The Reason I Can't Help But Love You.

Hawkins high

10 months and I'm still trying to forget about the flickering lights. And it started to work. I did my usual routine except now I was attempting art other than graffiti.

Another fun day. I was really just waiting to be able to do something with my life other than take care of others over and over. I wanted to do something bigger.

I went to school like usual, Eddie decided he wanted to stay home. Which I'm too tired to argue at this point in the year.

But I fucking love fall. The music, the weather, the clothes, the decorations, the holidays, and the atmospheres.

Only another lil bit and I'm out for the weekend, ready to party.

Whipping into my usual spot, I was hit by a rev of an engine and a squeal. Followed by a nice ass car parking a couple of spaces from mine. Cali tags. Rolling my eyes at my assumption of the owner's ego.

I continued to walk past as if I was the only one to exist. I'm at the point where I'd rather electrocute myself every time I breathe than go out of my way to talk or help someone again.

Meaning when the next conversation happened. I wanted to physically gauge my brains out with a plastic fork.

I stop outside the side entrance to pull a cigarette out with my teeth before I'm whistled at.

I look up to see a greaser of man, jeans that fit his ass just right, and the smell of obnoxiously expensive cologne, cigs, and man musk filled the air. His hair was perfectly untamed. Curls flying everywhere.

"Gotta a spare?" He asked with a side pearly smile as he confidently strode up to me like he owned the place.

I look him up and down not impressed no matter how conventionally attractive he is.

"Those your Cali tags?" I assumed from the loud aura around him it was his.
"Yeah, that's a 1979 Chevy-."
I cut him off, "Camaro Z-28? Yeah I know."

By his demeanor you could tell he got out every girl in the area to practically drop their panties. I couldn't blame them either, but I knew better for now.

He scoffed, "Your daddy have one?" He assumed while flashing charm.

I take a long drag from my cigarette before bringing it down again, "nah, I've just beat 'em in a drag." I blow smoke into his face while dropping the cigarette on the ground just before it reached his hands. Stepping on it as I knocked out shoulders together.

"Daddy's money buys fun toys, huh?"
These kinds of guys I've encountered many times before. So I didn't bother to actually look at his face. Nor give him the time of day.

I just slung my tote bag over my shoulder  and continued into the highschool.

I walk through the hallway, faces I've seen my whole life yet I realize I don't like half of them. They're all so close minded. Some are okay. But most are just ignorantly hating on others. Do you know how many girls I had to put in their place? I mean seriously. It's terrible.

First class was chaotic as hell.

I easily found the room I was supposed to be in. Knocking and waiting. Sure I was 15 minutes late but pish posh.
The door opens to be Ms. Dillow, an extremely short woman on her death bed. In desperate need of retirement and a walker.

I looked forward to see the same tight jeaned piece of meat from earlier at her desk. Looking like he was possibly introducing himself to the class.
My attention snapped down to the short woman as she started to speak.