Heart over Mouth.

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I wake up and immediately go pee. Sadly for guys it's a double effort.   I look at the time and see that I have school. Yeah.

I grab my bag, with one binder a few pencils coke and weed. I grab a shirt and jean and through shoes on. I head for the door.

As I grab the handle I hear Terry grunt. , " Where you going?" He asks lighting a joint and scratching his stomach.

I debate answering or leaving fast. I pick fast. "School." I say bluntly as I whip open the door and head out. I'm pretty sure his care level was so low that he fell back to sleep like a fucking bitch.

As I exit my gate I see Phoebe walking fast she speeds past my house and doesn't slow down.

I almost break into a sprint chasing after her. I yell her name four maybe six times each more out of breath than the last. I know something's wrong if she's trying to get to school this fast.

I'm exhausted and a little relived when she gives in and falls into a trembling ball on the ground. I finally reach her and squat by her cold scared body. "fuck" Is all I can mutter under my breath. I scoop her up in my arms and let her shake and cry. I envy her, Phoebe's emotions know what they are and she knows how to convey them. Me, I can't for the life of me convey shit. Well like i get pissed off and your dead. I can show that I care through actions rather than voicing it. But anything society has dubbed 'female' weather it had that label or not I for some reason can't cry in public show joy or even explain the bliss i get.  wish I could like Phoebe. 

"We don't have to go to school if you don't want to." I say in a hopeful voice. I try to get her to smile. Eventually, I grab her hand lift her up and have her look me in the eyes. Her brown eyes glisten with tears. Her pale skin is red and swollen. She's been crying either hard for a good hour or all night. I get lost in her beautiful brown eyes. "School?" I ask honestly just wanting to lay in bed with her and be the reason she smiles. I grab her hand and kiss it. I can feel her smile at m action.

 "Ooooh micks got him another whore. She looks cheap this time. What saving your money mickey?" I don't know who said that but the smile i feel and see on Phoebe's face both disappear. I turn around to see some kid i have never met. I grab him by his stupid shirt and slam his head against the nearest pole. I Then use my opposite hand to plum his face. I push him to the ground and kick the shit out of him. 

"Who the hell you calling a whore, huh? Bitch! Just because a girl is pretty like a princess doesn't mean shes a whore. Most whores are like your mom old fat and ugly. She must of looked pretty bad to give birth to your pussy ass bitch self. Don't you ever call Phoebe a whore ever again." I turn back to my beautiful best friend who's hiding a laugh. "What yo have something to say? " I say in a joking tone to her. She shakes her head and red strands of hair fly everywhere. I grab her hand and we walk hand in hand to school. 

Today feels weird. I mean it didn't feel great when I saw Phoebe not only run from me but in a blister of tears. It felt good when I protected her honor by beating the shit out of that random asshole. It felt amazing when I saw I was able to put a smile on her face so fast. But a;ready it feels like the day has a lot in store for me. As we near the school I almost die. Some dipshit with a car almost ran me over. I keep my eye on the car. When they park it's not a student. It was a teacher. I saw him get out of his care. He had red hair kinda like Phoebe's but lighter. His head was half shaven on two sides and long folded to the back probably gelled down. 

He's in a brown suit and has a blue suite case. I'm not one to judge people's lives but this man has got to be gay. I laugh to myself. He's going to be dead in two three weeks max. As we enter the school i head straight to the library. Phoebe of course follows. As we enter the coldest part of school I can already smell the weed being smoked by the librarians. We have an ignorant at best, principle. "It's for medical use." she falls for it every time. The teachers are higher than the students sometimes. I head to the front lounge section where Peyton, Abby, Bri, James, Micheal, and Matthew sit on their phones. "We made it." Phoebe announces falling into the lap of Abby and Peyton. She lays her head on Peyton's lap and he pets her head as Bri passes her a cigarette. I bend down and light it for her and sit down by James.