comfort {complete}

08

I've pretty much lost all of my friends—I spend lunch in the computer lab, writing; and I ignore their are you okay texts—not that they were much help before, anyway. Sophie still gives me rides to school, because she's seventeen and cool, but we don't talk like we used to, and she just looks terribly sad.

I'm sitting in my regular chair in the computer lab, writing some crap about girls who are in love with boys who fucking listen, when a girl strides in with a pissy expression on her face. Her eyes flit to mine and her eyebrows knit together in confusion, but she's clearly too mad to care that it's lunchtime and I'm supposed to be in the cafeteria. She stomps to Mr. Gladson's office, slamming the door open with a loud "Godfrey!" and then the severe clatter of its closing.

They scream for a while, and I stare at the door with wide, apprehensive eyes. I think they've forgotten about me, or maybe they just don't care, but when there's a loud thud from inside the room, I rise from my chair and tiptoe over to the door. I nudge it open gently, taking in the scene before me.

The angry girl is kissing Mr. Gladson, and he's pressing her into a wall. My eyes are painfully wide because I'm pretty sure this is illegal, and then they're pulling away and staring at me.

"Don't tell," is all my teacher says, before brushing past me and leaving the girl and I in his wake.

"Well," she says, dragging a hand through her short ringlets and giving me a tiny smile, "I suppose I should explain."

a/n: that's lois.