Lime st. [ opposites attract ]

oscar O'BRIEN

i'm late. again. i don't think there will ever be a time where i make i somewhere on time. since i'm late, i have to sit sport out. again. that's the third time in a fortnight.
it's not even my fault either. if my stupid sister got out of the car when she was suppose to instead of complaining about her stupid friends to mum, the car wouldn't have broken down and we wouldn't have been stranded. the other two times i just slept in though. so they're my fault.
what a start to an already terrible day. my brother took my uniform so i had to wear a pair of shorts that are too short that make me look like a gimp, my mum forgot to buy muesli bars so i haven't got my absolute favourite strawberry yoghurt snack and finally i forgot my homework so i'm gonna get a detention.
i sigh out loud by accident and the girl sitting next to me with ice pressed to her nose where she got elbowed in the face by her friend, by accident i would assume, looks over at me.
she pulls the ice away from her face, wincing. it's bruising. only slightly though, it won't make her look ugly, just badass. then blood starts dripping from her nose again on her already stained shirt. she sighs even louder and i offer her a sympathetic smile. she looks back to the dodgeball game and puts the ice back against her face, wiping the blood from her upper lip.
then the bell rings and i get to leave and it's time to go to english. in the corner of my eye i see her friends gather around her asking if she's okay but mostly laughing.
"where were you? i had to emotionally harassed by miss on my own. do you have any idea how much spit went on my face because there weren't two people to spread it between?" troye greets me.
i laugh at his idea of a hello and just shrug. "car broke down. and we got stuck because the tow took ages. there was a crash further down the road."
"well, that sucks." he says. he leans on the locker beside mine, waiting for me to get my english books out before we head on over.
"did you watch the new episode?" i ask him about our favourite series. it's supernatural in case you were wondering. we follow it religiously and i will admit, jensen ackles and jared padalecki are both very attractive men and i'm a little unset they're both in relationships tbh. also kind of offended.
but enough literal gay talk.
"no, so don't spoil it. fucking heather," his sister, "was watching her stupid x-factor or whatever and my tv is broken."
"well hurry up and watch it, come to mine if you need to."
we walk into class and miss greets us with smiles as we walk to the back corner.
"what about your homework for math? i didn't get question 6 or 7 so i just left them." he asks.
"all you had to do was multiply the second number and round it." i try to explain it to him. he doesn't get it. i draw a small equation in the corner of my book to show him.
"okay, yep, cheers mate." he nod.
"don't hand it in. i forgot mine and i'm gonna get a detention." i beg as more people file in.
he laughs but agrees not to so we take the punishment together. actual friendship goals, eh?
once the lesson starts we know to shut up and not piss our teacher off because she's cool until she's angry. english is easy, i know what i'm doing, I enjoy it and i have it with troye so it's a win-win...win i guess. 
the school day goes by slowly, as usual. i hangout with my dorky friends, talk about dorky things, do my shirty classes before waiting for mum to pick me up. then it's a three hour wait until dinner where all seven of us pile around the kitchen table, say grace, then eat an awesome meal because my mum is the best cook. then after we've had tea, we head of to do our own thing and then at 11 it's bed for me. before this year, i had to go to bed at 9 because i shared my room with my 13 year old brother but then we rearranged after christmas and I got my own room. well, it's the basement but it's awesome. and soundproof. and the windows have the best view of the sky so i moved my bed under them.
but now it's 1 and i still can't fall asleep.
so, utilising the door out of the basement, i decide to go for a walk considering it a clear and warm night. i make sure to grab my lighter and pack of smokes on the way out and tie a jacket around my waist invade it gets cold while i'm out.
waiting until i'm well out of view from home, i light the third last cigarette out of my packet, cupping my hands around it so it actually catches. the first drag is always the best, in my opinion. i like the instant calm that sets over me.
i always feel guilty when i smoke. my parents would be very upset i they knew that i did. but it helps with stress, which i have a lot of at the moment. i turn down the street i usually walk to get to the bush land at the back of town and i see a body hunched over on the sidewalk. the moonlight helps enough so i can see that it's a female around my age. or a meth head.
i walk closer and hear a faint mumbling, making me think it's an addict even more. but then she looks up, hearing me approaching an i realise that she's from school. and she's singing, not summoning satan.
i see the bruise on her face, and the slightly squinted fashion of her eye and know she's the girl from pe.
and she is fucking baked.