He's My Escape [Student/Teacher]

He's My Escape - Chapter 1

Chapter 1.

I heard my alarm ringing at 7am waking me up for school after only 2 hours of sleep. God, I hated waking up early.

I didn't understand why my mother insisted enrolling me for school at the beginning of every school year knowing that a month or 2 in she'd just have to drop me out again because the truancy tickets would be piling up. I don't understand how the school kept taking me back in when they knew I'd just be making their drop-out rate higher, and for a school like Beverly Hills High School that's a big deal. Maybe it's just my grades in tests that get me back in and they don't look at the rest, but really I've dropped out every year since the second semester of my sophomore year, the first time I dropped out of school, and as much as I try to continue going old habits die hard and I could never change and be the good girl that goes to school every day.

It's already the third day of the new school year, which should have been my senior year, and I hadn't shown up for the first 2 days. It made sense in my mind though, why show up the first 2 days when all it would be is meeting teachers and getting new syllabuses.

It didn't matter to me I've already met these teachers and gotten the same syllabuses many times because every time I enroll for a new school year I'm in the same position as I was in the year before, usually with the same teachers. 

"I'll go to school today, so I won't have to hear my mom lecturing again later" I said to my reflection as I stared at my tired and bloodshot eyes.

I had had another late night out with friends, and I was feeling the coke come down hard right now. Even with the exhaustion and come down I still thought I didn't look half bad as I stared at my blue/gray eyes and dirty blonde hair in the mirror. I was tall, around 5'7" and lean with just the right amount of curves for my body type. I never wore much make-up and had the face of an innocent girl, looking at me you would never guess how bad I really was.

Turning away from the mirror I got into the shower to wake myself up more and hopefully get rid of the tired look and redness in my eyes.  

After showering, I put on some concealer, mascara, and eyeliner to make my eyes look a little more awake. Even though I did look more presentable now I still felt the effects of not having any cocaine in my system.

"I need to take some with me to school" I thought because the exhaustion, annoyance at everything, and disconnected feeling that was making it hard to concentrate was hitting me hard.

I finally started getting ready, but couldn't be bothered with my looks too much so I just threw on huge hoodie and skinny jeans, put my hair up in a ponytail, took 4 big bumps of the white powder I desperately needed and hid the rest of my eightball of coke in a place in my bag that even if searched no one would find. 

Grabbing my keys and heading out the door the sun felt blinding and was agitating me. I hated the feel of seeing the sun after an all-night bender, but really it was practically a daily occurrence for me.

As I threw my backpack into the passenger seat and lit a cigarette to calm my racing heart from the familiar cocaine high that I loved, I backed out of the garage and started going 10 miles over speed limit to get to school, which was a whole 15 minutes away in the next school district, on time for my first day back.

I had MayDay Parade blaring through my speakers loud, but it still wasn't drowning out the thoughts in my head.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was dreading going back to school. I hated walking through the halls and hearing old friends talk about me as if I couldn't hear them. It was always the same thing, talking about how much of a drug addict, whore, and crazy bitch I was now. It didn't really bother me all that much, but I still hated hearing it all the time, and if I was honest to myself it hurt a bit. They would get over it and find something new to talk about after a while, but my first day back was always the same.

I really hated my mom for this. I don't know why she kept trying to get me to come back to school. There was no way I'd be able to catch up and I wasn't going to keep coming back to school after this year no matter what she did. It was already embarrassing enough to be 18 and have to sit in sophomore classes with 15 and 16 year olds.

Some days I wish I hadn't dropped out and let myself fall so far behind because at one time in my life I had looked forward to graduation and couldn't wait to graduate and go off to college, but it's all too late now.  

Finally I got to school, and was actually early enough to get a parking space pretty close to the building.

Walking into the school and making my way to the counselor's office for my new schedule, I managed to avoid everyone's eyes on me and moved quickly enough to not be stopped in the halls.

When I finally got to the counselor's office for my schedule, the counselor was scowling at me and muttering under her breath about why I even bother coming back. I ignored her and grabbed my schedule rudely when she handed it to me and made my way out the door. 

I looked at my schedule and saw I had first period History with a teacher I hadn't met or even heard of before, but I didn't care much about it.

Looking at my phone I saw I had 5 minutes before the first bell rang, so I decided to keep avoiding people and make my way to class early.

I walked into the empty classroom and took a seat in the back near the door, so I could make a quick exit when class was over.

Once, I was sitting in class I texted my best friends Jess and Jay asking if they were still partying it up, they were twins and used to be in school with me too but dropped out and never came back.  

Not even 2 minutes later I got a call from a messed up Jay. "Hey Dee, why'd you leave! We're still hanging out here COME BACK!" she shouted into the phone with her sister laughing and talking to some guys in the background.  

"Some of us have school, remember?" 

"HAHAHA." she laughed loudly at the fact that I had to be in school at this time.

"Well, sucks for you. Come hang out with us tonight. We're going out with those guys from the other night, and they said they'd get everything we need to have a good time, you know what I mean." She said more quietly so the guys they were with now wouldn't hear. "Suckers, but it's good for us." She scoffed. 

"Okay. Okay. I need to go. Almost time for class, and I need to make a quick trip to the restroom." I said and you could hear the smile in my voice.

"I'll call you when I wake up later tonight because I'm definitely going to need a couple hours of sleep before going out again tonight." I finished and hung up just after I heard her shout, "Okay Dee I'll misssssss you baby!" 

I laughed quietly to myself at my desk. I was feeling better after hearing my friend. I always managed to cheer up after talking to them, no matter what we actually talked about. I was also pretty happy already knowing I'd have a good night tonight and it would all be free.

My friends always find someone to get us shit to party with them every night. The guys always think they'll get something more out of it than a lot of flirting, but they aren't ever that lucky. We might use guys and lead them on for drugs and drinks, but we never really slept with them.

It didn't make me feel bad to leave them hanging like that though because really it's their fault for being idiots and thinking they'd get some just because they bought us things. 

As I lifted my head to get up and go to the restroom for a quick fix before class, I saw the new teacher staring at me.