The Bad Ones

We're Going On A Trip

"We literally have an hour before the rehearsal, Bail!" Mar yelled up to me.

I groaned loudly. "Well, this wouldn't be an issue if our fucking school had the sense to have a rehearsal last week!" I yelled back.

So, our graduation ceremony rehearsal was today, in an hour, and I couldn't find my damn navy blue shirt. It was starting to get a bit more hot than our town was used to and I wanted to wear my shirt with half sleeves today. Typically, a high school would have their graduation rehearsal during the month before graduation, but ours was two days before the ceremony. Thanks to Vanders's idiocy, he schduled everything all wrong. Now I'm busy trying to find my-

"Bail, hurry!"

I sighed, giving up, and opted for a dressy, red shirt. I bounded down the stairs as fast as I could without falling the rest of the way down, stopping as I entered the kitchen.

"Okay, let's go," I said, grabbing my small bag off of the table.

Mar, Drey, and the guys just stood there.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Uh, what the hell? You tell me to hurry and now you're all just standing there?"

Carter smirked, "We'll go as soon as you put on some pants."

I looked down immediately, seeing my gray colored girl boxers. I rolled my eyes in irritation and stamped my foot. "I fucking hate this day!" I groaned on my way back to my room.

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So, now we were sitting in our respective seats during the rehearsal. Thinking ahead, The girls and I talked Vanders into putting Mar and Drey's last names as 'Harrison', because it made us closer in the seats and our names got called a lot closer as well.

My phone buzzed as Vanders was onstage explaining our actual graduation dates' details, and I pulled it out to see who was texting me. It was Mason... Again. Yeah, he finally decided to start talking to me again, and actually wouldn't stop now. He texted me even when we were in the same room. He knew I wouldn't respond, however, so he pretty much had conversations with himself.

Hey, again. Hope your rehearsal is going good. Heard you came downstairs with no pants on. Ha, good job. Anyway, see you when you get home? Yeah? Okay (:

And that was it. I understand he's trying to make amends but, with graduation so close and all the hectic events, I can't deal with him right now. My phone buzzed again.

Oh, and I miss you. And I'm sorry... Again.

As usual.

"Bail!" Mar whispered over to me. Since our town was small, there wasn't very many names that began with 'A' or 'B' between Mar and I. We were about four seats away from one another.

I put my phone back into my back pocket, "What?"

She lifted her phone and shook her head, which basically meant that Mason had also texted her. She often scolded me, like she was right now, about how harsh I was toward him. I didn't care.

I rolled my eyes and looked back toward the stage. But, instead of actually paying attention, I noticed that there was a guy standing off toward the back end of the stage. He looked extremely familiar. I squinted, thinking it would help but it only bothered me more. I know that I know him, but I feel like I hadn't known him for very long.

"Um, Bailey?" the girl beside me wanted my attention. I think her name was Bailey as well, but probably spelled differently.

"Yeah?" I asked.