Dreamstate

3-Late Stupid (Dillon POV)

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I grumble under my breath as I open my car door. He was literally right behind me when we and all our friends were the last to enter the school. The dumbfuck had to play white knight and save some girl who was stupid enough to jump into a road where the cars could care less for pedestrians.

I grab a good hold on the Sab's bag that Tristan so rudely asked for with a text. The aroma of the beans and cheese settles around me with the fair weather. My nose settles on the other taco smell, my favorite, chorizo and egg.

The four tacos all bundled up and I enter the store Tristan texted me to head to, and the smell of dank and salt wavers in the air. My nose scrunches in disgust. Its like they tried to sanitize the place with salt water.

I open the door, "dude, why the hell couldn't you come to school, and why the hell did I have to sneak out to buy you lunch when I was the one who won the bet?" I only kid, of course I know why I had to skip the second half of my first day as a senior in school. I just wanted to make an entrance.

"Dude," my best friend since our diaper years mocks me, "I already told you why in the text, now bring the tacos over. I'm starving." I walk over to my friend, eying the girl who's rousing on a make shift bed.

Slowly, she sits up with dazed eyes. I get caught up in the pure humanity filled within the chocolate brown orbs and get this weird feeling in my stomach as she stares at me. She seems familiar but I can't remember if I last saw her or maybe its just some weird déjà vu. I check off that's its the latter and glance at her still staring at me as if I'm a dream come true.

"Is this the stupid girl?" I ask Tristan as if she weren't even there. She sure is acting like it mentally anyways. I glance back at her and her eyebrows pinch just a tad in thought. Huh, so she does have some comprehension in her.

Tristan looks back and forth between us worried about her reaction to my words probably. I only said it to see if she actually has a brain. She hasn't even said thank you for bringing food. I had to dodge Ms. Butterball in the hallway just to get this, and there's a reason we call her butterball. She's round and sweaty all the time and always smell like buttered biscuits.

Suddenly, she starts to stand up, "whoa there Senna, you can't just start walking about just yet. Give your body some time to cope with everything going on first." Tristan tried to grab for her last minute but the slow poke somehow misses another slow poke and she glances at me before she starts walking towards a bare section of the store wall.

"Senna, you alright?"

"Hey stupid girl, come and get your food. I don't have all day." truthfully I did, I don't know why I said that. There's a small voice in the back of my mind saying that I want her to turn around and look at me in the eyes again, but I retract any and all thoughts of anything related on a deeper level with her, Senna.

Once she stands before the wall, there's not even a split second before she harshly rams her head into the hard vertical surface as if the other side holds the key to the universe.

"What the hell," immediately, Tristan and I reach for her as she stumbles back while holding her bruising forehead. I don't care why she did it, she could've really gotten hurt. She really is a stupid girl.