System Shock

My Way

  Don't care what nobody say. I'm gonna do it my way. --- Bow Wow and Omarion

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1 month later

I stared at the empty desk in front of me. It's been empty for three days. Where is she today? It's nearly impossible for me to survive this boring ass class without her. Without staring at her curly, silky brown hair that falls to her shoulders and her caramel skin that when hit at the right angle the sun glows, without her faint smell of strawberries or cotton candy on some days.

I sat back in my seat and sighed. I've got to see her, someway, some how.

SKYLAR's POV

I lay in bed with my blanket pulled up to my neck. The one thing I hate more than school is being sick from school. Don't hate me because I'm studious.

I listened to the rain patter against my window. My mom knocked on the door but barged in smiling widely at me before I could even invite her in.

"you have a visitor" she said coming over trying to fluff my pillow and fix my wild hair.

mom, stop" I moved away from her. "who is it?" I was extremely curious, considering the fact I only have two friends, Dreux and Natalie who don't even go to this school. They used to be my neighbors but no, their lovely parents eagerly transferred them out once they learned of this social hierarchy thing. My parents couldn't do that for me though because of stupid Marques. Who repeats their senior year twice and on purpose? Oh I know he fucking does!

"oh, his name is Trey. He's one of your brother's lovely friends. He wanted to bring you your work. He says he's your friend."

I smirked. This is clearly a joke or trick. Let me guess, all the populars are outside my window just waiting to bust through it and kill me, or humiliate me or something to those extremes.

"tell him to leave" I stated flatly. "I don't have a friend named Trey."

"well, you do now and he's coming up" she briskly left my room.

I sat up higher in my bed. What does he want? Why is he here? I don't talk to him and he doesn't talk to me. He must want something.

Before I could run though my thoughts anymore there was a light knock on my door. The enemy. "come in" I greeted unwillingly.

He timidly opened my door, clutching some books and smiled at me. "hey" he said suavely as her entered. He walked over to me and handed me the books. "I brought these for you. I'm sure you don't like getting behind."

I looked at the textbooks and they were mine. But my books were in my locker. How the hell did he get them? "they were in my locker, how'd you get them?"

"I'm friends with the janitor." He smiled as if he had done something great but I was about to shoot that down.

"So are you the reason why I got paint dumped on me a few weeks ago?"

He stepped back and frowned. "No. I wouldn't. I didn't—"

I cut him off. "Then it was one of you and my brother's friends"

"But I—"

I just shook my head. "Just get out!"

I must have scared him because he jumped a little.

"I was just trying to help" he explained.

"Did I ask for any help? No, I didn't. I've been doing fine by myself for three years, so just get out!"

He looked at me with hurt eyes for a minute, then slowly turned around and walked towards the door.

Maybe I was a bit harsh, but I'm sick of people like him dragging me to hell everyday. But, I guess he didn't really do anything wrong.

"Wait" I said just before he opened the door to leave. He turned around quickly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You didn't have to do this but you did, so thank you"

He smiled. "No problem. Do you want me to bring you your assignments tomorrow?"

I nodded. "If you could, that'd be really nice"

"Do you want me to bring you anything else tomorrow?" he asked jamming his hands in his pockets.

"Um, no thanks. Thank you though"

He smiled and nodded, then left my room.

I sunk back down in my bed. I must be hallucinating. Why was there just a popular in my room? I'm so confused. He just risked his reputation. I swear this is a trick. Why does he even care? We don't talk.