Borrowed Time

Chapter 160

English class was nothing sort of achingly boring when their teacher decided to simply give them time to work on their essays because he hadn't planned anything else... Juliette had finished hers already, and she and Carly had looked over each other's with time to spare... She'd even had time to fix her errors and there was still twenty minutes left in class... She was bored out of her fucking mind... 

She heard the familiar click of boots against the hallway floor as she glanced out the doorway, seeing Esme walk by as they glanced at her for a split second, smirking at her with a little wave, which was enough to make her clear her throat, shifting around as she tried to ignore how embarrassingly turned on she could get by just by seeing them...

There was nothing else she had to do in this class... She'd earned a little bit of relief, right?  And she didn't skip this class, she could easily leave, and her teacher wouldn't even question it...

Use that... She had to, right?

"Hey..." She murmured, nudging Carly lightly.

Be my ally in this.

"What?" Carly asked, tucking her chin against her hand as she glanced over at her, looking bored out of her skull, and Juliette couldn't blame her.

She felt the same way, that was why she was taking matters into her own hands.

"If I don't come back, bring my stuff to lunch." Juliette said, and Carly raised an eyebrow, setting down her pen as she scooted a bit closer for a moment, which did not seem like the right reaction for someone who was going to take the things of someone trying to leave the room, but what did she know, right?

"Are you planning to kill yourself... That sounded very 'I'm-going-to-end-it-all' type of thing..." She murmured, making Juliette blink in surprise... How wonderfully candid, what the fuck?

"What?"  Right, I should make sure that I clarify that I am not, in fact, going to kill myself... good idea. She shook her head. "Why would I need you to bring my stuff to lunch if I was gonna kill myself?" She asked, and after a pause Carly sighed and nodded. Good fucking call there, buddy... You don't want me to be honest.

"You know, that's a good point." Carly looked at her questioningly before she seemed to think better of it, leaning back in her chair. Good call. "I... Don't wanna know what you're gonna go do, just go do it. I've got your back" She said, and Juliette smiled, squeezing her hand in thanks.

You're a good friend, Ellison.

"Thank you." She cleared her throat, standing up as she rushed to the desk. Sell it. You've gotta sell it or this is all for not. He was busy writing something in his calendar, and Juliette had to clear his throat to even get his attention. Hm... That could either be really good or really bad. "Sir?" She asked, and he sighed, sounding disinterested.

Okay... Damn.

"Yes, Ms. Smith?" He asked, not looking up at her at first... Okay, act... Grimace... You always look pissed when you get a headache, Shelby told you that, you've gotta sell this so he doesn't question it.

"May I go to the nurse? I have a headache." She murmured, and he looked up at her with marked concern as he set down his pen and nodded, folding his hands on his desk.

Please don't ask more questions, just accept that I'm ill and send me away. Act like I've got the plague, cast me off.

"Of course." He glanced over his glasses at Carly, who was scribbling something in her notebook before he looked back at her. "You can take Ms. Ellison with you if you'd like, in case you need someone." She was quick to shake her head, though bringing Carly would help even more to sell the facade, she couldn't ask Carly to come with her - that would be stupid.