I Think I'm OK Now (Peterick)

Detention

[Pete's P.O.V]

I don't know what I did wrong, but I ended up in detention again. I put my earbuds in and played some Panic! while the teacher was reading. At least it was only Mr. Jolker or else it would get bad if you were even looking at someone else. Andy was in there with me, I think he said it was for saying the teacher, Ms. Liko, looked like a Komodo Dragon. She hates lizards and sent him here. Mr. Jolker left the room, saying he'd be back later, maybe 20 minutes.

"Hey Pete." Andy had turned to look at me as he spoke. We were the only people in detention at the time, because most kids try to be good before grades go out. But for me and Andy, we never really cared because our parents weren't there much.

"What?" I said, taking out my buds.

"We could just leave right now, he won't be back." Andy was like this when he was stuck in this shitty classroom. I stared at him.

"What if he comes back? He would kill us." I replied. He flicked my hair, the bit at the top.

"He won't care, he just wants to leave this hell hole of a place. And anyway, he wouldn't mind a break." It was a good idea to just leave and have him the rest of the day off. I thought it over and nodded to him to tell him I agreed and motioned towards the window.

I help Andy climb through quickly once I got out. He jumped well, but his foot got stuck. When we were out of the school block, we laughed and smiled at each other, knowing we just got out of another boring ass day. I went up to a tree ahead of us and reached for two apples for us. I could almost reach but needed to jump to get them. We walked to my house eating and talking about random shit we could do when we got there. That was when I saw it. A kid I had seen in the halls earlier in the morning when I got to school. He has a fedora he always wears and glasses, and was the school's most well-known nerd, but I didn't know his name. I watched as some man chased him out of a yard. It looked like he was crying and the man was screaming to him that he was useless and fucked up. I didn't really like what happened. The kid ran and stopped in front of us, but quickly hurried off.

When we got to my house my mom wasn't there. She probably left to find some guy. I don't like to admit it to people, but my mom only comes home to make sure I'm able to survive, she brings food and groceries. She decided I have to be able to live on my own so she gave me the house because she had enough money to get a nicer one. I was always OK when she left, but never really knew when she would come back, she was sometimes gone for months at a time. The longest was probably 4 months.

I often had to bring Andy over because his mom and dad were getting a divorce and were very scary to be around when mad, he basically lived with me. He always likes to do chores as payment for staying with me, but I like the help. He walked into the kitchen to grab some sodas and snacks for a movie. We often watch movies after hard days.

We sat and talked through the old movie. We talked about school and bullies and girls Andy liked. When the movie ended, Andy started to talk about the kid.

"Remember that kid from earlier?"

"Why wouldn't I? He was crying and running away from us and that guy. He looked like he was drunk." The guy seemed drunk, because who would want to hit or scream at a kid.

"Yea, but didn't you recognize him? He's that kid from last year, the kid that made the school famous!" Andy said, stars in his eyes. Our school gathered some attention after a kid named Patrick Stump saved a 5 year old from being hit by a crazed kid name Logan. Patrick had the kid behind him in the school yard with Logan in front of him when he tried to get the kid. Patrick was stabbed 4 times for protecting the 5 year old. It gathered attention because the school was mentioned to teach martial arts and protection that helped Patrick fight off and help the kid away from Logan.

"It didn't become famous, it gathered attention from a newspaper nobody reads. Also, why would Patrick be getting hurt by adults after that?" I asked him. He shrugged and sipped his Mountain Dew.

It was the late hours of the day, and we took a walk outside. I liked to talk about going to the TØP concert, but knew I couldn't afford it. We walked for a while until we found Patrick in an alley. He was curled up and seemed to be asleep. We both went over to him and he jumped when we were right in front of him, blocking his only exit. He cowered in front of us, pleading not to hurt him.

"Patrick, we won't hurt you." Andy calmly stated. I added in, "We just want to know if you're OK, trust us." I knew I looked a bit scary to normal people, with my black dyed hair and piercings, along with eyeliner.

"I-I'm fine. Please don't tell him where I am..." He begged. I looked at Andy; he shrugged. I looked back at Patrick and offered a hand to help him up. He hesitantly reached for it and got up. I looked him in the eyes, and just stared a bit to long, because Andy snapped in front of my face and I was awoken inside again.

"Where do you live?" I ask.

"Over there." He points to the road behind us. I walk over there, the others behind me, and stop in front of the house the drunk man was in front of.

"Patrick, get your ass inside and do your chores." He was sober now, and seemed nicer. Patrick went inside the house and we left.

I woke up at midnight and went upstairs. Andy was awake too. I made some tea and ask why Andy's up.

"I have no idea, just woke up in here."

"I woke up 5 minutes ago, don't know why though." Usually when I wake up at exactly 12:00 I realize something or have something to do.

We put it off as a coincidence and went back to bed.