All I Need to Stay Sane {Lynn Gunn}

Cause This Time I Swear I'll Forget

The rest of the week was the same. Get up, get dressed, go to school, try not to fuck everything up. Nothing really exciting happened, except that Brendon got yelled at for dancing in his seat too much. It was to be expected I guess.

Jenna and I were sitting at a table, eating slowly while I finished a sketch I had done in my history class. "Do you know Tyler Joseph?" she wondered, drawing my attention away from my work. "Hm?"

She rolled her eyes at me and sighed, something she happened to do quite often. Jenna joked around a lot, but there were also times when she could be serious.

The wind picked up and I shivered.

"Tyler Joseph. Do you know him?"

I shrugged, not thinking to hard about little things I knew about him. "He's in two of my classes. He's pretty quiet. I've never talked to him before though," I replied, shading in part of my drawing that I knew I would fix later anyway. "Why?"

Jenna looked back at me and ran a hand through her blond hair that went to the middle of her neck. "I was just wondering. He seems interesting. And kinda nice too. He's always hanging out with that Josh kid," she explained, looking behind her. I followed her gaze, only to have my eyes land on Tyler and Josh. They were doing some sort of handshake that Jenna seemed amused by. I shook my head at her and chuckled slightly. "You like him."

Jenna whipped around and looked at me, astonished. "What? No! I don't even know him! Don't be ridiculous Alex," she denied, shaking her head at me. I only snickered and turned back to my drawing. I wondered if she would go up and finally talk to him instead of asking an absurd amount of questions. I stared at the white page in front of me, running my finger along the thin edges, listening to the soft sounds of paper against skin. I pulled my finger away too quickly, causing the edge of the paper to slice my skin open, a drop of blood staining my artwork. "Fuck," I groaned, slamming my notebook shut.

Jenna whipped around, deciding to pay attention to me. "What happened? Are you okay?"

I grabbed a napkin from the table and held it over my finger. "Paper cut," I mumbled, applying some pressure to the cut. I sighed and set the napkin down, shoving my binder back into my bag. "Where are you going? Lunch isn't over yet," Jenna stated, looking up at me.

"I have to go to my locker. I have a bunch of shit they're forcing me to turn in," I said, readjusting the straps on my backpack. Jenna nodded. "Okay. See you later then."

"Yeah. You should go talk to that Tyler guy or whatever," I suggested, just before turning around and heading to my locker. High school was a shithole but what could you do right? I had P.E. next period, and I mentally prepared myself for whatever they had planned. I guess it wasn't so bad but I just hated running or embarrassing myself in front of everybody. Plus I didn't really have any friends or people that I knew.

I was really tired, and I just wanted to go home and sleep. I was glad it was Friday, but as usual, I wasn't doing anything on the weekend. I would probably stay home, sleep in, and watch too much Netflix. I could work on my makeup work, but there was no was I was doing that. I didn't have the patience or interest in putting work into that stuff. I knew my parents and teachers would be pissed, but why did it even matter? What's the point of doing something if you don't want to?

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, turning on the sink. I rinsed my face with the cool water, avoiding my reflection. I grabbed a couple of paper towels and dried myself off, throwing them in the garbage after.

I stood there for a few moment, wondering if I should show up for class or not. I had never skipped class before, but I always thought about it. I guess it was just yet another thing I was too scared to do. I let out a loud groan and slumped against the wall, desperate for a way out of that place. Why couldn't things seem okay? Why did everything around me have to feel like it was crashing and burning and I was the only one being affected by it?

I pushed the thought away and took a deep breath before standing up and walking toward the door. I opened it and turned the corner, finally going to my locker. I had a folder with all my work in it and my English teacher was expecting me to bring it. I didn't feel like getting her upset, so I decided to bring it. I actually liked my English teacher. She was always really understanding and supportive.

I slammed my locker shut, stuffing my folder in my black backpack as I walked forward. Just as I looked up from the ground, my eyes landed on a girl walking my way, her long brown hair shaved above her ear on one side. She wore black jeans and a cropped button up shirt. She made eye contact with me and smiled warmly.

I wondered how I had never seen her before. She didn't seem like she was new. Maybe I just hadn't noticed her because I never payed attention to anyone in my classes besides Jenna who was only in one.

The girl slowed her pace and started walking toward me, making me confused. "Hey, uh, you have Mrs. Matthews for English right? I'm in your class," she tells me. "Oh. Yeah, I have her, why?"

She shrugged. "I was just wondering. I always see you alone and everything," she explained, running a hand through her hair. I nodded, looking to the side.

The bell rang and I groaned, earning a smile from the girl in front of me. "I'm Lynn by the way," she told me, walking forward a bit. "Alex," I said. "Want to walk with me?" she asked, looking at me expectantly. I nodded my head yes and joined her by her side, heading in the direction of our English classroom.

I ALREADY WANT TO PUT THEM TOGETHER UGH (also i'll edit this later cause its super late and ew im tired) sorry for any mistakes that may be there

- claire