Just Be Friends

Chapter 2

Friday part 2:

Last class always took forever. After a few yawns, turns, and useless notebook drawings, Mr Chauncey finally dismissed us as the last bell rings. I gathered all of my belongings, putting them inside my bag.

Gathering all my books, I push myself out of the chair, as a vibrating buzz coming from my phone jolted inside my pocket. With me carrying these heavy books, I carefully took out my phone, walking through my way outside the room to my locker.

Adrian York

Hey... sorry. But I cant pick u up right now. Im busy. Gon go with Cole right now. Tell mom...

Reply: Adrian York

Message: U freakin promised me!!

Adrian York

Yeah... sorry abt that.

Reply: Adrian York

Message: goddammit, adrian. I wnt walk my way home

Adrian York

Ur noteven an outcast. Go ask Amanda to get u home. And dnt forget 2 tell mom...

Reply: Adrian York

Message: u know what? Go fck urself. i'll let mom ur in trouble..

I couldn't believe this! My brother promised me he'd take me home, but now... ditching me like this; I groaned, as I angrily shoved my phone inside my pocket. I continued walking on this endless hallway until I reached the stiff lockers.

Metal slamming doors and conversations flooded the whole area. Students were starting to pile up the hallways; getting all cramped as they vacate their classrooms.

Thrusting my books inside, I felt a heavy presence against my back. "Hey." A deep male voice seem familiar greeted me. I slowly closed my eyes while shutting my locker, turning myself to face him.

"Carlos," I called out.

"What's with that face?"

I unconsciously lifted my hands to touch my face, worried that I may have been making a strange face all this time.

"You're like-" He furrows his eyebrow, making an exaggerated quirky expression of an old man with the sides of his mouth curved downward. "-this."

"What-" I moved my fingers on my temples, reaching my forehead, feeling those lines creased like wrinkles. I wasn't sure what kind of face I was making, but the creases on my forehead were real and somehow irritating.

"Problems?"

"Same old brother problems; yeah." I rolled my eyes. We started to walk towards the open door.

"You ought to get mad at all boys, after all."

"No," I disagreed with a bland taste on my voice. "That's not true." I walked forward to sit myself at the empty bench near a tree.

"Then I might consider myself to be an exception, that is." Carlos said with an arrogant tone; he remained standing beside me.

"In your dreams, Carlos. You tryin' to impress me boy? Well that ain't gonna work on me." I said with fake a Kansas accent. It sounded like I overdid it, but I was good in alternating accents.

"Gross," he uttered with disgust; but not sounded insulting. "You're not yourself. Anyways, I've got to run."

I just eyed him confusingly. "What'd you mean?" I meant to ask but he started to walk away.

I sat on the bench for some quite time, I can't remember. Others were starting to drift away; population of the students on campus was starting to lessen. Some passers-by quite puzzled why I sat alone, staring into the mid-air. It was quite a day, actually; about the James-and-I breakup, about lunch, about the library, and about Christian.