We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (11)

The anxiety bites my skin raw as we drive to my school. I shouldn't feel this way. They're my friends. We've seen each other vulnerable, this shouldn't be that new. Not new at all. Everything is going to be-

"You are totally overthink this." Dylan chuckle shaking his head. My head snaps to his.

"No I'm not! Why would you think that? I'm fine. Absolutely fine. I'm doing dandy as a matter of fact. Why? Does it look like I'm overthinking? Maybe I just have a natural overthinking look. You know? It could be a gene for all you know. Don't judge me!"

He starts laughing and I growl, pressing my back against the seat. Jerk. Asshole. Idiot. Dumbass. Stupid prick!

"Try to keep it down a notch." He smiles. I grumble silently until we park and it's time to get out. I sink into the seat hoping it will swallow me hole. Maybe I'll be Alice 2.0.

"C'mon you don't want to be late. We've already missed detention again and being late will probably get us yelled at." That got me up and out of the car.

"I hate how you always get me to listen." I mutter and the idiot just laughs. We get to class and my teacher makes sure to glare the hell out of me.

"Pop quiz." He smiles to the class. They groan and I struggle to not let my bones boil from my blood. We sit in our seats and he passes out all the tests. I take out a pencil and start working.

"Miss Reed and Mister Foster please come up." I look up from my paper and see him leaning against his chair. I place my pencil  so forcefully, I'm surprised it didn't break. I get up and hear Dylan behind me. We get to the front of the desk and my teacher sits up.

"Didn't feel like detention again huh?" He smirks.

"I was sick." I say simply.

"Well he wasn't." He looks over at Dylan.

"Family emergency, needed to take my sister to the hospital." Dylan lies smoothly. My teacher narrows his eyes.

"Are you sure you weren't with her? I see you guys live right in front of each other."

"You looked at our files? Huh. Well he wasn't with me. Wouldn't be fun to hang out with someone who is constantly throwing up." I reply. What a creep.

"Well if you're not in detention today, you will be suspended." He smiles leaning back against his chair.

"What? You can't do that!" I scowl.

"I actually can."

"You-" Dylan grabs my hand from under the table tightly.

"We'll be there." He says slowly. I hold my breath and let my lungs scream for air. I smile and nod, squeezing his hand harder. My teacher nods and I let go of Dylan. We walk back to our desks and I keep holding my breath. My body screams in agony while I just keep at it. I grab my pencil which breaks in half immediately.

"Breath." Dylan whispers behind me. I debate listening but I do. I let in the oxygen and the agony leaves. I want to gasp for air but that would bring to much attention. I breath normally causing a small amount of pain. I finish my test in minutes with my broken pencil. Abby is absent which sucks because she would've gladly gave me another pencil. Wonder why she's out. Class ends, math begins and as we walk down the halls girls steal glances at Dylan. Even the queen bee twirls her hair while leaning again her locker. We get to math and don't talk. Lunch comes by and I'm dreading it. We sit at the table and soon all my friends show up and they don't even mention it. Like it never happened.

"Yeah so that's what I was telling her and she wouldn't listen to me. At all." Noah shakes his head.

"And?" Emma asks.