"Waylon, give me your phone." The teacher boomed across the classroom. Everyone looked at me and I made a "what-are-you-looking-at" face. I let out a large sigh while closing the Instagram of the teacher helper and turned off my phone.
I pulled myself from my chair and trudged over to his desk. The helper was watching my every move. I felt her making up jokes about me in her mind and she started laughing and made a comment to the teacher, he laughed too.
"What Celeste?" I asked her with all the mocking sarcasm I could muster.
"I told you so." She mocked back to me. I grabbed her phone that was sitting on the front podium and flipped it over to mess with her. She let out a small laugh and said that I play too much. I smiled to her while I sat down again. Her winy voice was beyond precious.
Her and our teacher got along very well, like she could be his daughter. They loved to talk about life and the rock music that they both listen to. I pretended to do my work but was actually listening to the two of them. The class was at a low roar. Celeste mentioned something about life being shitty at home and she hopes everything eventually works out. He told her to never loose hope and a bunch of other inspirational stuff. I kept listening.
She did what?
I lifted my head up and looked at her. I didn't stop looking at her until she called my name for the 15th time. The tears did not stop. I didn't even realize I was actually crying. I stood up and just left the class. I don't even know what I was doing but I was in the hall sitting between the wall and the vending machine.
I felt someone tap on me. When I looked up I saw a blurry blob but I knew who it was.
"Waylon, what happened?"
"Celeste. I herd what you tried to do. I can't-"
"You heard that?"
"Are you okay?"
"I am, trying to kill myself enlightened me and made me see a side of my life, family and myself." I just looked at her. I still felt tears in my eyes, they weren't stopping. I don't know what to do and she didn't say anything.
She sat crouched in front of me with her hand on my knee. It felt actually very comforting.
Then my knee got cold and I looked up as I missed her touch. Her hand was in front of my face asking me to take it so she can help me up. I did. As soon as I was on my feet I was pulled into a hug. I began crying again. What is wrong with me?
I pulled away from her.
"We should probably get back to class." I let out a breathy, nervous, laugh.
"Oh, Celeste?"
"Yeah?"
"Promise me you'll talk to me if you ever feel like doing that again because I think you deserve the world and not that."
