Sorry I'm Insane 2 // COMPLETE

0.2; Party

omg i totally forgot to update on monday i was busy as frick omg sorry babes heres the next chapter 😘

Kian

February 11, 2015.

"Kian, you fucking walnut." Reece says from across the table.

"What?" I laugh, "I don't get this. I hate pre-calc." I pout, and she laughs at me.

"It's not that hard! You just need to get used to it not being algebra."

"It's the middle of February and I still don't understand it." I pout again. "Can we stop studying?" I ask, getting a glare from her.

"And do what, Ki? Make out? Have sex?"

"Well, you suggested it." I say smirking at her. In return, I get a kick from her.

"No, do your homework."

"After?" I ask hopefully, smiling at her. A small smile appears on her lips as she replies.

"Maybe."

February 10, 2016.

After telling Hunter everything that happened not even a year ago, it was a little easier. A little. I still thought so much about her, everything about her. It's the middle of the week and I'm doing what Reece would be. Studying, homework, the whole shebang.

College sucks, majorly. God, I wish she was here helping. I got so used to doing homework with her that it isn't the same. I'm putting myself through the stress she would have, but it is all for her. For my English class the homework assignment was to sit down for 30 minutes, timed, and write our thoughts. We've done this a couple of other times, but the professor usually gave us a topic to write about.

I put the timer on on my phone, setting it for 30 minutes. I grab my pen and my writing journal before placing the pen on the paper, writing my thoughts.

10 February, 2016.

Her. Per usual.

One year ago, we were sitting together joking around studying. I get frustrated at the pre-calc, and she got frustrated at me. After studying for about an hour, I convinced her to stop and we went and did... other things.

This point was my happiness peak, and I hope hers too.

I pause, collecting my thoughts before continuing.

She always took school so seriously, and i usually messed around. Hell, I'm lucky to be here in this damn college, following her dreams. It's hard, being here without her. So hard.

When we were kids she would always talk about how much she loved English, how she was going to pursuit in becoming a teacher. She was always so happy thinking about the future. Before him.

I remember so clearly, clear as the water we drink. We were 11, and we were at our river.

"Ki, I'm gonna be an English teacher. For people our age, middle schoolers." She had told me, with so much happiness laced in her voice. I told her I wanted to make movies, act in movies, all of it. But here I am. Studying English to become a teacher in a short couple of years.

That day she told me how she wanted her classroom to be. She said that there would be collections of desks, groups of four scattered across her room. She told me that she would create a reading time every week, where for the whole class the students got to read. She said that the first week of doing that, she would watch who the kids sat with so that the next week of class she could sit them with people the enjoyed talking to, being with.

I had asked her, "But Reece, what if they talked too much during class? I know we would."

"Then it's their own fault they can't sit with their friends. They should be given a chance to try, though."

She was one of the sweetest people I knew, only ever getting angry when necessary. We talked about this when we were applying for colleges, too. Her answer was still the same.

"It's their own damn fault then." She had told me while writing her letter to this college. This exact college is where she wanted to learn how to teach, where she wanted to acquire the knowledge to teach. To pursuit her dream.

She had applied to other colleges too, but she wanted to go to this one the most. We applied for the same colleges, not thinking much about the future. When I got accepted into this college, and another, I knew I had to go to this one.

So here I am, studying for her.

The timer goes off and I close the journal and go see what Hunter is doing. I walk into the living room and don't find him there, so I decide I should pick up the apartment a bit. I start emptying the couple of boxes of ours that are left, most having picture frames and decorations in them and placing them around the apartment on counters and sticking them to walls.

I empty all of the boxes, realizing it's been nearly two hours and decide to make dinner. I put water on to boil before sweeping and vacuuming waiting for it to boil. I finish, dumping the uncooked pasta into the boiling water and stirring it.

I set a timer for 12 minutes and stand by the stove on my phone, stirring it every once in a while. Once it's done I drain the water out of it and mix together milk butter and the cheese powder to finish it up. I put some into a bowl and shoot a text to Hunter.

to: bunter

coming home tonight?

from: bunter

maybe. @ a party, you should come. help you forget about her.

to: bunter

er im good i have AM classes tomorrow.

from: bunter

cmon, lame-o. have fun. i know you did your work already

to: bunter

but

i dont wanna

INCOMING CALL FROM: bunter

"I'm not going to a party, dude." I say as soon as I answer.

"Yes, you are. You have to put your mind on something else. Like, seriously dude. I'm gonna be at the apartment in 10. Better be ready, dick." He says and hangs up. I sigh, not really having much of a choice because he will force me to go.

I finish my bowl of mac and cheese then head to my room and put on a black tshirt tossing a cutoff flannel on top. I slide on black skinny jeans and push my hair back with a black bandana. I go wait in our now clean living room for Hunter.

Just like promised, Hunter quickly enters the room and looks around his eyes landing on me. "Le0'ts go. You're going to get hammered and fuck someone. You need to get over her, I'm sorry for saying that but dude it's been almost a year."

I cringe, wanting to curse him out but stay silent. "Let's go, then." I say sliding my converse on and walking over to him. He smiles and pulls me by the arm out of our apartment.

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