The Kids Screaming Oliolioxenfree [Editing]

Goodbye. (Ch.15)

Today I went to school with a smile on my face. I had a black sweatshirt on with maroon skinny jeans and black vans. I had to wear my black hoodie because me and my friends had a little altercation. But of course I won the fight. They realized they were the one in the wrong and they promised they'd go as deep as I wanted from then on. And they did.

I was already dizzy. With happiness or blood loss I had no clue. But I went to each of my classes, telling them I needed my work for the week because I wouldn't be in school. Once I'd gathered it all I had two backpacks full of textbooks and class/home work. I left to the abandoned sector of the school. It held all our fine arts classes. Chorus, band, creative writing, etc. They had to be shut down due to budget issues. But the entire wing of the school was abandoned. So I walked to the boys bathroom because it was closer to where I was. I opened the door and escaped.

In my purse I'd stashed candles and lighters. Pencils, pens, sharpeners, scissors. But most of all, candles. I put them everywhere and lit them. Once I had lit them all, I sat on a chair that had, no doubt, been brought there by "rebellious" seniors trying to get a kick out of there own stupidity. I sat at the counter and did my work.

I'd been in that bathroom, listening to music while I worked for more than two and a half hours when my headphones were lightly tugged out of my ears. I looked straight and saw Johnnie. I sighed and rolled my neck in irritation.
"What the hell do you want?", I asked him irritably.
"You've been served.",he said looking at me in the mirror, pulling my chair back and handing me a white, folded piece of paper that read,
'Please excuse Katherine King from her current activities, as she is being asked to Adrian Aryel's office.
Sincerely Adrian Aryel.'
Adrian Aryel. Pronounced Are-ee-el. Beautiful if you ask me. But I don't like him.
"I'll be there when 'your royal highness' comes down here and drags my royal ass down there.", I said. He smirked.
"Okay.", and he walked away.

Oh shit. What have I done? Shit. Fuck. Fucking......FUCK! Ugh what am I gonna do.

I decided that I'd pack everything up and go to the girls bathroom at the other end of the sector.

When I arrived no one was there. So I set everything up and began working. It hadn't been fifteen minutes before my eyes were blinded by a warm pair of hands. I pulled my headphones out.
"Guess wh-"
"Adrian...", I sighed annoyed. But before I could protest he gripped his hand around my belt, his fingers separating my jeans from my white belt. After he dragged me out of the bathroom he swung me over his shoulder. I didn't protest. I just crossed my arms and waited to be put down.

Once we reached his office he set me down.
"I had candles burning in there.", I said.
"Yeah Johnnie's blowing them out right now."
"What do you want?", I said shaking my head. I didn't want to be around him. I want to be left alone. But I was fed up with being alone. I don't know what I want. All I know is that my stomach started hurting in his very presence.
"Please. I-"
"Save it.", I walked out of his office and back up the stairs.
"I want you to come to lunch.", he yelled after me.
"Just go to lunch.", he said before watching me waltz up the stairs.

I decided I could do that. So I did. It was 11:45 when I went to go get lunch. I grabbed a salad, 2% milk, and some grapes. After I paid and passed the lunch lady I heard an announcement coming from a man in the front of the cafeteria. He told us to be quiet but it wasn't like I was talking anyway. Then I heard the intercom squeak. The acoustic version of the song If I'm James dean you're Aubrey Hepburn faded in. I didn't realize the curtains on the stage in the front of the cafeteria were closed, until they opened drawing my attention to them.

What the fuck? My band was sitting in place on stage. They looked sort of...confused. It was painfully forceful but it looked sort of like they didn't know what to do. Like something was missing from the picture. There was Johnnie on bass. Adrian on acoustic. Ana on drums.

My band. My. Me. I was missing. I was lead singer. I looked them each in the eye and found that they were all staring me back in the eye. I heard a bunch of rustling in unison. I realized that every one in the cafeteria was looking at me. Those fucking assholes.

"Sorry for the delay, but honestly, we're nothing without a lead singer. Without our lead singer.", Adrian said into the microphone. But everyone's gaze stayed on me. So I walked up to the stage. As soon as I appeared I was tossed a microphone and the song started playing. It was a new song. I hadn't even finished it yet. They were playing an acoustic version of course. I don't know why Ana was there. She hummed in the background. Adrian's beautiful voice started singing.
"I'm in the middle of the ocean. I've got a lot on my shoulders. I'm in the middle of the sea. I've got to see beyond these boulders. But there's so much that I've missed. I've got to get this off my chest. I love you and you hate me, can we just be happy? Please. I hate you and you love me can we just pretend, can we just dream? Well I don't know. I don't know-ow-ow.
I'm in the center of the whole world. I've got to hold all this pressure. I've got the world in my hands and, I guess I could drop it at my leisure. But there's so much that I miss, like you. I love you and you hate me can we just sing 'cause, you've got me going ooh-la-la. You've got me going ooh-la-la. Go!", Johnnie zoned out into the guitar world in his head as I swayed to Adrian's beat. We stood side by side as Johnnie faded and the music stopped during phrases.
"I love you," he sang and turned his torso towards me, pointing a finger gun at me.
"And, I hate you.", I said doing the same.
"Can we just be happy, please? I love you and you hate me, can we just sing.", we sang in unison holding out the last note.
"'Cause you've got me going ooh-la-la. You've got me going ooh-la-la. Ooh-la-la. Ooh-la..la.", we slowed to the beat of the song. I stopped singing because I hadn't written any further in the song. Adrian approached me and began singing unexpectedly meaningful words. "I love you. Can you love me? Well I love you but you hate me. I love you can you love me? Well I love you, do you hate me? Do you love me?", nice bridge.
"'Cause...", He held his hand out toward the crowd.
"You've got my heart singing ooh-la-la. Singing ooh-la-la. You've got me singing ooh-la-la. Ooh-la-la.", the crowd began to sing in unison and the only beat was the clapping of there hands. Then everyone stopped. " Ooh he loves you!", a jazzy looking, dark skinned girl by the name of Tasha stood up and sang in a nice soul voice, her arm reaching out to me as if she could reach me from so far away. "Why!-do you hate him.", a darker skinned boy by the name of Dylan stood up keeping the soulful tone.
"Can you just be...", a light skinned girl by the name of Jessica sang keeping the same tone.
"Happy?!", To be honest it sounded like fourfiveseconds by Rihanna. The crowd sang the chorus again and then the song ended.
"I'm sorry.", Adrian said stepping toward me and grabbing my hand which pulled away from his grasp.
"You don't get to do that."
"Do what?", he asked.
"Put me on the spot like that. Looks like I'm the ass of the school. I'm going home. And for the love of God won't you bite your fucking tongue. Before I shove it down your fucking throat. It's moments like these when silence is fucking golden and then you open your damn mouth. No one wants to fucking hear you so save your breathe. So desperate to be heard it's pathetic. Please! Just spare me the pleasure of your presence. Honesty I'd love to see you choke on the heart you fucking broke. Oh and all those bridges you made trying to get into my heart, into my mind, they're gone. I've burnt them to ashes. So go to hell for God's sake. You've fucking blindsided me so many times. I'm fucking over it. You've left me like a deer in fucking headlights to meet my fucking demise. You're a sick arrogant bastard.", I was in tears but I didn't care. I looked him right in the eye and told him everything that had been running through my head.

I was done with him. I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore after this Friday. My sadistic side wants him to know because he'll know he can't do anything to stop it. I'll be gone and I'm not coming back. That would be redundant, irrational, and counter-productive.