Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

Two stray laces_Cp 16

"Shit!" I mumble, stuffing the the eggs in my mouth. "I got to go check with Nicole about being absent tomorrow at P&P. You know, for that one thing." Maria nods her head while washing the dishes, eyes sympathetic with concern.
"You get there safe?" Her rough English draws out, thick Spanish accent present. I drop my plate on the counter next to her and nod, flashing her a reassuring smile. Raising an eyebrow, she looks uncertain.
"Your papi doesn't want you out too late. Be sure to come back no later than dinner."

She shakes her head as if saying, 'Kids these days.'

Backing away, I glance around for any sign of dad interjecting- but no, he lives practically at work. With a huff I walk to the living room couch to grab my phone, unplugging it, and shove it into my front pocket. Jogging into the backroom downstairs, I pick up my glistening waxed red bike proudly, and call out to Maria, informing her of my departure. In the vast and lonely walls, a faint "Bye" reaches my ears, a small smile forming on my face.

Having tied up my bike already, I breeze into the familiar smelling mall, random clumps of strangers passing me by. 'Nothing more comforting.' I think, turning around to smirk at an attractive specimens ass. 'If I'm dedicating my time, minus well have a jolly time about it.'

Spotting the shop, I rush over, checking my Samsung screen to read 12:43. A single face in the front looks up, clearly startled at my appearance out of nowhere. Her face begins to get contorted before I calm her down, saying, "I'm just here to inform you that I'll be gone tomorrow. Family matters." Eyes squinting at me, still, I feel self conscience about my pink tinted tights and start to adjust my outfit nervously. Not letting up the stare, I begin to get annoyed.

"WHAT is it that you're staring at me for?" Rubbing a hand up and down my arm, I see her blink rapidly, as if broken a trance.

"Y-you're Tyler, right?" Her stutter throws me off, feeling more comforted by her flaws in her otherwise plastic presence. Nodding my head, she seems shocked with my appearance, and not just in my image. "A boy came through here asking about you. Wondering when you were on shift- so you won't come tomorrow? That sucks for the poor guy."

Wringing my hands uncomfortably, my thoughts fly with the possible stranger's who asked for me.

'Was it that one guy I checked out last week? Or maybe Bradley from school. No, no they don't know of me. Who could want to know my schedule. WHO?'

Mind wondering for awhile, I barely notice her voice yelling to reel my me back in. Hands on her hips, she is standing up, clearly done with my obnoxious behaviour. Rolling her eyes at me, she shakes her head with a grunt.

"Why would a nerd want to see you anyways? He was a total loser..." She mumbles, leaning back in her chair, reading a stray People Magazine.

"Where is he? The boy?" I frantically walk up to the counter, choosing to ignore her comment. My pulse begins to rush, making me scared. Please, don't.

Eyeing me from the side of her eyes, she folds the magazine and continues to read. Anger welling up inside of me, I feel my teeth clench. 'Don't- resist it. Deep breathes.'

"I'd appreciate it if you'd just let me know who-"

"Oh my god. What are you, some sort of faggot!? Drop it already!"

My held in breathe holds out, eyes blank, legs buckling under me.

"HOLY SHIT- ARE YOU OKAY?" Running towards me, I feel a hot palm against my forehead, sight still blinded. My mind wanders and leaves me, the cool fresh darkness settling inside my chest. "Don't you dare pass out! Hey, stay with me!" Her screams seem incompetent, making me ignore her even that much more.

'Remember what Dr. Michael said...deep breathes...deep...de...'

It turns off.