Who is she Really?

Chapter 7

Tomorrow is Wednesday, she has creative writing. One of Rho's secret hobbies was writing. For creative writing, she knew she had to go to the 8th-grade hallway. After the incident with Dave, she knew that she was never going to be messed with again. Her day was actually Christina free, so she was pretty happy. So when Mathlympics class came around she sat and turned on her music, she turned it on high and sketched. She was sitting there listening to "Location" by Khalid, her imagination ran wild and continued to sketch. After 5 minutes the bell rang and she looked down to see a tree and leaves on the ground. It looked as if she had watercolored it. She sat up straight and waited for Ms. Perri to come in, out of her corner of her eye she saw Grey. He came in he was hunched over and looking at the floor, he hurried to sit down next to Rho.

"Grey, are you okay?" she asked with a little bit of worry in her tone. Grey looked at her. She noticed the redness around his pupil, he looked really tired . Wtf is that smell? It smells recent too. Shit are you kidding me. High?!

"Yea, what's up Rho?" he says lazily. He is high. Boi.

"Mrs. Perri !" I say raising my hand, " Can I have a pass? Grey is feeling really sick."

" Is he going to vomit?" she asks sternly. Grey imitates trying to hold back himself from vomiting,

"Yes." She says back.

Rho picks Grey up and puts her arm around him from the back and under his arm. Rho grabs her bag and puts it over her shoulder with her bag across her chest.  They both walk out but instead they head to the bathroom. Rho pushes him into the corner between the lockers and wall. He leans against the wall and slurs his words.

"Heeeey what are you doing?" he says drunkenly.

"IM helping you," I answer running the water through the paper towels.

"Look at me." He looks at her and his eyes are all over the place.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just going to have to do this if it doesn't work then there is another solution."She says looking him straight in the eyes. Rho raises her hand pulls it back and smack. She hit him and she looks at him. He holds his face in his hand, he looks at her. He needs to snap out of this.

Grey groans as he holds his face. I shift him over to a corner so the camera or a teacher sees him. She has worry in her eyes.

"I'm so..." before she could continue, he leans down and kisses her. Gently holding her face cupping her cheeks. Rho's mind was blank, so was his. She felt like she was lost when they touched, her eyes grew open and looked into Greys. she cupped his face in her hands holding them there. He slowly started to wrap his arms around her and bring them together. He hugged her around the waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They held it there until the sound of the door opening and squeaking. Rho shoves Grey over and pushes him into the bathroom wall. I let go of him and hold my finger to my mouth and tell him to shush. I leave him and take a peek around the corner. CHRIS! I shouldn't say anything. So I sneak back into the bathroom and look at Grey. His eyes still looking red, I move him to the sink and wash his face with water to make him look a little pale.

"Look at me." I say concerningly " Are you okay?" he sorta slurs this time

"yea." He says, " let's go." He walks out and stumbles to walk.

"Hold up." Rho grabs a piece of paper and writes a note. That states, "I excuse Grey," "whats your middle name?" "Bexley, b-e-x-l-e-y." "okay. She continued to write the note. "I excuse Grey Bexley Brawler from school. He has a stomach bug and may be excused." Rho tops it off with the signature of the nurse.

"Damn, where'd you learn that?" he says stumbling.

"Don't worry about it. Wait... Grey, does your mom know that you are stoned?"

"No what do you..." he begins to slur his words.

"Okay than."

She grabs a device out of her back and scans her forehead with. She bends down and coughs for 30 seconds. She tries to stand up straight but she slouches. When Grey looks at her he could see her nose running, her eyes sleepy and her forehead warm.

"I'm going to write myself a note and I'll take you home." She says sickly.