Life, Death, Together

Chapter 9

The girl and the boy continued to make faces, look at each other, and i'm pretty sure I saw them kiss.

I felt annoyed and a little sad that the girl was wasting her life with a play boy. I didn't even know her, but it didn't sit right with me that the girl was out there kissing the boy. I looked at the time. Shoot. I'm gonna be late to class. Actually, i'm supposed to be late. Maybe I should just skip class, it would give my father the impression that i'm doing what he wants.

I went to my locker and put my bag in there, the crimson lockers gave off a smell of old paint and I had to blow my nose out to defend the disgusting scent. The locker was small and would barely fit the shaggy bag I had.

I closed my locker, my dad could care less about buying me a lock for it so I just don't buy one myself. I went down the stairs, the clicking of my shoes gave off an old-timey feel. Of course Mr. Lopez, our counselor had to be standing there watching me go down the steps.

"Get to class." He gave me a stern face. "I'll pass." I say before walking out the doors. The man couldn't do anything and neither could any other staff.

The hard concrete and the cloudy sky gave the air a raspy impression, the sidewalk was cooler now and as fall started to kick in more, so did the schoolwork. I had a few assignments done but the few I didn't were from time loss.

I had reached the field. The field where I normally hung under the bleachers to escape the world, I always felt comfortable there. Nobody could see me and with the leftover hotdog stands and the bathroom right beside me, I could stay here forever. Until I heard the sobs.

"Hello?" They got louder as I stepped toward the farther woman's bathroom. The sobs became louder and louder, not because I became closer, but because whoever was sobbing, kept thinking about things.

I turned the corner and there lay the girl. Sobbing her heart out, most likely from Peter. "Are you okay?" She looked at me before turning her head. "NO." she stuttered before talking again. "No boy, ever again." Her light makeup started to run down with the tears, she was shuttering and so was I.

"I'm here to help, I promise." She looked at me and wiped a tear away. "Promise on your mother?" I looked behind me then back at her. "I promise on my dead mother." She looked at me for a moment. "I'm sorry..." My head shot up. "Don't be! It's just my problems, what happened to you though?"

She looked down and then back up, we avoided eye contact but I could tell by her actions she was starting to get comfortable. "Was it Peter?" I asked her after the long silence between us had been long enough. She looked directly at me and I blushed, hiding my face. "Sorry i've been seeing you with him lately..." She looked at me with puffy eyes. "It was." She started mumbling and cursing words I don't want to think about.

"He's a playboy, the kind that keeps quiet and attacks on random girls." She nodded in response. Her head only bobbed up and down after that, we brought up random conversations. I wanted her in a happy mood.

She kept making weird faces as time passed, she lifted up her pants to find a bloody paper towel. It was hard to recognize but, it was the same place as my dream. Same leg, same everything. "What happened?" I asked her, she took a little to respond. "I... I don't know." I looked at her and laughed. "What's so funny?" I continued to laugh and her annoyed face told me I was done laughing. "You're a bad liar." She laughed. "I know." She winked at me and we both started laughing like hyenas.

As the sun set, we both headed toward the neighborhood. "Seeya!" We both called. We laughed and walked off. "Wait!" I screamed, my curiosity turned into my words. "Yeah?" I ran to her as fast as I could. "I never got your name." She laughed. "So?" I stopped laughing and we both stood there. "Say your name on the count of three!" I counted off.

"Rein!"

What a gorgeous name.