Beads of sweat run down my temple.
My eyes dart up and down the walls, the red and blue lights pour through my girlfriends living room window.
I'm standing here, in the middle of it all. Holding her limp body, as her blood covers my hands.
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Three months earlier.
I walk down the halls of our quaint little high school, in our quaint little town.
"Hey babe." My girlfriend Sydney says to me, as she intertwines her fingers in mine.
"Hey beautiful." I say back. Smiling.
Still in complete shock that someone like Sydney Larroe (one of or possibly the prettiest girls in all of the eleventh grade), of all people, would agree to date a pathetic lowlife like me, Alex Maxwell.
She gives me a peck on the cheek and walks into her class.
I start off toward my class as I feel someone grab my arm. I look back to see its Johanna. She's been my best friend since the fifth grade.
"Hey Alex." Jo says, a thin, dark haired girl who likes to wear skinny jeans, beanies and band t's.
I hear the one minute warning bell ring.
"Hey, really sorry, gotta get to glass. I can't be late again. Last time I spent all of passing time talking to Sydney and I really can't be late. Sorry." I say as I hurry off to my last hour.
I feel bad about leaving Jo like that, but I think she'll get over. She should understand that I have a girlfriend now, and all my attention needs to be on her.
I get to my class and sit down just as the bell rings.
I pretend to listen to the teacher for the next hour, while my mind is really thinking about Sydney. Just the way that her hair falls perfectly on her shoulders. The way she smiles and does that cute little laugh if hers. How everything about her is just absolutely perfect.
I still ponder over the fact she said yes to my pathetic excuse of asking her out.
Well I didn't really even ask her. It was more of something like this:
"Um uh hey Sydney. Sooo umm, how are you?" *trying not to sweat thought my shirt*
"...good?" She responded. I'm pretty sure she could tell how nervous I was.
"Uh well, yer pretty wana go out som tim maybe."
"Haha uh sure, I mean, your cute, why not."
* jaw drops* well at this moment, I was just standing there, with my mouth wide open in complete shock, looking like more of an idiot then I already was. My initial thought was that she was going to reach out and slap me in the face. But I guess that didn't happen. So here I was, not sure what to do, and looking like a doofus.
By now she's looking at me like I have "idiot" spray painted across my face.
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I suddenly feel something hit me in the side of my head.
Somebody threw a ball of paper at me.
"Hey, look alive Maxwell. Whatcha doin' dreamin bout your smokin hot girlfriend again?" Snickers Tommy Blake.
Mrs. Lucas was too distracted to notice Tommy's snide little comment.
I lean over to Tommy and whisper,
"Hell yeah I am, I mean when you got a girlfriend that hot, how can you not think about her all the time." And that shut him up real quick.
School finally ends and I see Jo waiting out in front of the busses.
"Hey! Jo!" I yell and run up to her.
"Sorry for earlier, I kinda ditched you back there."
"Nah, it's fine. I totally get it, you had to get to class."
"Yeah but still-"
"Alex! Hey." It's Sydney.
"Oh hey baby." I smile at her.
"I gotta go, sorry." I say to Jo.
"Peace fam." I add as a joke.
"Peace." She says back smiling, and holding up the peace sign with her hand.
Once we're out of hearing range from Jo, Sydney says,
"Uh, who was that?" The question was full of attitude and assumption. She had even asked it with one of her eyebrows raised.
"Oh yeah, that's my friend Jo. We've been friends since like 5th grade. Sorry I forgot to introduce you guys."
"You sure that there's nothing between you two?" She says defensively.
"Yeah, I'm sure, we basically consider each other our family."
"Okay." She says wearily.
I give her a quick kiss on the cheek then get on my bus. Ready to go home.
"Thank god it's Friday, am I right?" I say to my bus driver, as he stares me down with dead looking eyes.
"Okay. Never mind." I say and sit back down. Spending the rest of the ride in silence.
