Becoming His Fix

8

Kit's POV

It was almost painful to watch.

Back in our cabin Roland was almost a completely different person than he was anywhere else. Sure, he was still anxious and clearly didn't love talking but he was relaxed at least. Yet the second we left this morning all of that was gone.

I watched as his shoulders hunched and his eyes never left the ground. It was an exact match to how he acted yesterday as we got supper, thankfully no one was rudely shoving him this time at least.

We were in separate classes because I was two years old than him apparently but I still made an effort to try and find him every time we switched periods. I was unsuccessful.

Classes weren't that bad I guess. I mean I hated sitting through them but the people weren't horrible and the teachers we decent at their jobs so there wasn't much to complain about. The classwork was on par with what I had been doing back at the center so I wasn't even really worried about the homework at this point.

With that weight off my chest, lunch was the only thing on my mind. I had missed breakfast because I was following Roland's lead and turns out he doesn't put himself through the hectic lunch room more than he absolutely has to.

The lunch rush wasn't as bad as dinner had been. I guess the staggered periods helped.

I knew I shouldn't expect it but I caught myself looking more than once for Roland but after accepting that he wasn't there, I found an empty table and set my trey down. I didn't even get halfway done before people began filling the table.

For a while no one said anything and I slightly begged that not everyone in this camp was a raging introvert, then by some small miracle, one of them spoke.

"You're that Kit Richards kid right?" One of them asked, barely looking up from their trey, their voice just as unimpressed as their face seemed to let onto. Her hair was black and nearly touched the middle of her back while a thick black wing for eyeliner was the only makeup she wore. Her shirt was a simple black one with a skull on it and she had on black leggings.

"That's me," I said about as confidently as I could while giving an awkward smile. She only hummed.

"How did you get into AP classes already? I had to study for months before they allowed me into a single AP class. Did you bride them or something?" I had at least seen this girl before. She was in my AP lit class and sat in front her, I only recognized her from her strawberry blonde hair and light pink sweater.

"I was put in them without a choice. My cabin's therapist said it was because of my previous test scores."

"Smarty pants," She all but sneered as she turned back to her trey.

"Don't mind them, they're bitches to people we don't know but refused to sit somewhere else. I'm Evan, that's Hailey," he pointed to the AP classes bitch, "and Sage. I saw you moved into Cabin 8."

Evan was a bottom. That was the best way to describe what was sitting in front of me. A light blush covered his cheeks but was slightly covered by his long Justin Bieber bangs. He wore a shirt from Heathers and his nails were painted a dark blue.

"I mean I moved into the cabin by the lake with the dead tree in front of it. I didn't know they were numbered."

"You got the weird roommate right?"

My breath caught in my throat as I glared at rip-off Barbie.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I scoffed as I went to stand up. These kinds of people weren't worth my time.

"You know, the weird one. Doesn't talk, never eats in here, always looks like he's about to have a heart attack?"

"What's it like living with him? I know it's only been a day but I have in him English. He choked badly the first day. He was called on for reading and completely froze. It was so bad she had to call on someone else. Does he talk at all alone? It'd be really weird if he didn't." Sage didn't bother looking up from their food.

"Is this how friends usually work in this shit hole," I asked before I had a cache to stop myself. "You pick on a random kid who hasn't done a damn thing to you and hope they join in?"