𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Sarcasm

BRANDY had woken up the next day to find her mother hadn't come home that night, instead, she had spotted her car across the street parked in Mr. Mathews's driveway. For the entirety of Sunday Brandy had elected to not speak to her mother when she did arrive back at home. If she was in a room, Brandy would exit. If Atta was cooking a meal she would wait until it was put away in the fridge to eat.

This avoidance lasted until Monday morning, Brandy had decided that if her mother didn't care enough to ease her into sudden life changes that she wouldn't care enough about her relationship to make an effort to get along. Was it petty of her? Sure. But she was tired of always having on a mask of indifference to everything, pretending to not be affected by words and actions was enough when it came to school. Her own home was where she drew the line.

Most of Sunday was spent going over history for tutoring, the blonde had also brushed up on some other subjects in case it was needed. Her brain felt scrambled and fried, it was all information she knew but trying to find an easy way to explain it in a different sense as well as make the material digestible was a bit hard. Maybe she would get lucky and it was just an issue of Eddie memorizing the work, or maybe she wouldn't and it was a processing issue. Either way, Brandy had prepared for both scenarios.

Brandy searched around the school for a while, eager to speak with Eddie Munson about the tutoring. She checked the band room, nothing. She checked the cafeteria, nothing. Even the gym, double nothing. She doubted he would be in any of his classes early. With a feeling of defeat, she walked up to Chrissy standing at her locker, Jason Carver leaning against it talking smoothly to her.

"Hey BB," Chrissy greeted, "You're looking a little sideways,"

"I was looking for Eddie Munson, I needed to talk to him," She sighed.

"What do you wanna talk to that freak for?" Jason said like Munson was made of pure venom.

"I'm tutoring him for extra credit, but I can't find to him to make sure he has the day and time right," She clarified, her stomach dropping at the tone of his voice.

"Hey be careful around him," Carver warned, "There's something screwy with him.

Brandy nodded, wanting to change the subject. "I will, Ms. Kelley told me if I want the extra credit that his grades need to improve, so I just need to talk to him,"

"He usually hangs out behind the football bleachers," Jason nodded at the exit door a little ways down the hall. "He's probably getting all doped up on grass knowing him."

"Alright, thank you," Brandy gripped her binder tightly in her arms, beginning to make her way to the door that led outside.

"I'm serious! He tries anything you tell me!" Carver hollered down the hall.

Brandy didn't reply, she just gave him a thumbs-up, not particularly wanting to get him in a flare-up. She pushed open the door, feeling the hot August air hit her in contrast to the cool air from the school building. The football field was a bit far from the side of the school she was on, following the concrete path she passed various high schoolers and middle schoolers alike, all either heading to class early or getting out of their cars in the parking lot. A few busses sat near the front doors, students pooling out with tired expressions on their faces.

Her sneakers hit the black asphalt once the paved path ended, loose blacktop kicked underfoot from the poorly upkept pavement. Brandy's heart pace began to speed up, Carver's warnings not far from her mind. Surely Eddie wasn't as awful as everyone said, he seemed more of an outcast to her, rather than the walking hazard everyone assumed he was.

As the freckled teen arrived at the green grassed football field she rounded the corner. Walking behind the rickety bleachers, the backside filled with old chewed-up gum and various trash items thrown underneath the seats from games or students having lunch outside. She didn't have to go very far to find him, he stood leaning against a chain-link fence, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he adjusted the pins on his vest.