Wild Heart

Chapter Three : His Number

I make my way to the seat beside my friend, Rose Wallace. Max follows me like a lost puppy and sits beside me.
"Rose, meet Max. Max, meet Rose," I introduce the two, while I make eye signals to Rose. She and Max, who only sees Rose's response, understand what I said.
"Nice to meet you , Max."
"Likewise."
The day goes on smoothly. Eventually, all five us, Rose, Joanna, Della, Max, and I, have the rest of the day together. At lunch, which I had a chicken salad, sweet tea, some chips, and chocolate chip cookies - I love cookies to death -, Joanna told us the most recent illegal thing she's done. Joanna wasn't a bad person, she just loved doing illegal things like vandalism. Della, Rose, and I have been trying to get her to stop, but it's as impossible as getting me to stop eating chocolate chip cookies.I told you I loved them.
Max just thinks it's cool that Joanna is a "troubled teen" , according to the police department. She prefers to be called a juvenile delinquent because it sounds cooler than "troubled teen". The rest of the day moves along, with more notes from Max.
I swear he's killing me.
At the end of sixth, Max discovered that he has to separate from the group, this due to the fact he doesn't have band the last period. Before I leave our classroom to head to band, max comes up to me with a piece of paper.
"Here's my number for whenever you want to um...text or call me," he told me nervously.
I take the paper and nodded ,"Meet me at the office when you're ready to leave."
Max smiles with a nod and walks out with us, but then goes right when we go left. Band was okay. We got some new music for our halftime show. Mr. Chadwick, or Mr. StuckUpMyButt, as Joanna frequently refers to him as, had this ridiculous idea that after one minute of seeing this music, we could play it perfectly. I look over at the clock.
Just ten more minutes, Jude. You can do this.
However, life seems to think that 10 minutes needs to feel like an hour. I thankfully survived those 10 minutes. We were finally allowed to pack up and leave. I walked towards the doors, saying goodbye to my friends and other band members as I passed them, that led to my freedom from the American public school system. I made my way towards my locker to put up my unneeded things and to grab the book I'm currently reading, The Girl On The Train, but when I turned around to go find Max, I saw him flirting with some cheerleader. I was in a little shock, but I really didn't expect anyone to be with me anyways. This just made my belief seem truer to me. Instead of confronting them - like most characters in books and movies do -, I just turned back around and went to my car. I didn't go home, though, I just drove.  I only stopped driving when I checked the tie and saw it was almost 5.  I stopped at a nearby park and just started thinking. The divorce, my mom leaving, and more recently Max. I sat against a tree for an hour or so until my dad had decided I need to be home.  Home. Do I even have a home?
I got home around 6 and went straight to my room. I ignored my father's request to come out of my room and talk. There's nothing he can say to me to make me possibly any happier. However, my dad comes and knocks on my door and attempts to start a conversation with me.
"Just because your mother and I are getting a divorce doesn't mean we love you any less than before," he proclaims.
I simply nod at his statement while I continue staring at my soulless phone.
"Well, if there's anything you need or talk about, I'm here as always," he sighed as he left my room.
Well, I had a fantastic day today.
That made laugh a little at my misfortune. My parents are getting a divorce and a guy who I thought I could be with is kinda not into me, I have no idea, what a perfect day. I start to close my eyes silently hoping tomorrow is a better day.