When I woke up the next morning I felt like shit. Not only emotionally, but also physically. My head hurt and so did my arms. I sighed and rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. Was it even worth to get up? Or should I just stay in bed? I decided to stay in bed as my mom came in.
"Ricky, honey, you're gonna be late for school if you don't get up." She told me.
I simply nodded and stayed in bed. She sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
I shrugged. She felt my forehead. "No fever, so you have to go to school."
I sighed. "Why?"
"Because. I know you don't like it at all, but it is how it is." She smiled sympathetically. "I'll drive you there and pick you up and then we can get wings for dinner, but you have to go. Deal?"
My mom was lovely. She always tried to cheer me up and see everything positive. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I agreed.
"Deal."
She got up and left the room, obviously statisfied with herself. I got up too and got ready for school. Then I went downstairs and grabbed the stuff I would need. Mom was already in the car so I went outside and got in. She drove off to school.
"Why don't you invite Will over tonight?" She asked, still trying to lighten up my mood.
I held my tears back, remembering what had happened the day before.
"He has plans." I said blankly.
"Oh."
The rest of the car ride was quiet.
Once we arrived at my school I got out of the car and waved goodbye. Mom smiled and waved back, then drove back home.
I sighed and walked inside. I was late already and wasn't able to smoke even though I needed it so badly.
I entered the classroom, mumbled a 'sorry for being late' to the teacher and sat down in the back next to Chris. He wasn't paying much attention, but did glance up at me when I came in. He had a face expression I had never seen on him before. I read it as concern, but probably misread it, because I'm a loser when it comes to things like these. Hell, I'm a loser when it comes to people in general. I think I'll get a cat. That sounded like a good plan to me. Cats are great, humans not so great.
LUNCH BREAK
I walked outside and sat down on a bench. I could finally smoke now, so I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I took a drag and sighed, feeling relieved from the stress. I still didn't know what I should do about the Will-situation. Should I tell him what I saw and break up with him? Or pretend like I've never seen anything and trust him that this was a one time thing? He did mean a lot to me and that was the problem. My feelings for him made it so hard for me to make a rational decision.
I soon finished my cigarette and lit another one as someone sat down next to me. I didn't even look up, because I didn't give a shit.
"Hey babe, look at me." Will said. I looked up at him, realizing that he was the one who sat down next to me. I gave him a small smile and waved. What now?
"You alright?" He asked.
Yup everything okay. Apart from the fact that you cheated on me and I feel like a worthless piece of shit.
"Just tired."
"Oh okay." He smiled, believing me. He kissed my temple and even though I hated him, I felt really good when his lips touched my skin. There's a reason why I hate being in love. Then I had an idea. I would just wait and see if he will tell me about yesterday or not. If he would tell me, I'd stay with him and if not, I'd break up with him. This sounded like a good plan to me.
"We didn't see each other yesterday. Were you ill?" I asked him.
"Uh...no I was in school. I was late in the morning." He explained and chuckled nervously. I nodded.
"My mom said I could invite you over tonight, soooo...wanna come?" I asked, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
"Sure, why not."
I gave him a weak smile and looked around. By now I had lit my third cigarette. I looked back at Will, just to realize that he was already gone. I saw him off with that slut from the day before. I sighed and looked down. Was I not good enough for him? Was it because I didn't want to fuck yet? Maybe he would love me again if I'd let him fuck me tonight. Yeah, I should do that. Or not? We'll see.
The bell rung and I got up. I walked inside absentmindedly not even realizing that I still had the cigarette in my mouth. I walked into class and sat down as I realized.
"Olson, is that a cigarette in your mouth?!" The teacher, an older lady who hated me, screamed.
"No Miss, it's a guitar." I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. My comment made Chris chuckle, causing me to smile.
"Detention after class!" She screamed again, then continued teaching. She didn't even tell me to throw it away, which made me chuckle quietly.
Chris leaned over and whispered: "I like your sense of humor." It made me shiver lightly, his voice was really sexy.
"Thanks." I said quietly, still surprised that he had beven spoken to me.
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