No such luck.
I didn't bother changing. I was enough of a freak with my mask, who'd care about dirty ripped jeans and a sweatshirt?
Lisa made breakfast. I told her I'd already eaten. I hadn't.
"Do think my dad would care if I skipped out today?" I asked my stepmother, waiting for a reply as tied her long brown hair into a bun.
"Why do you ask?" She responds, raising a brow.
"I threw up."
"I can give you medicine."
"But I-"
"You have enough absences this semester, Sal. You're going." She says sternly. Sometimes I wished she didn't act like I was her son. But I wouldn't say that, especially not in front of Larry, who at the moment reeked of pot.
"What'd I tell you about cologne, Larbear?" Lisa says, disappointed.
"I told you not to call me that." He grumbles in response. I snicker. What a mammas boy.
"Aw, but you'll always be my little Larbear!" Lisa teases, spraying Larry with some of my dad's cologne.
"Yeah, Larbear, you're to adorable to be called Larry." I say, standing high on my tippy toes to pinch his cheeks mockingly, laughing along with Lisa as Larry stormed out to start the van, embarrassed. I walk out behind him, getting in the passenger seat of his van. It had been a while since we'd driven to school ourselves, since Lisa had been bringing us to school all semester.
I'd forgotten how horrible Larry was at driving.
By the time we were at school, I was about ready to vomit again. I didn't feel any better as I opened my locker, shutting it to be met with an angry, oddly charming tanned face, fresh with a black eye.
Travis Phelps.
"Dear lord, you look like shit, Sally freak."
"Using your lords name in vain? Not very Christian of you, pastor boy."
He responded with a scowl. His eyebrows furrowed together, and he winced as if the smallest movements made his bruise ache.
"Shut it, fag. Why don't you go make out with your cover girlfriend? I heard Campbel was caught kissing a girl in the locker room, what a whore!"
I felt rage boil within me, but I dimmed it down. Out of everyone in my group, Travis seemed to hate Ashley the most. He always referred to her as Sal's girlfriend, which seemed to be the trait he despised most about her.
"She's not a whore. And she's not my girlfriend! She was 'caught' kissing her girlfriend. It's not my fault no one likes you, maybe if you took the stick out of your ass and treated everyone a bit better you'd have a girlfriend, too." I say, glaring at him, which seemed useless since Travis couldn't even see it through my mask.
I was met with Travises fist. He punched me right where my nose should've been, almost knocking my mask off, but I was lucky. He storms off, going to who knows where.
He looked even angrier as he turned the corner, seeing Ashley rushing over to me. He stops to stare for a second as she points out the blood dripping from under my mask, dragging me to a corner so she could look at it and clean it up. When I looked back, he was gone.
What was that for?
