GREY [on hold]

Ditch

Surprisingly, I did not see Chase in my first and only class with him.

Was he okay? Last time I saw him he was fuming with anger towards Trevor in the hallway, and I still don't know what he whispered to him.

My head ache was barely knocking at my head again, and for the whole hour, I was paying zero attention.

I couldn't think. How could I?! My life just took a drastic change yet I'm still sitting in the same spot as I do every morning of the week. I had no focus on class nor did I care at all about it. Which was rare. All I cared about was Trevor. And Chase. And what the hell was going on.

I still had feelings about Trevor. And I didn't know how to overcome them.

I still didn't like Chase. But I could feel something change between us.

I zoned out as Mr. Rutherford continued to lecture for the whole hour. Once the end of the class bell rang, my mind buzzed back into reality. I quickly gathered my stuff. And I started feeling claustrophobic. My brain wandered to the feeling of being scared of Trevor that night. And I felt my throat tighten up.

I needed some fresh air.

I somewhat defensively pushed my way through the swarming students trying to find an exit.

I rammed my side into the first outside door I could find and fell out to the emediate feeling of fresh bare air.

I let the door fall behind me as I moved towards the outside wall of the school where I dropped my back pack. My back was against the cold red bricks and my hands on my knees. I bowed my head and let my hair fall around my face.

I simple stood there for a second, breathing in the fall air. Leaves blanketing the ground under my feet. All I could here was a few nearby cars driving on the road a good ways away from me and a cristling sound of a ciggerette.

A ciggerette?

I raised my head and flipped my hair out of my face, I looked to the right of me. Nothing. I looked to the left.

A rusted crooked picnic table sat lop-sided on dead grass and red and brown fall leaves. I let my eyes travel up the bench where I saw two black and white converse were placed. And along with those converse, was a body. My eyes traveled up the body, making note to the fact that the body wore black jeans and a white button down shirt.

I was almost hesitant to look at the face that belonged to the body. Knowing exactly who it was.

My eyes traveled up his neck and along the angle of his jaw. Up to his perfect lips that a cigarette was placed in between. His moist lips perfectly held the lit nicotine.

And as I assumed, it was Chase.

He sat on the top of the table, and feet in the bench. He was leaning forward with his elbows in his knees. Both hands intertwined with each other in front of him.

With his ciggerette in his mouth, he furrowed his eyebrows at me, and I realized he must have been staring at me every since I walked out of that door.

"You okay blondie?" He stopped looking at me and was staring directly in front of him.

Blondie? He had never called me that before. But then again, we had only met yesterday.

"Uh, I don't know," I'm not sure why I didn't just lie and say I was okay.

He took a long drag from his cigarette before taking it between his two fingers and removing it from his lips.

"Why are you out here?" I continued before he could respond to my first statement.

"Needed some air." He threw his eyes onto my body.