He Left, He's Back

Tap on the shoulder

If there's one thing that I could get rid of for the rest of my life and not even think twice about doing so is maths.

I could go on and on about my hatred for maths. Okay, I understand perfectly that we need basic math skills like 2 + 2 = 4. I get that. But when am I going to walk in a grocery store, pick up what I need, go the cash register and have to know mx + b=y solve for x. And if I don't know I'll have to file for Bankruptcy and have to live with my parents for the rest of my life. Yes, I did just use the worst case scenario for an example of my hatred for maths. But only because that's how school systems around the United States make it sound.

I'm sitting in my maths class while the teacher and her monotonous voice tell me about Radians. How exciting.

For the 5th time this class period, I look over at the clock, reading 10:28. We have 6 minutes until we get out of 3rd period and I can head to lunch and get my cheesy fries. I look back at the bored with my chin in the palm of my hand and jot down and few notes. The next thing I know, theres a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and notice Max looking at me through his glasses with his left hand holding a note folded quite messily and I give him a raised eyebrow. All he does it is nod his head to the left and I look over to see Cade yet again drumming his writing utensils against his desk. I look back at Max and ask him what he's talking about and he nods again in Cade's direction. I roll my eyes and glance over to see Cade looking at the note, then me, then back at the note that is still perched up in the air in Max's left hand. I snatch the note from Max and turn back around. Laying the crumpled piece of paper on my desk, I return to my attention back to the bored. Mrs Helson is telling the class that we will finish the rest of the example questions as a class tomorrow then in partners or alone, we can work on the homework in class.

Looking down at the note, I start to unfold it. I'm guessing it's from Cade, for obvious reasons. I only unfolded half of it before I stopped and thought about what could be written on the note. Am about to be told that I smell again? Or is it a new come back that could make me start tearing up? Is it an apology? Haha that last one is doubtful. Even if he apologized, its not like I'd forgive him.

Right?

After a minute or two, I actually work up the courage to open the note. But as soon as I unfold it, the bell rings. All the students rush out of the classroom, including me. I get out of there as fast as I can trying not to draw attention to myself.

The note is now crumbled up in my fist which is clutching it quite tightly as if I'm afraid I'll drop it and never get to read it. On that note, (no pun intended) I go into the nearest bathroom, hoping to open it in peace without anyone disrupting me.

I enter the bathroom and head into the largest stall. Locking the door behind me, I carefully unwrap the note and read his 7 year old like writing with my heart pounding in my chest.

Try not act like it's a big deal I defended you. It's getting annoying hearing about it in the hallways.

I let out a huff of air. " try not to make a big deal" ? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm not saying anything about it. It's his blabbing idiot Drew he calls his "best friend". I've barely thought about it unless people bring it up to me.

Lie.

Okay so maybe I've been thinking about it all day but hey, doesn't mean I'm talking about it! He frustrates me so much and honestly I just wish he'd leave me be. Sure I miss the kid I grew up with but that's not him anymore. The kid I grew ip with was kind and cared about everyone's feelings. Now he's grown into a person I don't know. He sleeps around, skips class, rarely is home with his family (from what my father says when he's sober), I even heard he helps bully Max sometimes along with Drew. Moral of the story, people change and not always for the better.

After I reread the note about a trillion times, I crumple it into a ball and throw it into the garbage in the stall. Just as I'm about to unlock the doors and head to the cafeteria to glare at the lunch ladies for not giving me enough cheese for my cheesy fries, I hear a pair of uncomfortable high heals tapping against the tiled floor and squeaky voice along with it.

"But baby then we won't get to hangout until next Wednesday and I can't wait that long."

Nasty Basty

I just rolled my eyes so hard, they almost got stuck. I decide to stay in the stall until she leaves because I'm not in the mood for her boyfriend let alone her. Even if it means listen to her and Cade be so gross to the point where I want to throw up. Good thing I'm in a stall.

"If you're free Saturday night I can just tell Cade that I'm going to Candice's house to spend the night."

My stomach drops.

Not matter how much I hate a person, no one deserves to be cheated on. Once I register that Cade in fact in not on the other end if that phone call, I freeze. What should I do? Do I tel him? No, I can't talk to him. It's against my religion to conspire with the devil. What if I just tell a whole bunch of people someone told me and I'm just passing the rumor along. No, no, hearing it in the hallway is a horrible way to find out and she could easily say it's a just a rumor since I don't have a name to work with.

"Ohh great! Now you can take a peak of my ne.."

I'm literally put my hands over my ears. I'm not going to listen to that. All I can hear now is muffled shrieking. After a while it stops so I look under the stall door to see if theres anyone out there. Once the coast is clear, I unlock the door and head to the cafeteria.

Nicky and Liv are going love this one.