Another Run Away

One drink bottle down one hosptial visit to go.

Despite my constant cursing and trying to use some sort of telepathic power to try and get the backseat bandit to walk right out that door or sit on the floor I gave up, it was no use because the closer he got the more I felt that my day was going to turn on me. So what did I do? I put my head on the table and covered it with my arms and pretended to "sleep".

He sat on the seat behind me.

And throughout the hour long class (well 35 minutes because we both missed out on the start) all he did was kick my chair. Even Ms 'flirts with my pupils' saw what he was doing (she sat on the seat beside me to "check on how I was going" but I knew she only did that to chat up some of the more athletic boys. As she was about to leave and I was sure I would have bruising on my back because of the un-named boy I turned around.

"Can you not?" I asked with attitude dripping from every word.

"Not what?" he replied innocently.

"Stop kicking my chair."

"I would never." He placed a hand up to his heart in fake hurt. "I came here to learn. STOP DISTURBING ME NEW KID." He said louder so even Ms Flirt stopped her conversation.

"You." She pointed in our direction.

"Me miss?" said the boy.

"No of course not Cayden, the girl in front of you." She said pointing a French Nail at me. "What's your name?"

"Trinity"

"Come to my desk after class."

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"Now Becca-"

"Trinity." I corrected.

"Oh yes that's right," she coughed. "I know that coming to a new school in year twelve must be hard especially to a school like this because the kids here are from a very particular price range and you well, are on a scholarship."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask harshly. As if she would be bringing that up right now.

"Nothing but you should know not to talk to too many boys because there are a whole rainbow of words that some of the snobs will be using against you. If you do pay attention to a few of the boys make sure the room is locked and there are no security cameras nearby- trust me."

"I don't understand why we are talking about this though Miss."

"It's actually Mrs"

"Oh" I said with slight concern but thankfully she let that one slide.

"I just want you to be prepared for these kids because sometimes the only way to get through to them is to bribe them or become their friend, not to be the quiet and sarcastic one." She said with finality as she walked out of the room with her heels as high as her self-esteem.

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Lunch goes as normal and by normal I mean me running over to the bathroom with an apple to call Luke and see how he is doing.

His girlfriend had got into an accident with a motorbike, luckily it only ran over her ankle because if it had been her spine or vital organs she would've been dead by now. It really is a scary thought.

"Hello?" Luke answers sounding irritated.

"Hey Luke its-"

"Yeah I know who it is Trin, you've called me at the same time for the past 3 weeks."

"Not Saturday and Sunday" I mumble.

"That is beside the point Trin I can't pick up your call every weekday I need to have a life too."

"Well you actually could if you wante-"

"Yes but I don't want to every week day."  He said, he has been short tempered ever since Sandra was in the accident, I never met her but I heard she was really nice. Even Dad knew who she was.

"So how is she?" I didn't even have to say her name for the mood to lighten in the conversation.

"Good, yeah really good. She will be coming out of surgery soon actually. Lucky thing she didn't lose a lot of blood."

"Yeah lucky." I say distantly.

"I want you to meet her." He says suddenly.

"This weekend, maybe, yes, no, yes this weekend I want you to meet her."

"What are you talking about you've only been going out with her for a month."

"It feels like much longer," he mutters "I know Trin but the thing is I could've lost her and I feel like we will make it. I don't know it sound stupid but I really thought if she died I would've lost it. You know what happens when I lose it Trin." He sighs.

He drinks. My uncle says that Luke is like my dad in every way except for the fact that Luke found happiness where my dad still hasn't.

When Mum first left us Luke went through the roof. He was out at strange hours and only came home to sleep before he went out again. He blamed it on himself he said if 'he had got into university' or 'taken care of us kids more' that mum wouldn't have left us. Everyone's wakeup call is when we got called and told to come to the hospital as Luke was in emergency getting his stomach pumped. I had to wake up my neighbours because Dad wasn't home and get them to drive us at 3am to the hospital that was an hour away, the same one that Sandra is at right now.

"Okay, if it's that important to you..."

"Okay great this weekend just come within the visiting hours of eight and eleven okay?"

"Yup."

"Shouldn't you be getting to class now?"

"Nope, lunch still goes for another twenty minutes."

"Make friends okay-"

"no" I interrupt but it was too late he already said bye and now I was stuck getting out of the bathroom awkwardly and making my way to my locker where I would "Clean it" for the next twenty minutes.

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Ten minutes into "cleaning my locker" also known as "avoiding fellow teenagers and checking my phone" I was interrupted by a cough, and then another and another coming around the corner to my locker.

"Drink please." Bailey coughed pushing me aside and rummaging through my bag.

"Sure, get your germs everywhere I don't care." I said with a roll of the eyes.

"Har Har." He replied in between gulps of my water.

"What are you infected with anyway?"

"Dirt." He replied harshly.

"Wait. Dirt... not something like whooping cough?"

"Yes dirt. I got into a fight." Well I was going to ask about the scratch on his cheek but I left it. I decided to boost his deflated confidence instead.

"Who'd you beat up."

"No one, I didn't fight back."

"Why?"

"I deserved it." he said with a blank look on his face just as the bell went.

"Okay, we have Psychology next." Was the last thing he said before he waked off into the crowded halls with my drink bottle in his hand.

I guess I'm never seeing my drink bottle again...