Redamancy

Chapter 4: Idiot

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞." ~𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗

Chapter 4
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As we stepped into the building, I felt Mateo's arm fall from my shoulders. Still, he remained close to me as we walked down the hall to my locker. He had gotten into the habit of walking me everywhere even if it made him late to his classes.

Once we had reached my locker, I put in my combination and pulled it open. "So, you got plans this Saturday?" I glanced up at Mateo for a second before turning my attention back to my locker.

"No, why?" I watched as a small smile found its onto his face as he leaned against the locker beside mine. He folded his muscular arms that trailed from out of his shirt. Anyone that looked at Mateo could tell the guy worked out. A lot. And if you couldn't see them, you definitely would've heard about them. It was something he was always proud to share with people specifically girls. 

"Well, I heard about this bonfire this Saturday-"

"Mateo, n-"

"-and before you reject, I already talked to Amelia. She said she was going too. Come on, it'll be fun. I think." Wait, when and how did he talk to Amelia?

"She's going? When did she say that? She didn't tell me anything," I rushed out. I had barely even gotten the chance to talk to my sister myself despite living in the same house. She was either always at cheer practice, at a friend's house, or at a 'friend's' house.

"Um, there's something called a phone. You know, you use it to communicate over long distances-"

"Shut up," I cut him off and finished putting away my bag in the locker, taking only what I needed.

"Rude. Anyways, she got invited by some girls from the cheer team, and then she invited me."

"If only you were invited, why do I have to go? Why would I even go?" I hated showing up to places with a second-hand invitation. A part of that could be because of freshman year when we had gotten turned away from a party because we assumed we could just walk in with Amelia. Never the fuck again. The walk of shame back to the car is something I vowed to never experience again in my life. 

I watched as his eyes shot to the floor as if he was thinking of a response. He looked back up at me and opened his mouth as if to say something, but a loud noise cut him off.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" A shout bounced off the walls of the lockers and made a couple of heads turn to find the source. At the end of the hall, there was a frustrated boy with his hands in his hair. He was bent over and looked as if he was going through a mid-life crisis. Beside him, there stood a shorter brown girl and a tall fair-skinned guy who looked familiar.

The girl had thrown a slap at the stressed-out guy before glancing around with an embarrassed look. She turned back to him, leaned into his ear, and whispered something to him with a 'not-so-happy' look on her face. The other guy they were with looked more annoyed than anything with his arms crossed across his chest. He had also looked around the hall at the people looking at them before his eyes eventually landed on me.