Literally.

15.

8:00AM
I kept thinking about how I am in love with Dylan. The meaning or the words seemed so foreign but so right at the same time. It was difficult for me to explain.

I was still mad at my parents about the "incident" recently but I didn't have a ride for school from any of my friends.
Let me rephrase that.
I didn't want a ride from any of friends so, I asked my mom to give me a ride.

8:15
We showed up.
My mom said bye but I ignored her.
As I was walking away I hear  something in distance but that was something I ignored too.
I didn't want any distractions or social contact with anybody I knew.

I just wanted somebody I could rant to without be judged or yelled at.

Just someone to listen.

SPANISH

I know I only have been gone for like 2 weeks but, it feels like I'm on the first day.

I can already tell that Mr.Sanchez is over me.It hasn't been that long since I have been in his class but that doesn't stop him from flirting with an innocent freshman girl. He probably was also still with other girls when we were doing our thing.  He didn't have a ring on his finger, anymore. Either his wife/ fiance ( I don't remember) figured out he was cheating or he doesn't want that 14 year old girl to know that he is with someone.
I see a familiar face (other than the obvious)

I looked over to see Bethany sitting at desk all alone by the window.

I must of been staring because the second she saw me she glanced somewhere else.

"I'm free this Saturday." I over hear Mr. Sanchez say to the girl.

( The bells rings)

Bethany clutches her things and bolts out the door vastly.  The other students do the typically same thing.I get up out of my seat and walk over towards the front of the room to escape and then I feel a grip on my arm.  I counter poled around and saw Mr. Sanchez.

"What are you doing." i said struggling to be released.

"So, I heard your boyfriend is in the hospital. " he said. Him and I were now the only ones left in the room.

"He isn't my boyfriend." I responded still struggling.

"Oh yeah right and I'm still with my fiance."

"What, did she realize you were fucking young girls ?" I inquired.

"Your almost 18. Your not a young girl."

"Maybe but, that girl you were flirting with during class didn't look "almost" 18."

"We weren't flirting."

Yah right

"It was clearly obvious."

"Why do you care?"

"Because what you are doing is illegal."

"What am I doing that is illegal."

"Raping underage girls."

"It's not rape if it is consensual." He said trying to prove me wrong.

"Even if it was consensual, which it is, it is still rape and child abuse."

At this moment he was silent. He beamed into my eyes.

I gawked back.

I moved my arm out of his grip.