" Remember class the project is due when the weekend is over! This counts as 60% of your grade! "
My teacher tells us. Doesn't she understand that we don't care? I mean we're in that stage where we're young enough to go out and have fun but just about to be adults. We want to be young and free not having to worry about dumb grades! We have one year left of being kids after this life turns to shit or at least that's what I've heard.
I smile and act like I'm thrilled about this project. After all what kind of straight A student wouldn't be thrilled to be getting yet another A?
" Are we going to study in the library like always? "
I ask Brent, my partner for the project just to make sure he remembers.
" I was thinking we could finish up at my house, my parents won't be home so they won't bother us. "
since I was little my mom made me be this perfect little angel and I guess people thought that act was true. Over time it became how people viewed me and when you're viewed higher than most that also means if they catch one slip up they pretend that it's bigger than the world it's self.
Now I'm forced to keep my actual thoughts to myself until I can find someone to share them with that I trust.
Could Brent be the one I've been waiting for?
Truth is I've never been to any friends house in years. The last time I had friends was back in elementary school when I was only eight but I scarred them away, that's when I realized few people understand the real me so I have to be careful who I trust.
" Sure I will be there right after school if that's ok? "
I ask him. Brent ironically lives next to me.
" That's fine. "
He says . The bell rings and we all run like mad men to get to our next class. The hallways are hectic and one moment of standing still and you could be going to the nurse. I've been knocked down a few times myself, I fell face first and it made my nose bleed like crazy.
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It's the end of the day and I stare at the clock waiting for it to hit 2:30 so I can leave this hell hole. Finally it rings and I basically run threw the hallways. Wow when did I get so desperate for a friend?
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Deranged Love
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