We arrived at the school parking lot. Since school was already in session it was hard to find a parking space.
Stephen parked some where at the end of the schools parking lot.
“Alright, when we get in say we both thought today was a late arrival day. ” Stephen explained.
“I thought they moved that to Friday this week. ” I say.
“And we'll just show up early on Friday. ” Stephen said.
“I'm not sitting at that school an additional hour.” I say.
“We're not actually going to wait. We can do something else. ” Stephen smirked.
“Eat? Sleep?,” I asked.
“I guess you could call it eating. ” He smirked again.
“It's almost nine thirty we should get going. ” I say changing the subject.
We both got out of the car and began to walk up to the school. As soon as we got into the office there was groups of kids.
Even more kids showed up. All saying they thought it was a late arrival.
The Dean wrote us all passes to our second period classes.
There was nothing major happening in class. The teacher just told us to study and gave us a study guide.So class went by smoothly.
All of my other classes were pretty similar, the teachers gave us some busywork to do until the class was over.
When school had finally came to an end I left all of my stuff in my locker. There was no purpose in taking my school bag home.
Stephen waited for me at my locker. I took my basketball uniform out of my locker.
Stephen asked, “You have a game today?”
I nodded my head, “Are you coming? ”
“Where are you playing?” He asked.
“ I think it's at Fenton.” I say unsurely.
“Alright, I'll meet you there. ” He said.
I made it to the locker room and changed into my uniform and followed the rest of the team into the bus.
I found my comfortable seat in the back and put in headphones.
“Trey, can I sit here? ” I heard Chris ask.
I pretended to not hear him. He tapped my shoulder and asked again.
“What?” I say with attitude.
“Can I sit here? ” He asked seeming annoyed.
Don't have an attitude when your asking me something. I don't have to let your ugly ass sit here at all.
“Aren't there some more seats over there? ” I say pointing him out of my direction.
“The seats are already full.” He complained.
“This is my problem because?” I say. “Sit on the floor.” I said.
“Trey come on. ” He said inpatiently.
I finally moved over a little letting him sit on the edge of the seat.
“Can you scoot over? ” Chris asked.
You doing too much now. You're not that big you need that much room. I leaned against the window. I sighed heavily.
How does he always manage to end up sitting next to me? You been friends with these people the majority of your life and they don't have a place for you to sit.
