I walk in the doors of hell and torture and look at my fellow classmates. Monday.
My sight narrows in on my old group of friends and their gravitational pull drags me in.
"Isabella got a cigarette?" Audrey calls up to me from her set on the floor.
"You know there's a bench right there, right?" I ask. They all look up at me like I'm out of the loop, clearly I was.
"Angelo and his new skanky no-strings-attached princess bitch sit there," She spits, "It's fucking bullshit."
"What's bullshit?" Angelo nonchalantly walks up, his arm dangling over the shoulders of a dumb broad. I eye here carefully and notice she's like a skanky version of me. But her personality makes the word bitch evident on her forehead. I think I'm going to really dislike her.
"Hehe, Angy baby can we go to the movies tonight?" She snaps her gum and bats her eyelashes.
"Whatever you want baby cakes." He smirks before they stick their tongues down each other's throats. Ew.
The bell rings for class and the group disperses. I pull out my Ipod and pop in my earbuds, preparing for a long day ahead. All through class I find it hard to focus. Focus on zoning out that is. The bell rings and I just faintly hear it over the blare of my music. I instinctively jet from the boring old room and duck through the hallway to my locker. Once there I feed it the combination I've dialed a thousand times. After I drop my books there, I decide I'm going to just ditch. I can't take this, it's all too soon. Suddenly the familiar arms snake around my waist and the warmth of another body presses up to my back. My grip on my locker door from when I was going to slam it shut, tightens.
"So I hear you lost your... virginity," Angelo whispers, attemping to be seductive but falling short. The anger boils up inside me. I don't want to know how he knows. I don't want to know who said what. He's sick. That's all he is. I put on my game face and turn my head into the crook of his neck as if I were to kiss it. My hot breath dances on his skin and I can see his eyelids flutter as he waits.
"To the only real man in this school." I whisper, withdrawing from his arms.
His fists curl up as he seethes and I watch him turn and walk away, leaving me alone once more. That's all I am. Alone. I slam my locker and rush toward the doors of the school. I burst out into the sunlight and run for a block or two. I turn my music up to a defening volume and walk. I don't have a real direction or destination. Why should I? I don't belong any where.
So I just walk.
The wind bites at me and I will myself not to get caught up in my emotions. I'll be fine. I'll be fine on my own. Marcel will come back around. He'll come for me. I look up, down the cold and lonely road. I don't know how long I've been walking, but the skies are turning to dusk and a blue hue lays like a blanket over the town. The street lights dimly turn on, awakening to their nocturnal ways. I close my eyes tightly and fight the tears as one rebelliously escapes down my cheek. I will not cry. Trying to focus on the absurdly loud music screaming in my ears, I dully and faintly notice something down the street. I glance up and the blinding light stares me in the face.
Darkness.
