Out of Everyone✯Vikklan

Chapter 10

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The alarm blares and yells at me to wake up. I simply turn it off though. A two day weekend is not enough for me. Especially after what happened. I just want to stay home and distract myself from everything. Not like my parents care. All they do is go out for work. I bet they wouldn't even notice if I stay home.

I wake up again. The first thing I do is check the time. 1 PM. That wasn't expected. I've been sleeping for almost the entire school day already. Another hour till people are out of school. I still don't know what do about everything yet. My phone sits next to the clock on my desk. An unbelievable amount of notifications for one day. 23 calls from Rob, 12 from Preston, and 4 from Brandon. Is it really that big of a deal that I don't show up for school?

I wander around my house doing random stuff-cleaning things up, finishing unfinished work, cooking/burning food, etc.-until someone knocks on the door. I go to it to see who it is. Through the peephole, I see Rob and Preston looking quite nervous as they stand outside. I don't open it, and Rob goes to the window. He doesn't see me.

"Come on, Preston, let's go. He's not home." They start walking away. I don't want to talk to them right now. Brandon, maybe, but not them. I go back to the kitchen and see that the toast I was trying to cook has turned into a few ashes. Burnt toast. Why do bad things happen to good people? I turn off the toaster and clean up the mess. Why am I even bothering to try? It's not like I've ever known how to cook.

"Hi, Vikk," Brandon says. I jump, knocking down the toaster, and glare at him.

"Thanks, asshole. I needed that heart attack."

"Hey, you didn't answer anything," Brandon says. "I just wanted to come check on you."

"How the hell did you even get in here?" I ask.

"You have a spare key under the vase of daisies," He tells me. I didn't even know that.

"Well, I'm fine. Perfectly okay. Thanks for checking. Now go away." Brandon reaches over and puts the toaster back up.

"I want to know what's wrong."

"Nothing."

"Lies. What happened during the dance? Rob told me about it, y'know." Brandon looks at me, and I sigh.

"I don't want to talk about it," I mumble. He shakes his finger at me in a scolding manner. I roll my eyes.

"Did it have to do with that guy? The one you were talking to?"

"Yes."

"What happened?" Brandon asks again. I guess I have to tell eventually.

"I found out who he was."

"Who?" I give him a look, and his mouth makes an 'o.' "Lachlan."

"Yeah." I rub my eyes. He pats my back.

"What do you think now?"

"I hate him, but I like him." He blinks.

"The hell?"

"I hate Lachlan, but I like the guy under the mask," I explain. "Am I making sense or sounding crazy again?"

"It makes sense. Do you want to know what I think you should do?" I nod, encouraging him to continue. "You should tell him who you are. He's been asking, and a bunch of girls are answering. What's stupid is none of them realize is a boy was the one dressed in a star."

"Wait, what?"

"Lachlan wants to know who was the one dressed in a star. A bunch of girls said they did," He repeats. I shake my head with a laugh. That's stupid as hell.

"Exactly, which is why you should tell. It'll make all the girls angry, and it'll be awesome."

"But what if he doesn't like me?"

"Then it won't really matter."

"But what if everyone hates me even more?"

"Why would that happen?"

"I slap him, and then I tell him I like him."

"Then everyone can leave you alone."

"But what if-"

"Okay, shut the fuck up." I close my mouth. Brandon almost never cusses, so when he does, you know he's being serious. "It'll be okay. Nothing is going to happen. You'll get through it. Everything will be okay."

"Do you really think so?" I sigh.

"Yes. More than that, I know so. It'll be okay."

Brandon's one of my most trusted friends. He doesn't tell anything but truths. If he thinks this'll work, it'll work. I hope.