyone is talking about it! Why aren't you telling me what happened?!"

"Because nothing happened! He tried fighting Josh and I tried to stop him! He punched me and I fell, tripped over the couch and landed on Dallon's fucking table!"

"People saw Josh run up to the bathroom after you did, they say you two didn't come out for at least an hour." She interrogates.

"Yeah, he cleaned up my bloody face."

"That shouldn't take a full hour."

I roll my eyes and lay back on my bed. "I had a small piece of glass in my back and he took it out."

"What?! Why didn't you fucking call me?!"

"Because you were getting fucked!" I yell, jolting forward. "You've been so fucking preoccupied with getting laid you've barely been a part of life the last two weeks!"

Her face drops as she takes a step back. "So I'm just supposed to put my life on hold for you? I'm supposed to be at your feet every single second of the day?"

"Are you fucking kidding, that's not what I said at all!"

"It sure fucking sounded like it!" She shouts.

I scoff and shake my head. "No it didn't, you're just twisting my words up and trying to make yourself unavailable to be held accountable for your shitty actions."

"My shitty actions? Like being a teenager and having sex?"

"No, like never being here for your supposed best friend! I always do everything for you Jen, I always stop what I'm doing for you whenever you need. I lied to my dad, my fucking dad, for you, Jen!"

"I never asked you to do that! You could've let me get in trouble!"

"No I fucking couldn't have, you dumbass! You would've held it over my head for weeks! And even if you didn't ask that one time, I have done everything else that you asked me to. But you left me, high off my ass, at Dallon's house. When I didn't even want to go in the first place."

"That was more than two weeks ago, why can't you let that go?"

"Because it hurts Jenna! Knowing my best friend just uses me for her own convenience. You're not in this friendship because you like me, or you enjoy being my friend. You just use me for your own gain, your own pleasure."

"That's fucking stupid-"

"Is it? Is it really though? Because where are you every time I need you, hm? Where are you every time I need my best friend?"

***

"Where's Jenna?" Patrick asks, sitting down.

"Jesus fucking Christ, if one more person asks me that I am going to commit mass murder." I mumble, throwing my trash on my tray and getting up.

I bring the tray to the pile of dirty ones and pile it on then storm out of the cafeteria. Running down the hall, I swing the heavy door open and walk into the big stall. I reach into my from pocket and pull out the pack of cigarettes I stole from my dad, pulling one out and lighting it. Inhaling the toxins; letting it fill my lungs, the door opens.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?" Pete asks.

"Fuck off." I say in between drags.

"Tyler, I have no idea what's been going on with you since Dallon's, but I'm sick of you acting like this. Get your fucking shit together before I tell your dad what you've been doing."

And the door closes.

"Fuck!" I yell, punching the wall as hard as I can. "Ow, fuck!"

In a swift motion, I place the cancer stick in my mouth and run out of the stall to the sinks and place my hand under the running cold water. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mumble.

Fucking holy hell, I think I just broke my hand. Fuck! I shut off the water, drop the still burning cigarette in the trash bin and exit the bathroom, making my way to the nurses office. Upon entering the small room, he's sitting in one of the waiting chairs, a tissue crumpled in his nose and an ice pack on his hand.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I ask, sitting next to him.

He opens his eyes, looks at me then chuckles, shaking his head. "So now you're talking to me?"

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear it, Tyler. I'm not doing this with you right now."

A few minutes pass and the nurse still has not come in. We've been sat in total silence for twenty minutes, missing under half of our next classes.

Yeah whatever, I've been a dick to him but everyone seems to be a dick to me so why can't I return it from time to time?!

You fucking kissed him, Ty.

Shut up, it's not that bad.

Yes the fuck it is.

"What are you still doing here?" He asks.

"I um, I-I think I broke my hand." I laugh.

"What?" He looks at me like I have two heads.

"I punched the bathroom wall." I shrug.

He looks at my hand, takes it in his and inspects it. "Yeah, I think that's fucking broken dude." He says completely dropping it.

"Ow! Holy fuck!" I yell at the sudden, extra pain.

He laughs and shrugs. "Oops."

I roll my eyes. "What happened to you?"

"I fucked Spencer's boyfriend last night." He says nonchalantly.

"Oh." I reply shortly.

"Yep."

The nurse finally walks inside and gasps upon seeing us. "Oh my God, what happened?!"

"Nothing happened." I roll my eyes.