Never Leave (BWWM)

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Monday

I woke up this morning after having that stupid nightmare again. It's like ever since it  happened, I can't seem to get over it. But then again, who'd be able to get over something like that?

I shut off my ringing alarm clock and get out of bed, heading to me and Kyle's bathroom. Of course he's still in there, even though he wakes up thirty minutes before me. I bang on the door and he immediately opens it.

"What, ass wipe?" He asks, sticking his head out of the door.

"I have to get ready too, dick face," I reply. Pretty boy here has to look perfect everyday for "his ladies," as he likes to call them.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait, squirt," he says before closing the door in my face. This happens every morning and I always end up having to go to the downstairs bathroom, or else I'll be late for school.

I head downstairs, grabbing a towel from a nearby closet, and hop in the shower. My shower is cut short when the water begins to turn cold. "Asshole, always using all the hot water," I mumble to myself, stepping out of the shower. I wrap the towel around the lower half of my body and grab my spare toothbrush and toothpaste, beginning to brush my teeth.

After doing my bathroom duties, I come into my room and pick out something to wear. I'm not big on what I wear, so I chose a simple black T-Shirt, some khaki pants, and all black Vans. I then throw a North Atlanta High hoodie over it, rub my fingers through my hair, grab my backpack, and head back downstairs.

When I enter the kitchen, I grab a few pieces of toast and an orange. I'm almost out the door when I hear my mom call my name. Dammit.

"Yes, mother?" I say, irritation pretty blatant in my voice.

"Did you get a good sleep last night?" She asks. She knows that I haven't been getting any real good sleep, and I'm happy she's trying to be concerning, but she's still annoying. I nod my head in return, obviously lying, and she begins to speak again. "Are you going to eat any breakfast, hon?"

"I have some toast and an orange, and I eat breakfast at school, mom." I turn around and begin to walk out the door before she begins to speak, yet again.

"Well honey, just have a great day at school and don't let the incident bother you too much during your studies, okay?" I sigh and nod, finally leaving out the door. I hate it that my mom calls what happened an incident. A girl shooting herself in the fucking head isn't an incident, but I can't start thinking about that right now.

The bus stop is only a few houses down from mine, right at the end of our street. When I get there, I see Mason talking on the phone, probably to Brenda, and some other kid sitting on the ground doing homework.

"What's up?" I ask Mason; I don't really know the other guy.

"Nothing major, talking to the Mrs," he replies. I roll my eyes and turn around to see Kyle walking towards us, just as the bus pulls up.

"Do you guys start this early everyday?" I ask him.

"Pretty much. Now shut up, she's telling me about the dream she had last night." He puts his finger over his mouth and walks up the steps to get on the bus. I'm definitely not sitting beside him today. And I bet Brenda's dream sure as hell doesn't beat mine.