School
noun
1. a prison for children ages five to eighteen
I dreaded math every single day. It was definitely not my favorite class due to my teacher's mind-numbing lectures on linear equations. I struggled to keep my eyes open constantly and sometimes found myself falling asleep without them ever shutting. It was a Thursday, I was not prepared to walk through those doors to second period. I hadn't done my homework and I simply did not have any urge whatsoever to attend another hour and thirty minute long lecture.
But being the obedient student I am, I sat up and began slowly walking in the direction of my third period as soon as the bell rang. My feet dragged along the rough carpet that lined the hallways and I sighed to myself.
"Hey Bella," I heard a voice say next to me. I turned to see a very tired Dustin now walking alongside me. Dustin was one of my friends and classmates though we only truly spoke when we were both bored-like in math class for example.
"Hello Dustin, ready for math?" I said with every word coated in sarcasm.
"I really don't want to go at all..." his voice trailed off with clear sadness and exhaustion.
"So let's just not go," I snickered a bit at my own response.
"Alright, let's do it," he replied and grabbed my arm, spinning me around then walking the other direction. I tripped over my feet, trying to keep up but quickly scurried along next to him as he was still holding onto the sleeve of my cardigan.
"What? What are you talking about? Where are we going?" I sputtered out one question right after the other.
"I don't know, just not to math," he walked fast, turning corners quickly.
"I was kidding Dustin, I didn't mean we should actually not go! I can't ditch, my parents will kill me!" I pleaded.
"C'mon, you gotta live on the wild side every once and a while," he said before pushing a door leading outside and to the back parking lot open. I tried hard to pull back and stop him but it didn't work, he was too strong. He dragged me all the way to his black jeep patriot before stopping to open the passenger door for me. I stood there, crossing my arms in protest.
"I'm not getting in," I said matter-of-factly.
"Oh yes you are," he said before sweeping me off my feet-literally. He picked me up bridal style and set me down in the seat and then shut the door before I could even think about what just happened. He ran around to the driver's side and put the keys in, starting the car. I sighed loudly and buckled up as he began backing up. There was nothing I could do now but go along.
"You're going to pay the consequences," my arms were still crossed as I stared ahead. "Where are we even going?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't really thought about that yet," he looked at me and smirked. He reached over and turned on the radio to my favorite station full of alternative and indie rock artists. Fluorescent Adolescent was playing and I tapped my fingers on my legs to the beat. I looked over and studied the boy sitting next to me.
(Saying right now that he is attractive would be a strong understatement. He has floppy brown hair that falls just over his eyebrows and dark green eyes. He's well built thanks to his love of rock climbing and stands at about 5 feet 10 inches. And he always seems to have this incredibly mysterious yet sexy smirk on his face.)
Soon enough he pulled into an extra long driveway of a random house and stopped the car. "Okay I give up, I have no idea where to go," he threw his arms up in frustration and looked at me, expecting an answer.
"Hey don't look at me, you're the one who kidnapped me," I said.
"Kidnapped? That's a bit exaggerated don't you think?" he leaned over and nudged me, laughing a little. I rolled my eyes and he continued, "Hey we could just go watch movies at my house! No one is home until four and it's only 10:40!"
"First you force me to ditch class then you want to take me to your house when no one's home? What're you trying to do?" I asked curiously but half kidding.
"Whatever you want to do," he wiggled his eyebrows then laughed at himself. I shook my head, trying not to join his infectious laughter.
"Good luck with that," I threw back. "Whatever, as long as it's not math I suppose.
Dustin smiled and fist pumped the air childishly. We began driving back towards his house, wherever it was. My heart was beating a bit faster as I realized I was going to be in a dark room with this model of a boy. But I was just overthinking, exciting stuff doesn't happen to me.
