The Normals

Undesired Sights

A total of two things had changed about Mia since our first greeting. 

First, she had undeniably felt a sense of comfort around me. What I mean by that is that she had begun to feel like she could fully be her zealous self around me. She no longer spoke to me in a slightly coy, unsure voice. Now, she welcomed me every morning with a crushing (and quite awkward) hug. But even so, I didn't really mind.

Second, Mia's sense of fashion was slowly falling. Not like I was one to speak of fashion though, considering my wardrobe mainly consisted of worn, washed out jeans and baggy tees.

But even so, Mia never ceased to amaze me, or anyone else apparently. Hell, she somehow made Lady Gaga seem like a common streetwalker. 

And yet for some odd reason, I couldn't find it in me to care. She may have embarrassed others in the past with her vibrant personality and extremely eccentric wardrobe, but it honestly did not bother me. After all and in truth, she was the only reason I got up in the mornings anymore. Her unique attitude and outfits exclusively added to my amusement and newfound positive behavior.

Today however, I question how she even found her current apparel. Mia's present outfit consisted of a absolutely horrid, Christmas styled sweater with a reindeer head and a pair of bright-neon colored leggings. Her shoes were common sandals, and her jewelry was all false gold. But to top off her rebellious look, she wore her hair in a very frizzy, 80's styled side ponytail.

Aaron and Daren, the twins, stared at her as if she had grown five extra heads as the two of us walked down the school hallway. "What the actual fuck, bro?" Daren asked his twin as his eyes remained glued on Mia.

Aaron slowly shook his head in disbelief. "No clue." He replied simply.

The two were ignored as we walked together to Mia's butter colored locker. "So, I won't be able to do anything with you after your therapy session. Mr. Johanson is tutoring me again since literature is my only weakness." She mumbled, spinning the combination to her locker. The metal contraption opened with a groan, and a loud thud was heard as Mia dropped two text books into her butter colored monstrosity.

"Again?" I heaved a sigh, moving my weight onto my left leg. "You know I can help you right? I am actually not quite bad at literature myself. Especially when the novel we are reading is Frankenstein."

Mia giggled, digging in her locker for the novel spoken of. "Nah, I'm ok. I know you are busy with your sessions. And, no offense, but I can't exactly picture you helping me with my homework."

"Offense taken." I joked, earning an eye roll from Mia.

"Alright well," Mia hastily gathered her large hot pink handbag from her locker, and slammed the door shut. "See ya tomorrow then?"

I nodded, and we parted.

* * *

A microscopic smile tugged at my lips as I walked out of the familiar brown bricked building. My session had gone exceedingly well with Doctor Phil Enrichvon, my therapist. Which was quite a difference from when I first arrived in his office.

My mood had made a tiny altercation for the better, and I knew Doctor Phil could also see this. I had become slightly more open and truthful about the unraveling of my days, and I was less uptight and edgy. My therapist had acknowledged and took full advantage of my extremely slow (but steadily increasing) commitment. For example, Phil appeared to be a little more at ease with me, and he offered extra personal advice for my 'Well Being'.

However, it seemed that Doctor Phil saw this newfound positivity as a phase.

Yes, it seemed he had become more comfortable with me, but now his personal words of advise seemed to have a coded meaning behind them. He wouldn't simply give me recommendations, Phil would (to some extent) give me riddles or small phrases instead.

"I feel...better." I had said when Phil had asked about my current wellbeing.

Phil pondered to himself for a short while before scribbling text onto the familiar notebook, and after a long period of silence he had said: "The best feeling in the world is realizing that you're perfectly happy without the thing you thought you needed."

My lips parted as my countenance twisted into confusion.

Even after the session, I was still puzzled by that one-sentence statement. Wasn't that my goal at the end of the day? Try and be happier with myself and everything around me?

I rolled my eyes and shook my head whilst walking back to my little Volkswagen. And with a ear-piercing squeak, I opened the door and started the engine.

I glanced at my violet book-bag in the passenger seat, receiving the familiar feeling of forgetfulness. What had I missed now? I pulled my bag onto my lap and searched through it's contents when realization hit me.

Once again, I had managed to forget my Spanish assignment.

With a huff, I contemplated my options mentally. I debated on going home and ignoring the assignment. But then I remembered, I was already almost failing the foreign language class. So that option was disposed of, leaving me with choice number two.

* * *

With a slight dash of hope, I drove past the school parking lot, wishing to see some other students cars still parked there. Thankfully, luck was on my side.

Basketball practice must still be going on in the gym. I released a small sigh of relief as I parked my car, knowing there might still be a chance I could get my assignment from my locker. Hastily, I pushed at the front door, hoping it wasn't locked. "Fuck yeah." I mumbled to myself once it opened.

Then, I practically ran to my locker since I had no desire to be in school longer than I needed to be.

However, my feet seemed to slow as I approached my English classroom, wanting to see if Mia was still stuck with Mr. Johanson. I highly doubted this, but it couldn't hurt to look. My orbs squinted, looking through the small, two by twelve inch window in the wooden door.

I did see Mia towards the back of the room, but not in a manner that I expected. Mia was currently sitting on top of a random desk, her hand gently caressing the face that was pressed against her.

With eyes wide in utter horror, I backed away from the wooden door whilst the gears in my mind begun to turn.

My only friend had her lip's tightly locked on Mr. Johanson's.

In other (less casual) words, Mia was kissing our fucking English teacher.

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A/N: Let me first say that I was absolutely terrified to publish this chapter. That is one of the reasons why I took so long to create it. Still, even after countless editing, I am unsure if this was the right decision. However, I felt that I needed to progress the story somehow, and Mia's actions will do just that.

Keep in mind, this chapter will not turn the book into a massive (and pointless) teen drama. I will keep it as realistic as possible. Nevertheless, Mia's affair will defiantly have a major impact on the story.

Please tell me your thoughts on this chapter because I am still so unsure about it!

- S