Rain. I hate the rain. Reminds me to much of the sleepless nights outside at home. Could I even call it that? Home? What even was 'home'? People always say home is where the heart is......but what about those whose hearts are locked away in the cage of nothingness? What about those who don't have anyone or anything? What about someone like me? I never really knew what home really was. It was hard growing up not knowing what love felt like. I feel like that really held me back from forming any relationships in high school and freshman year of college. I never knew what love felt like, so I never really knew how to give it out either.
A boom of thunder pulls me out of the saddening thoughts, bringing me back into the reality of life. The professor was writing some equation on the board, ignoring the brewing storm outside. The rain pounded on the glass windows of the cramped college classroom. My anxiety was through the roof, but I couldn't give a shit. No one else did, why should I?
I was always the quiet kid, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Despite that, I was also known as the 'smart ass nerd'. The teachers in high school were always buddying me up with the stupid bullies as their tutor. So the 'study sessions' always turned into hours of hell. I could never escape the hell of life.
"Y/n are you listening? That's the third time I've caught you death staring the window at least three times now." The professor crosses his arms over his chest and stares at me, expecting me to give him an explanation. I mutter a half-assed apology and looked down at my blank notebook. Sighing, I pick up my pencil and scribble down the notes that were on the board.
I fucking hate this class. The teachers a dick.....the students are dicks.......the school board members are dicks.....the schools a dick. Fuck this place
The professor dismisses the class, but of course, he had to make me stay behind. I awkwardly shuffle up to his desk, head hung low as I wasn't looking forward to the talk or the walk in the rain to my apartment.
"What's going on with you? You used to be so good, paying attention, turning your work in on time, ect. Now, I'm lucky if you even show up"
He leans forward on his elbows, interlocking his fingers. He looks at me like I was going to give him all my money and keys to my car.
"M'fine. Don't worry about it. Can I go now?" He sighs and lets his head fall, obviously not happy with my answer. He waves me away, silently giving me permission to leave. I shuffle out of the room, moving unnecessarily slowly.
God I hate the fucking rain.
Hey everyone, super proud of this actually, I feel like this will the the best chapter of the whole book since I feel like my writing gets worse and worse at time goes on. Hope you enjoyed, anyways!
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The Boy Next Door (a Spencer Charnas fanfic)
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