Your Tears Don't Fall,They Crash Around Me

Your Tears Don't Fall, They Crash Around Me- Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

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                We got up and out of the Spanish room as soon as the bell rang, parting ways for our second period classes, Leo with Eli and me with Mason. Leo waved furiously at us as he and Eli headed in the opposite direction.

I laughed at his antics and threw my empty coffee cup in a trash bin as we passed it, now finally fully awake. I inwardly thanked Mason again for being the best guy friend ever.

            “So are you ever gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he suddenly asked.

            Damn you Mason.

            How the hell had he figured that out? Why did I have to choose such insightful frikin’ friends!

            “Wrong? There’s nothing wrong. Why would you assume there was something wrong?” I asked, rambling on like an idiot.

            Mason merely raised an eyebrow at me. I knew that look. I’d known Mason so long now I could practically read his mind. It said, ‘You expect me to believe that?’

            I sighed, “Okay, how long have you known?”

            Mason scoffed. “Please, I knew the second you walked in this morning; I just didn’t want to ask before you had your morning coffee. I actually rather like the current arrangement of my face,” he said sarcastically, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you display every emotion you feel clear on your face. All class it was basically a slide show of annoyance, irritation, and fits of furious rage.”

“Ha Ha Hah, your hilarious. Whatever. But I can’t exactly relate this entire story to you in a hallway full of people.” I said, looking around at the crowd of people in the hallway surrounding Mason’s next class.

“Jeez, what’d you do? Rob a bank?”

“If only things were that simple,” I said regretfully, looking around at the crowd once again, or at least what was left of it. The halls were nearly empty, which meant I was running low on time.

“Listen, the bell’s about to ring, I gotta go. Meet me at Hayley’s house after school today. I have to explain all this shit to her to. Might as well have a frikin’ party.”  I added sarcastically.

“I’ll be there.” He said

It was at that moment that the bell decided to ring.

“shit.” I cursed, “I’m late. Mrs. Mansler is gonna kill me.” Mrs. Mansler is our psycho slave-driver of a English teacher. Let’s just say there’s a reason why we call her Mrs. Manslaughter.      

“Yeah, you’re pretty much screwed.” Mason said, barely masking a laugh.

“Thanks for the encouragement. Well, I’ll be going now.” I said hurrying off in the direction of my class.

“God speed!” Mason yelled after me.

I would have laughed had I not be pissing my pants. I was dead. So dead. Manslaughter was about to live up to her nickname.

I half-jogged into the courtyard, suddenly surrounded by small trees and flowers. The school has a large garden courtyard in its center, covered by a high glass roof which allowed for plenty of sunlight to get in and keep the garden alive year round.