Dead Love

Chapter 2

"No, no, no!" I screamed. I immediately started crying. I didn't even care that Jessica was sitting right next to me watching me ball my eyes out. I looked over at her and she was just staring at me. I grabbed the paper out of her hands and balled it up and threw it out the window. Jessica rubbed my back as I cried into my hands with my elbows on my lap. I cried for at least ten minutes straight.

"I don't mean to sound unsympathetic but we need to get to school. Do you want me to drop you off at home?" Jessica asked. "No. I'll live." I said. Jessica was very skeptical but started to drive down the highway. I pulled down the beaten up black visor and looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My brown hair was tangled up and knotted, all of the beach curls falling out. My eyeliner and mascara was smeared all down my face. I opened up the glove compartment, grabbed a napkin and cleaned my face off.

We got to the school in 15 minutes. It was already 9:45 but we went through the main office. The office was small with a counter going through part of the middle of it. It was a sickly light green color with bright red countertops. Ms. Deed, a gray-haired old lady is our receptionist. When Jessica and I got to the counter she smiled. "Well it seems you are a little late this morning." Jessica looked at me suspiciously and then turned back to Ms. Deed. "Yes and the reason being is we had a little fender bender on the way here." Jessica said. Ms. Deed suddenly turned alarmed. "Oh my. Is everything okay now?" She asked. "Now it is. We had to get to get my bumper replaced and that took some time so that's why we're late. I really apologize for that." Jessica replied. While Jessica was saying all this she was smiling tightly, clearly annoyed. Ms. Deed said "Oh that's fine you're late I'm glad you two are okay. Here's your pass." "Thank you." Jessica said with a smile grabbing the piece of paper.

You see unlike me Jessica is a spectacular liar. That's why we're such good friends. She will lie our way into anything and I go with it because well I suck at lying. Besides if that doesn't work she just uses her looks to get her way.

Jessica and I walked down the halfway. Our hallways you see are wide with red and black checkered tiles on the bottom half and a lemon yellow paint on the top half, yeah I know it's not a good combination trust me. We both have all the same classes together and next we got to go the best teacher in the world. Not. Her name was Miss. Sunshine even though she's so mean. Also I don't mean to sound rude but I've seen black holes brighter than her, no joke. Well anyways Miss. Sunshine is the music teacher in our case chorus teacher and that's where we were heading. We walked into the class to find it had already started and they were in the middle of singing.

Miss. Sunshine looked at us in pure disgust, curling her lip up in the process. "So nice of you girls to join us." She spat. "Sorry, car trouble." Jessica retorted back. Miss. Sunshine glared back at Jessica and jerked her head to the left indicating for us to get our folders and get to our seat. We got the memo. Jessica and I walked over to get our folders from the filing cabinet.

As we walked by everyone looked at us like we just killed someone. Then I thought of Jared. Why did he have to die? Why! It wasn't fair! I stopped in my tracks. Jessica looked at me saying through her facial expressions move, don't be an idiot. I kept standing there, then I made a mistake, I looked to where Jared should've been sitting knowing he would never get to sit there again or talk out in class and get in trouble.

I lost it right in that spot. I sprinted out the door crying my eyes out, running into walls, lockers, and trash cans because of blurry vision from the tears. I ran to the only place I thought that could comfort me. Jared's locker. I leaned my back up against that hideous green locker crying and crying. Then I started pounding on it with my fist screaming "Why!" between my sobs and cries of complete sadness and loneliness.

And in that moment I knew no one was going to come looking for me.