The Wrong Guy

Chapter 2 Alexander Johnson

                The morning didn’t come too long. It was all usual. I slept ad woke up. I couldn’t remember what dream I had, but I was smiling. The morning urge came to me, but all I could see was my room. Another wonderful dream was disrupted. I had no choice but to get back to reality. It was ten o’clock in the morning, and my Monday schedule seemed to be rolling right.

                When I decided to scoot around our apartment, I realized Nick had already left. His first class starts an hour before mine, so he probably left early. Since Neptune High is five miles from home and Nick didn’t bring his car, it was not suspicious that he left early. That didn’t matter anyway.

                I checked the kitchen, and I figured Nick had cooked bacon for breakfast. I wasn’t really hungry, so I took a bath and got dressed for school. I wore my pink shirt and jacket along with my jeans, which was what I usually wore during Mondays. Everything went normal. Mom got home by the time I was about to leave. I carried my bag around my shoulder as I walked past mom.

                “Liyah.” She called to me.

                “Yeah?” I stopped. Though I would be late if I spent too much time at home, I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to my mother as much as I could without bothering her tight schedule.

                “If you’re gonna be late, you can take my car.” She suggested. I smiled and turned around to her. She loved me, and I loved her. She was always there for me though I insist on being fine on my own. I wanted to show her that my love for her could be enough to replace dad’s. She pointed the keys to me, as I walked to her. She thought I was just going to take the keys, but I went and hugged her instead. She got a little surprised –more or less.

                “Thanks, mom.” I said as I let her go and grab the keys. Of course, she was happy. As much as I hated seeing the lines on her face increased, I’m happy she smiled with them.

                “You be careful, darling.” She said as I walked away. I went down the parking lot and took the car off to school.

                Back at school where my mom used to drive me until she became too busy with two jobs, I tried my best to learn how to drive as much as I hated driving. I got to school ten minutes early because I had the advantage of driving a vehicle than commuting.

                On my way to the parking lot, I had the sudden urge to hit every student I saw who I knew backstabbed me and Winnie-my childhood best friend- back at grade school. I remembered how much I hated them and planned to get revenge, yet Winnie always went for the right thing. She was actually my sparring partner in karate for a year. Then, she quit after being too left behind. We were classmates since preschool up to fourth grade. But we haven’t talked for a long time.

                As I made my way to school, I realized I spent my whole five minutes of being early on staring at people that I want to hit with my car, but I made it just in time. I went straight to the lockers to pick up some stuff that I had needed. Laura and Nick came up to me so suddenly. I turned to look at her as I tried to get my stuff, and she was giving me that look she makes whenever she thinks I had sex. So, I tried to ignore her.

                “Nick.” I called to him, and he smiled. “Thanks for last night.”

                “Hey, no problem.” He said with his low and calming voice. “That wasn’t really much of help.”

                I passed by them with a smile, distancing from both of them and waved away. “See you at math!”

                When I got to my first class –which was English class- the bell had already rung, and the teacher had already written his shitty lessons on the board. I snuck in and sat out of the teacher’s sight. I placed the books I brought on top of my desk and opened my notebook as I sat. The other students didn’t really care since they weren’t people that knew me.