Care; Sam Bettley

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Slow Cheetah— Red Hot Chili Peppers
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"Good morning, Quinn. How are you?" Ms. Adams asked me as I walked into the library.

"Morning. I'm fine, and you?" I replied, faking a polite smile.

"I'm good, thank you."

I went to the back of the library, sitting at a chair next to a nearby window.

The whole environment was silent, and while I loved it, I couldn't stand it. I pulled my earphones and iPod out from my backpack, playing Foo Fighters to fill the quiet.

I simply sat there listening to music and doodling in an old notebook. This was my everyday routine since my first period was my free time.

Foo Fighters soon turned into Nirvana; Nirvana turned into Pearl Jam, and Pearl Jam turned to Red Hot Chili Peppers until it was the end of the period.

I reluctantly packed my things and left the library.

"Freak!" Some girl yelled. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hood over my head.

"Look it's the loner!"

"She's trying to hide herself, wow."

I ignored their words, glaring at the ground. It felt like all the emotion was leaking out of my body. Every step I would take, a puddle of emotion would run under my Doc Martins.

I went into Ms. Paulson's psychology class where I was her assistant since I had done so well in her class. "Hello Ms. Paulson."

"Hello Ms. Tamura. How are you?" She smiled.

"I'm fine." I lied. It's stupid to lie to a psychology teacher, they always see right through you.

She frowns but I pay no mind to her. I simply sit at my seat away from the rest of the students and go through her stacks of papers to pass back.

The class fills with my peers in a matter of minuets. Nobody looks at me and I don't even bother to look up either.

"Alright class settle down. Today we'll be learning about psychosis. Can anyone tell me what that is?" Ms. Paulson called.

The class went silent. I even looked up, surprised that nobody knew what psychosis is. I raised my hand, hoping to answer.

"Sorry Quinn, I want them to figure it out by themselves." Ms. Paulson softly smiled. I nodded, looking back at the class.

A boy with big brown eyes and shaggy hair stares at me. He had a Led Zeppelin shirt on, catching my attention almost immediately. I see him smile at me, I become almost unsure about what to do.

I look away, seeing his smile fall from the corner of my eye.

The boy raises his hand, his wide eyes still on me. "It is a mental disorder where emotion and thought is almost lost in a persons own reality." He says and I tense.

"Great job Sam! Somebody besides my assistant knows!" Ms. Paulson cheers.

We continue to stare at each other. I see that he's trying to figure me out, but I already know what he's about. Drugs and the striving for the life of a rockstar. I see him everyday, and now he finally notices me. It's rare that somebody actually sees me as a person, but nowhere near exciting.

I could care less about what he wants from me.

Sex is a meaningless and gross activity that I'd rather not even think about it.

A relationship is just a complicated and reckless thing, especially in high school.

Whatever he wanted, I could not provide.

It's just how I worked.

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this is dedicated to bandsanssaviors who decided to take down her account today. I just want to let her know that i loved all her stories and i am quite saddened to see her gone