Stereotypical

II | He, Who Couldn't Be Stopped

Mood:

"So What"

-Pink

The last bell rang. I was the first to bolt out of my seat and book it to the door. A close second was Parker, who also happened to be my locker neighbor—lucky fucking me. I entered my combination, threw my Biology book in, and readjusted my bag before heading for the front doors. As I hurried by, some people greeted me, and I gave half-assed replies. The sooner I got home, the better.

I faltered only when I saw the wetness outside. 

"Its raining," I muttered under my breath. And it wasn't the ever-casual mild shower that only got the top of your head and shoulders wet. It was the kind of downpour that left you looking like you took a dip in the neighbor's pool. And it was that kind of rain that I couldn't help but enjoy. Hoping that water wouldn't seep into my bag and ultimately fuck me over, I pushed through the front door, stepping from under the school roof and embracing the instant drenching.

I saw other students running to their buses and waiting cars and wiped a droplet of rain from the bridge of my nose. Back when I was younger, I relied on my older brother to drive me to and from school. But he was in London now, pursuing a singing career, and I didn't have a drivers' license. Why he chose London instead of California (which was much closer by far) was a mystery to me, but as long as he was happy...

"Yeet!"

A hand snatched the loop of my bag and gave a hard tug. While my life wasn't flashing before my eyes, I was clenching my fist, preparing to break his face. It was Parker's voice for sure, and it was his laugh that followed my ass hitting the wet concrete. I sat in shock for a moment, contemplating murder and estimating the chances of me getting away with it.

Parker had a self-satisfied grin on his face when I looked at him. "You aren't gonna cry, are you?" he asked.

I grimaced, pressing my palms against the cool concrete. "Depends. Can you hold still for a sec while I rearrange your face?" When I was on my feet, his arms flew up to shield his face.

"Okay, okay—deep breaths here!"

I rolled my eyes. "Go away, please." With an exasperated sigh, I resumed my once-peaceful walk home. When I didn't hear anything, I glanced over my shoulder. 

Parker was walking right behind me, and grinned when our eyes met. "Howdy."

"Go home!"

"But we have a bet," he complained. When I cast him a dark glare, he explained, "And I wanna get this over as fast as I can."

I pulled the sleeves of my sweatshirt over my hands and squeezed the fabric. Water trickled down and landed on my shoes, which squished as I walked. I noted to wear boots from then on. "Did you not hear the terms? You have to fall in love, basically. That doesn't happen in one day, believe me."

"How long does it take?" he skipped beside me. I'd never seen a dude skip so casually without breaking their ankles. Seeing the strange look I gave him, he slowed to a walk and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. I bit my tongue and narrowed my eyes. What kind of idiot was he anyways?

I stared up at the clouds. "As long as it takes. Its all about first impression. Then trust, and so on." I told him. "I'm pretty sure there's no one like that in your life." With every useless fling he's ever had, I seriously believed that the only people he was close to was his best friend Brian and his parents. Hmm, I thought, what would Brian say about all of this?