Chapter Two: One hell of a Coincidence

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     When I woke up, I felt almost depressed, except I didn't know why. I felt like I wanted to cry but also scream and hit something. Part of me thinks it's because I slept like crap because I slept alone and I didn't hold anything while sleeping.

     It sounds dumb but I find comfort knowing I'm sleeping with someone in the same room as me or in this case in the same apartment. There's something I completely hate about being all alone at night, it scares me and often find I even get more nightmares. The last thing I wanted to do now was go to a school with a bunch of teens who can't control their issues and those who think popularity rules all.

     I tangled my hands in my hair while scratching my head then rubbed my eyes. A sudden thought jumped into my head which made me laugh seemingly making things seems a little better. "Women rub thier eyes when they wake up because unlike men they don't have balls to scratch." my ex used to say that all the time in the moring and it still makes me laugh.

I took care of everything that needs to be taken care of in the morning and headed out for the day. I thought I'd skip school today and go out looking for a job, yet here I found myself standing in front of my locker. I knew why I was here though, it's because deep down I care about my future.

     As I stood at my locker I thought about Ritsuka and everything she said, the way she looked at me, I thought about the whole encounter. I suddenly found myself upset and annoyed, thinking about this woman made me very irritated. Who just takes something out for someone's hands they don't even know? She really didn't have to nit pick about my choice of food or call me a baboon for that fact.

     You know what she is she a snob "You know kid that's not a proper meal." I mumbled to myself mimicking her as I looked for my books in my locker. She sounded like a fifty-year-old who can't mind her own business because she was a mother at some point. What a cringy old bat, I think that's the proper name for her in addition to Miss. Snob. Don't get me wrong she was attractive but a turn off once you see her personality.

     I heard someone scream my name like bloody murder and I froze like a fainting goat, I swear my heart stopped momentarily. I felt arms warp around my waist and a chin resting atop my head. "Sorry munchkin I didn't mean to scare you."

     "Ugh Athena, you always know how to start a new year. " I turned around to face her and she gave me a quick kiss. Athena and I are best friends, but we are also friends with benefits. I haven't seen her all summer since she lives in the city year around. I looked into her blue eyes then I decided to drink in her appearance a little.

     I loved that she always kept her hair color silver it really suited her matched with all of her tattoos. Speaking of her tattoos I see she got a few more, now there's no doubt she'll try and convince me to get one myself. Which I may just decied to do, I actually want one the funny thing is i'm scared for needles though.  

     "Checking me out so soon into the year Tatsu you must have been really lonely back home this summer then."

     "I'm not checking you out Athena get your thick skull out of the clouds, don't be so full of yourself. I was just noticing that you have new tattoos."

     I turned around and closed my locker then walked through the halls with Athenas arm resting over my shoulders. We had our first two classes together so they weren't back except I couldn't focus at all because of Athena though, shes to much of a tease. For my third class I had biology and unfortunately, I had it alone and in addition I absolutely hate biology.

     Athena walked me to class giving me pepper kisses on my forehead to cheer me up and as expected I ended up being late. I quietly and quickly walked to the back of the class and sat down. As I finally looked up and noticed we there was a new teacher for the biology class Mr. Wilson usually teaches biology but there was a woman writing on the board instead. 

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