What Hurts the Most

Chapter Two

     Maybe this is kinda obvious, but the rest of my day was relatively good. Austin texted me while I was in band. Nothing fancy, just the usual 'Hey what's up? Nothing you?' I did find out we have the same taste in music, classic rock. Guns n Roses, Aerosmith, and a rapper, Lil Wayne. When I told him Lil Wayne and Axl Rose both had dreads, he was surprised.

     "Wow! I didnt really expect you to know anything about Guns n Roses."

     "Really? That's my favorite band!"

     "I just usually don't meet chicks who like gnr." Chick. Did he just call me a chick? Hmm..kinda cute... Wait focus! I am not an animal! But if I spazz out on him then he'll think I'm weird... Good thing this wasn't happening in real life or I would just be standing there completely zoned out.

     "Well that's stupid, they're amazing." was all I could bring my fingers to type. We talked for a while before we got to the point of "haha" and "lol". Then he just stopped texting me. I don't blame him though I was about to do the same thing.

     I started on some algebra homework when the song Sweet Child O Mine started playing from my phone and I brought it to my face, hopeful that it would be Austin. No, it wasn't. It was Bailey.

     "Hey, what's up?" she asked.

     "Nothing, just homework. You?"

     "Just got done talking to your lover."

     "Shut up, he is not my lover! Yet... haha. What'd he say?"

     "We just talked about random stuff. He said he was a good cook." Ugh, this is what I hated about Bailey. Once you ask her to do something guy related for you, she starts talking to him like he is her best friend. It pisses me off, but I know she won't do anything, she has a boyfriend.

     "Well thats good because I hate cooking." I said. I hated touching raw meat, even though I am going to be a surgeon, raw meat grosses me out.

     "He could be like a stay at home dad! Cleaning, cooking and taking care of the kids!" she cried, all happy-like, ugh. If I haven't metioned this yet, I'm not usually a happy person. With my parents getting divorced, I usually stay up in my room and listen to music all evening when I'm not at school.

     "Uh, I doubt he would be a dad at all, pot head remember? His nickname is Potty." Real good role model, hah. I know he is no good for me, but I can't stay away from him. His smile just makes everything better, even if we aren't a "thing". Suddenly, the song "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey came onto the radio, how ironic is that?

     "Oh yeah, I forgot. Well I have to go Josh is calling me." she said and then hung up.

     When I checked the clock it was almost 12. Shit, I still need to finish math! Oh, well I'll just copy Brittany's in French. I was so tired from everything that happened today I fell right to sleep. 

     I woke up to my cat, Ivy, suffocating me with her tail. She only does this when she wants out, so I decided to get up. I was about half awake getting ready, and when I was done I felt pretty good about what I was wearing: black skinny jeans, my favorite Aerosmith shirt, and bright red converse. I grabbed my books and a cherry danish and got in my car. Thankfully I only live 5 minutes from the school, or I would've been late.

   My first two periods went by slow, after copying Brittany's math and actually going to math class. Science was the usual, Mrs. Johnston being a bipolar bitch. Everyone swears her and the other science teacher, Mr. Peters, are having an affair. Its pretty obvious, they walked into an assembly late together and Johnston's shirt was undone. After that was English with Mrs. Pollock and it was Thursday so that meant a worksheet. I saw Austin in the hallway afterwards and we said hi as we walked to our next classes.

     After lunch and before band, I walked up by the Biology room to see Austin. He was with a group of his friends, but I just came up next to him and nugged his arm.

     "Hey stranger." I said, and smiled.

     "Hey Sage, whats up?"

     "Nothing, just thought I'd come by and say hey. So Bailey says your a good cook."

     "Shhh, you'll ruin my reputation." he said, grabbing my wrist and walking us away from the group. "I totally am a good cook, but she doesn't know if I am or not."

     "Wow, thats surprising." his hand was still on my wrist and it gave me chills knowing that he left it there on purpose.

     "Hows that?"

     "I don't expect any guy to be a good cook."

     "I love cooking."

     "Really? What do you cook?"

     He acted like he had to think of what he cooks. "Eggs, chicken, hamburgers, steak, brownies, cake, and more."

     "Wow, I can't cook half of that. And brownies?" I gave him a quizzical look.

     "I can make brownies really well. I specialize in special brownies, but I can make regular ones."

     "Special brownies.." I said, laughing. 

     "The specialist."

     "But of course!"

     "You'll have to bring me one sometime."

     "Alright I will, but those things aren't cheap."

     "Obviously, the ingredients are exspensive and hard to get."

     "Yep." he said, looking at his phone. Just then the first bell rang. "Well I have to go, Peters said if I'm late again he's 'kicking me out of the class'. I don't care but I would prefer not to be, so I'll text you later?"

     "Sure, that sounds good. And yeah I get it, Mr. Allen said that to me today in history."

     "Hah, nice. See ya later." he said, flashed his smile and lip ring at me, and walked into the classroom. Wow, pretty good day. I had to try extra hard not to skip off to the bandroom, singing and clapping to 'If You're Happy and You Know It'.

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