Leave Me

Normal Monday

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** This is not my first language, so sorry for the bleeding I may cause for some grammar mistakes.

It's Monday, 7.00 am. Water is tickling his skin while his desperate thinking tries to help him in the shower. Today. Monday, the first day after we met in that Saturday morning in the library. They're going to be there again, and what I'm going to do? Brian said that he won't ignore them, but what about him? Claire was right; he doesn't have the same friends as we have. But it was okay? Okay to ignore them?

He put on his lucky Nike shirt; that shirt has been with him for the worst moments, so maybe this shirt will help again. He look at himself in the mirror—he was the same as every morning, but instead of seeing a future sport star he sees a blonde-haired jerk with no personality. He can't think for himself. Damn it.

His father was staring at him while Andy was eating his toast.

'What?', Andy asked, with mouth full of bread. I hate when he looks at me that way.

'Nothing, son' but it was something. 'I was just wondering. I didn't want to ask you because you would like privacy and all that stuff, but I guess you can tell it to your old man.'

'What is, dad?' Why isn't he going straight to the point?

'Hmm... The girl that you was looking at when I picked you, who was she? I mean, the brown-haired one.'

Some girl really weird that understood me and I understood her. 'She is just a classmate.' Not a friend or a girlfriend. Classmate.

'Just a classmate? You don't usually look at your classmates that way, Andy.' His father was never a smart one, but he could read his son like glass.

Andy finished eating and drank a huge glass of juice. He stood up, willing to go away from his father.

'It was Saturday at school, dad, and I was really bored.'

His mother had to take him to school. They didn't talk too much, as the close parent was always his father. She was just... well, there. The silent trip will gain him some time to think.

I the only one I can talk without being judge is Claire, but the truth is that I can't stand her. Bender is okay, but he may not be in school today, doing whatever. Great, one less to worry about. Brian, for sure he is going to be there. I guess I could wave at him or something. Maybe he is busy with his Math and all that academic stuff. The last person is the one that Andy tried to avoid thinking all the time. Allison. Damn her. She will be there too, and he doesn't know what to do with her. I guess I could... Nothing brings up to his mind. He can't think for himself.

He waves distantly to his mom and shut the car door. He hears the sound of the wheels running while his friends are waiting at him to come in the building. Getting back to old life. With my friends, my real friends.

Tommy was kidding with Rick about some sad little nerd was passing by. That could be Brian, and I could be them, mocking at his orthopaedic shoes and huge thick glasses.

'Hey', Andy says in his macho tone.

'How was Saturday?' Rick asks. 'Do you had to punch yourself to death because of the freaks that were in there?'

'Ah, yeah. Andy, how's school at weekends? It looks more fucking boring that it is today?' Tommy is the dumb one. Also he's the strongest and good-looking of the group.

'School was shitty as always. With Mr. Vernon watching us with his gay ass', he said with no excitement. 'They were freaks with me too, but it wasn't bad at all. At even punched one.' Well, it wasn't really a punch, but Bender won't be around there correcting what happened.