Its complicated

chapter 3: invitation

Its been three months since I saw Garrett besides school. Why? I'll tell you. The lovely and wonderfully awful creature known as Ellie Thompson or in my case "the bitch." Went running her mouth and started a bunch of unessasary drama for the rest of us. I never thought I could hate another human being like I fucking hate her, but thats whatever because apparently I'm a home wrecking slut. But just because I haven't seen him doesn't mean we haven't talked. I call him every day as soon as we get home. We haven't spoken a word about what almost happened and were not going to. As far as I'm concerned I made it up.My mind played a nasty trick on me,and if you dare say any different I'll deny everything. I put my books in my locker and pin back my shoulder length blond hair. Then I walk into the cafeteria and sit at our usual table just in front of Garrett's. ( Why don't we sit together? Because the bitch severely pisses me off and its very possible I could shank her with a spoon.) As soon as I sit down Garrett turns to face me I'm surprised to see he's not smiling. I adjust me bandana that's tying up my hair. "What's up?" I ask curiously. "I gotta talk to you." I nod. "So talk." "I can't call me tonite and we'll talk." He replies. I shake my head in confusion. "Okay what is it about?" "Let's just say I'm running away." I look at him like he's fucking insane. "No you can't leave me here by myself. What the hell?!" He smiles sadly but seriously. "I was hoping you'd say that. Come with us." "Wait us? Who alls going? " "me , Devin,Hayden , maybe Ellie but I doubt it. Hayden's girlfriend and you." I laugh "you're serious?" He nods "yeah." "When?" "Tonight, maybe." I look up to see Ellie walking over to Garretts table and I know she doesn't know anything about this. I turn around. "We'll talk later. " Garrett nods apologetically. "Alright you want to meet up or just want me to call you?" "I'll come over." I say loud enough for the bitch to hear. "Woah game changer." I think to myself. I smile as my crew sits down. "What's up fuckers?" I ask. Carmen ,my best friend, Laughs . I look over at nova and Kat who are obviously having their own convo about how hot Noah is in his new shirt even though he's sitting literally two feet away.I never understood that obsession but whatever. I try to keep up with the conversation and give up I leave lunch early still thinking about what Garrett said. I fold my fingers over my head walking to my car. I open the door and sit in the drivers side. I finally decide to just leave early I had a lot to think about and I knew I'd have a lot more to think about when Garrett called later that night. I drove home quietly listening to Lil Wayne on the radio. "Believe me," I laughed singing along to the music. Then it dawned on me that Garrett had asked me to runaway with him. Even though he asked I knew he'd never actually let me walk out on my life. My future. Everything that I'd ever cared about. But for some strange reason knowing he was leaving without me ripped me apart. It was almost like he was all I cared about. Weird huh? I shook my head turning into my driveway. I grabbed my key off my key chain and unlocked the door, my grandmother worked until twelve tonite. I walked in and dropped my books locking the door back. I didn't know if Garrett was going to call or come over, but either way it didn't matter. He had a key. Ever since they found me face down in the tub....it seemed kind of nessasary when your best friend is you know...a hormonal suicidal flight risk. I sigh and take down my hair shaking out my straightened curls. I look at myself in the mirror. Almost an exact copy of Garrett's eyes are staring back at me. My high cheek bones are chilling prominantly in their place, my face is peppered with a light dusting of freckles that sets off my almost corpse colored pale skin. I smirk at myself in the mirror I know exactly what is missing... Engine grease. I laugh aloud and walk out to my black mustang and pop my hood. Running my fingers across my v8 supercharger , and proceeding to smear the black smudge on my cheek. I look at myself in the side mirror of my car. "Much better." I think out loud, tying my bandanna back into my hair. I run my fingers over the inside of my hood again. "My baby..." I whisper completely enveloped in my own world. The only thing I loved more than video games. My car. I walk over and checked my oil even though I know she's perfect. She always is. I grease my hinges and press the lock button on my car before walking back inside. Unsure of what else to do , I did the best thing I knew how. I blasted my rap music as loud as it would go, set my iPod on shuffle, and rolled a joint.