For Crying Out Loud

3: Stay Out Of It

     Sierra's P.O.V

     Jesus Christ I don't want to go back in that school. I don't want to face him again. I don't want to see them together again. I just want to run away and sleep the pain away, but I can't afford that. I have a future to think about. I walk into the building and push past the crowded hallways. I find my way to Creative Writing and take my seat next to Jude, who left my car with everyone else moments before I did.

     "Feeling any better?" He asks. There is no point in lying to him, for he's known me longer than any of my friends. I might as well be the back of his hand. I shake my head, and he frowns. "If this gets any worse I'm getting involved." He grumbles. That is something I really don't want. Jude fights. A lot. If he gets involved, there is no predicting how things will end.

     "I'd appreciate it if you didn't." I whisper, and he groans, sliding his fingers through his curls.

     "I'm tired of having to watch you cry over that bastard. I feel that if I rearrange his face, you won't be as attracted to him and we'll be one step closer to moving on." His logic makes me roll my eyes.

     "Mkay Judey. Whatever you say." Then the bell rings and I start writing. The only thing that really helps me escape this bullshit life I'm living. 

     Mr. Greech- or Mr. Grinch, as most call him- is in his usual grumpy mood. He might just hate life a little more than I do. He writes SUSPENSE on the dry-erase board and takes his seat, grumbling to himself as he sorts through lose-leaf papers. I smile over at Jude one last time before I consume myself with my words. I never work on the genre he gives us, I just go with what I feel, and if it's good I get an A+. 

     I go into one of my dramatic dialogues, turning it all into an argument between a mother and daughter. Abuse. Drugs. Lies. Hurt. That is what I write about. I turn it in, and Mr. Greech smiles up at me. I'm his prized student as he calls me. He always smiles when he reads my work. His thick black waves of hair unable to cover up the pleasure he tries so hard to hide. We get each other, and that's why we get along.

      The bell rings and I walk out the room with Jude beside me. I'm smiling now. Writing always makes me feel better. Then I see the twins walking up to me-Heaven and Hope- and I smile even more. They are the sweetest most caring people I know. They come up to me and throw their slim figures around me in a tight hug. "Hey, what's our assignment in Mr. Greech's class so I can get a head start." Asks Hope, pulling out her notebook ready to jot something down. Hope and I have a lot in common, but the main differences are 1. I can be bad when I want to. And 2. She is an artist. I'm a writer.

"Suspense freestyle." I tell her, she smiles and writes it down.

"Alrighty! Oh, hey. Uhm, you might want to talk to Jade before she jumps Amy. Bethany may or may not have told her you were crying in the car, and she may or may not have rampaged." Hope smiles at me as she walks to class, I groan and go to find Jade.

Jade and I's relationship is a bit odd. We're really close friends, but there has always been a sexual tension between the two of us. Jake used to get so jealous of her... Along with some other girls I had the same circumstances with. Aside from that, I needed to find Jade. There is no telling what she is capable of in this situation. The only two people I'm more worried about is Jude and my friend Kelsey, who dropped out last semester. Those two could kill somebody. I swear.

I'm done with classes for the day. Hallelujah! I go to the gym real quickly and find Jade slacked against the wall, her dark skin standing out in the fluorescent lighting. She looks at me, eyes ablaze, and walks to me. Her mouth set in a stern line.

"I'm going to kill her." She growls. I shake my head and look at her, begging her to calm down.

"Don't. It's not worth it."

"I'm going to kill him too." I close my eyes. The pain starting again. Their faces flash through my head and my heart aches more and more.

"Jade, this isn't your fight. It not yours or Jude's or Kelsey's or anyone's but mine. I had a weak moment, but I'll be okay. I promise. So calm down and move on." She looks at me, and I make the most believable sincere face I can. She falls for it and nods.

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." She says. Her short yet thick figure pulls me into a hug. I hug her back, trying my best to savor what might be my last embrace. It sort of just hits me hard in that moment, like I have been walking on a railroad with no destination, and finally the train just slams into me. The impact almost throws me off my feet as I realize, right then, I want to die.

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Pretty brutal friends huh? The next chapter was a bit painful to write, but I wrote it. I hope you enjoy. Vote. Tell me what you think. LOVE YOU MY DARKLINGS!