Exposed.

{6}

Last bell of the day. Finally, I get to go home. My arm has been a pain in the ass all day. I exit out of the class looking around for Jonas. It would be nice just to have some company. What's the harm in that?

I just stand in the hall casually looking for a familar face. I see that face, walking with the football team. Jonas is on the football team? He didn't seem like the type.

He laughed as he walked with them. Hes busy, I'll talk to him another time. I turn and head for my locker. I hear a Wait Up! behind me and I knew that voice.

"Hey," he starts, following me on my way to my locker.

"I didn't know you were on the football team."

"Uh, yeah. I'm the schools quarter back."

"Quarter back?"

"The person who starts the throws?" He could see the confused look on my face. "You don't know anything about football do you?"

"I guess not." I stop at my locker and open it grabbing my bag. It's heavier than I remembered.

"Well, I'll teach you sometime." He says with a smile. Boy, I wish it wasnt that hard to do it.

"Sure." I walk to the doors and go out heading for my house, without saying goodbye to Jonas. I stop at the curb, my usual spot, and sit. I reach in for my bag and look for my pills. I search everywhere. Where the fuck are they?!? I start breathing slow. I need those pills. Alright, its fine. Its probably just in my locker. I walk back inside the school and see Jonas. He's still standing by my locker. What's he still doing here? Hes staring at something in his hand. I ignore it and slowly walk to my locker, tired of walking back and forth. I put my hand on the knob of my locker but its stopped by Jonas.

"What?" I ask him.

"Looking for this?" Jonas says handing me a bottle of pills.