I'm Glad I Met You

Chapter 6

"Have you guys seen my blue notebook?" I ask my parents while I'm packing my bag, "we hid it. That's your punishment" dad tells me and my eyes widen, "what? No! At least let me use it at home!" I beg, "not till your grades are up" mum sighs. "I'm going to Ray's house after school" I huff and walk out the door.
"It's just so unfair! Not only do I use that notebook to plan stories, I also use it to write down my thoughts." I rant, "so it's kinda like a journal?" Frank asks, "basically except I don't write my feelings down, I write things like... Never mind" I stop myself before I tell them how I understand things (which is what I write). "Do you think they'll go through it?" I bite my lip, something I do when I'm nervous. "You'll be fine. as long as they respect your privacy" Ray tells me, "thanks... Oh I can go to your house later tonight" I tell Ray, "what, are you two hooking up? Damn, I had my bets set on you and Mikey" I roll my eyes at Frank's remark. "We aren't 'hooking up' Frank, we're in the same maths class and wanted to do a project together" Ray tells him, "ya know Mikey isn't here right now, you don't need to think of a cover up story" "okay, first off Frank-" I flip Frank off, "secondly, where is Mikey?" We all look to Gerard, "he said he was feeling sick but he told me that he had an assignment due in today that he hadn't done so he may have just pulled a sickie." Gerard informs us.

I walk to my next class and wait for more students to arrive. 15 minutes go by and no one even walks past, I look on the door and notice a small sticky note: 'Due to the year nines having a test in the main parts of the m-block Ms Harper's year 12 inquiry classes will be moved to a different room. Please check the double doors of the LSF for where the classes will be.' I fast walk to the LSF, trying to calm myself down. "The class list will still be there, you'll find your class and will be fine." I whisper to myself. When I get to the double doors there is no paper, only sticky tape from where the paper has previously been. My vision becomes blurry and I feel the pit in my stomach grow. I start to yank at my hair, which surprisingly calms me down a little. I reach into my blazer pocket, grab my phone and call the only person I can think of. "Hello?" Mikey answers, "h-hey" I manage to stutter. "Gina? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Mikey frantically asks, "I'm having an anxiety attack" I say and feel a tear slip down my cheek, which makes me tug on my hair a bit harder. "Take a deep breath. In, and out." I do as Mikey instructs, my breathing pattern regulates but I know that's not going to last for very long. "Go to sickbay, tell them you've had an anxiety attack and need to go home." "Both my parents are working though" I tell him and pull my hair tighter, "you could call your parents and ask if my mum could pick you up? She's not busy and she'd be happy to help." I close my eyes for a minute and think. "Okay, I'll call you back in a second" I quickly hang up, then call mum.
"Thank you" I tell Mrs Way as we pull into her driveway, "it's no trouble. Besides, Mikey would never let me hear the end of it" she says and we laugh. As soon as I close the car door Mikey comes sprinting out of the house and pulls me into a hug. "Are you okay?" He  asks when we pull away, concern clouding his features. "I'm feeling better, thanks to you... Oh god that sounded so cheesy!" I stick my tongue out in fake disgust.

"Keep the door open!" Mrs Way shouts as we walk upstairs to Mikey's room, "so this is my room" Mikey does jazz hands, "your room is so cool!" I tell him, still slightly laughing from his failed attempt at jazz hands. "Sorry it's a little messy, I only had time to slightly clean up" Mikey scratches the back of his neck. "No, it's fine." We both sit down on his bed, leaning against the wall. I'm sitting cross legged and Mikey is sitting with his legs out in front of him. "So what do you want to do?" Mikey asks. "Well we could talk, or watch a movie... Or sleep" I list a few options from the top of my head. "I mean... I'm not really tired, but it would probably be more comfortable to lie down. And if we laid on our side we'll be able to talk." We agree to do that, but I notice Mikey has a small double which means we'll have to lay quite close to be comfortable. "How's your lip been?" I ask, looking at the scab and bruise on Mikey's lower lip. "It's been healing okay, it still hurts though." All of a sudden I get an image of Mikey closing the gap between us and aggressively pushing his lips to mine, I see his hands going down to my waist and me tangling my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me. I feel my cheeks heat up at the realisation of me thinking of kissing a friend. "What are you thinking about?" Mikey asks, "uhm... Nothing?" What am I meant to say? Oh yeah, I was daydreaming that we were making out, but don't worry. I only think of you as a friend. "That sounds suspicious as fuck" Mikey says and I laugh. "Do you wanna borrow some clothes so you don't have to spend all day in uniform?" Mikey asks, "if it's not to much trouble..." I say and he shakes his head. "Here" Mikey gives me a pair of leggings (which I'm assuming are his mums), and a band shirt.

"I should get going" I grab my bag, "you don't want a lift?" Mikey asks. "Nah, I'm only going around the corner" I shrug and see Mikey look confused because I don't live around the corner, "Ray and I have a project to do so we're meeting at the shops then going to his house." I tell him and he nods. "You you want the clothes back?" I ask, pulling at the hem of the shirt. "You can keep it for tonight and give it back to me tomorrow." He tells me. "Thanks" I smile.

A new chapter will be up over the next couple of days, but my updating might become a little less frequent or a little more depressing because I have to go back to school soon and I'm really not looking forward to it.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
-Mae