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Chapter 5

Chapter 5- Tim pov
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My feet tapped silently as I sat in my desk at home room. "Can you stop!" one of the snotty kids asked fiercely. With that cue, I stopped tapping and slumped back against the desk.

The one-minute-bell pierced throughout the hallways and classrooms, making sure we all knew there was one minute for everyone to get to homeroom.

The teacher, who was a substitute, walked in right as the last bell rang.

"Good morning class..." he started. The sub went on and on about himself and class expectations. Damn, if he does this all day no on will ever learn in this class later on in the day.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday. What makes it worse is Rose is even in my homeroom, so every time I notice her not to far away, it automatically brings up late last night to my mind.

The screaming. The tears. The hugs. The rejection of being okay. Late last night.

After the long-ass announcements no one ever listens to and the sub gave us all our 'expectations' for this morning, we were free to talk.

"Hey, Tim, are you feeling any better?" Rose asked with a sorrowful face, reminding me of the incident yesterday.

"Don't bring it up." I grunted under my teeth. I wasn't mad, I just didn't want to talk about it, especially here. "Fine." she put her hands up and faced back forward as I stared at the back of her blonde hair. It looked just like mine, a little longer obviously, but it was the same bright blonde that looks of little tiny bits of brunette mixed in.

But Rose was beautiful, not how I see Aj, but she's pretty. I obviously wouldn't date her, her being my sister, but you get the point, she's pretty. Geez, let a brother compliment. Me on the other hand am not attractive. I've been told I am, but I don't think so. My hair doesn't flow beautifully, well I'm a boy that chooses to get a hair cut, therefore it isn't long, and I wouldn't call my hair beautiful either.

I stopped my thoughts when I saw another one of my best friends, Anton, walking up. He close, like Aj, but he doesn't know about my mother.

"Hey man, what are you doing later?" he asked, filling the seat next to me carelessly.

"I'm not sure, why?" My eyes were focused on his face, trying to keep my thoughts off last night like Rose had brought up.

"Porter and I are planning on going ice skating later, wanna join?" My thoughts automatically jumped to skating and the fact I had never been. I soon myself lost in thoughts to deep to explain. I remember watching Aj skate once. It was with my mother, they were both amazing. Their graceful moments flooded my mind. The sparkly dresses, a little short, but cute on them. Their hair pulled tightly into what they call a 'bun'.

"T-Tim?..." a hand was waving in front of my face awkwardly. I stared at it for a second, then coming to my senses.

"Oh, uh, sure." my thoughts finally drifted off of skating and back to Anton.

"Great, text you later the plan." Anton waved and with that the bell to alarm the ending of homeroom burst to our ears. We all got up, everyone rushing but me seeing no point in it and taking my time, to leave to our second hours.

I was excited to go, I knew this was my chance to leave the house without Rose. Plus, spend some time with some old friends I don't see much because I spend so much time with Aj.



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A.N.-
Hey, so I got asked about why was Clarity playing if Anton is Tim's best friend and still in high school. Well, it was, deal with it.
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