Wheels

Chapter 8: Kaycee

Back in Cyrus's point of view

I wouldn't say the week flew by, but it's friday already. So, I guess it flew by faster than expected. I wasn't really settled in yet, but everyone else seemed to be. Chloe already signed up to audition for her schools fall musical, The Wizard of Oz Jr, and she's constantly talking about some new friends she made. Dad has an interview today, and one next week. He's trying to get a job at the local grocery store but he's going to an interview for a retail store just as a back up, and on top of that he's already befriended all the neighbors. Mom... well, she's doing better than me. Still broke, but she's got her head on straight. If her current job doesn't work out, theres already several other high-up jobs in the area that are calling her name. She's being stubborn and doesn't really want any of them, though. They won't pay nearly ss much as what she's supposed to be getting paid.
As for myself, I'm kind of just existing. Taking everything slow so I don't accidentally overwhelm myself.

"Alright, class. Today, we're going to try and perfect our knowledge on exponents. You all seem to be so rusty on this!", Ms. Stover huffed as she erased everything on the board, putting up some new math-stuff that I've never seen before. This was supposed to be review? Didn't look like review. Then again, I haven't understood math for the past six years.
To my left, sat a very bored Kara. Her face was resting on her palm and her eyes boredly stared at the front of the class. She had a pencil at hand and an already thoroughly completed worksheet. I haven't even attempted my worksheet, yet. I probably wasn't going to, either.

"Psst. Kara.", I muttered, almost silently. Instead of answering me, she just gave me a blank stare. Her eyes seemed dull and tired, but were still a brilliant shade of gray. "Do you actually get this?"

"Yeah. It's basic algebra."

Maybe, but Kara was smart so anything could be considered basic to her.
Instead of pushing for a dry conversation, I turned my head back and tried to focus on Ms. Stover... but that shit's just so damn boring. Jesus christ. This was most likely the most soul-crushing class of the day. How the hell can I get out of here? There's still forty minutes of class left!
I kind of felt like I had to pee, so I raised my hand. I can go with this. Even if I didn't have to pee, I'd still get out of five or so minutes of class. That's better then sitting here for the duration.

"Cyrus! Glad to see you want to participate! Do you know the answer?", Poor Ms. Stover's face lit up as she'd thought I was offering to answer whatever monstrosity was on the board. I pity her. The only student in class that knows the answer was already finished with the lesson, and every other student in here was pretending to pay attention.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could use the bathroom.", My hand fell to my lap just as quickly as Ms. Stovers expression did.

"Alright. Be quick.", She sounded so defeated. I stood up and walked through the aisle of desks, careful not bump into anyone or anything.
As I made my way out into the hall, I strolled down until I approached the two bathrooms. Which do I enter?

Well, I am a boy so I'll use the mens restroom. No one will care unless I make a show out of it.

I walk into the mens room and stand for a moment, observing. I've used guys bathrooms before, so this isn't a big deal... but it is kind of dirty. There's no way I'm going anywhere near those disgusting urinals. A janitor is needed ASAP.
Walking over to the stall farthest away from me, I couldn't help but slightly feel sick. I skipped breakfast, today. I should've eaten. But I was running so late, it was either eat or be tardy. My record is messed up already, so I don't need another tardy.
The toilet seat looked clean enough, so I closed and locked the stall, sat down, and pulled down my jeans, and then my underwear-