Finding love in the lies of Greenhill Valley

2 | Dynamic Duo

I awoke with the dusk light seeping through my curtain. I lay there enjoying the few minutes I had to spare until my alarm confirmed time to leave a paralysed state.

6:18 blinked on my rusty clock.

"Uno or dos pieces of toast?" chirped Dad, whose head was hanging around the side of the door.

"Ill sort myself out later, thanks Dad" I sufficed under my drowsiness.

With my grey-scale outfit on I marched down stairs, my mood matching the weather that the cloudy morning brought. After savaging through the pantry I settled on no breakfast as usual, ignoring the hollowness of my stomach.

I hadn't eaten since last night, even then only nibbling due to the tension at Hunters dinner table.

After bullshitting my way through the last paragraphs of my english essay, I scooped up my backpack and headed out the door.

It was not long until I realised that I was not alone. His presence not only can make my day ten times better, but also everything around him was cast under his charming spell. The once grey morning with the occasional patter of rain had metamorphosed into one with birds chattering and the beat of sun on my made-up face.

"What if you had gotten in the wrong car" I greeted Hunter, the stranger in my passenger seat.
"Your property is so massive your neighbours are a half a mile away, Ill take my chances that this is in fact your car - thanks"
I chuckled at his logistics.

Our dynamic duo does not only make a great pair of mountain hikers, but also the best band of the century. On the way to Luxford he skips through my car playlist as I tap my fingers in sync with his awful screeching of singing. The emotions of euphoria and pure happiness soon come to an immediate halt as I realise I am nearing the front entrance of the car park.

He scowls at me as I pull into the curb half a block away from school. A pang of guilt fills my whole body as I imagine what it feels like to have your closest friend be ashamed to be seen driving you to school. He really deserves better than me.

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"Congratulations to Felix Carter on his scholarship to Fresno College next fall" boomed over the loud speaker, interrupting my Accounting essay.

A few girls in the back row sighed at the mention of Felix. He's not all that. In fact rather boring. Completely over rated. But I'm sure if your not an apex predator like my friends and I, he's an absolute god.

"Lacrosse, football and athletics sign ups will be held after school, meet Mr. Potts in the hall after sixth period. Also a reminder to all students that there is to be no boys in the girls bathrooms. Thank you"

With that the class turned to look at Dylan Grieves at the back of the classroom, who was grinning whilst chewing the end of his pencil. Dylan was was the most notorious player in all of the valley. Even daring to prey upon a freshman in the girls bathroom once. Ultimately resulting in a weeks suspension on his behalf. "Sexist" he scoffed in defence for weeks following.

I slammed my pen on the desk, making sure the whole class was aware that I was done. I scooped up my bag and leaped out the class like a madman.

Leaving class early meant a longer free period. Just what I needed to break from mediocre gossip about Stacy-Ann's hickey and Mr. Maconahie's foot operation.