Notes From The Underground

CHAPTER ONE

My head was throbbing. I couldn't shake the sound of rushing water and static from my ears. I was regretting my decisions last night, drinking on a school night was a terrible idea all in it's own and really, I could have avoided it. I was never the best decision maker though, I won't claim to be either. I'd end up doing it again though, I had a bit of a motto about how it wasn't really a mistake unless you learned from it.

When the bell rings, I lifted my head from the desk and darted out of the room. My glasses slid down my face, quickly shoving them up I made my way to the next class. It was routine by this point, class to class, sitting in the back during each one with my eyes fixating on the clock above the teacher's desk.

I could feel my phone buzzing against my thigh, but my head was pounding and really, I didn't feel like responding. I pushed my glasses off, letting them thud to the desk before laying down on my arms and closing my eyes. The room turned black as I did. I couldn't tell if I was asleep or blacking out from the migraine but either way I was okay, as long as this pain kept dulling.

I snapped awake(?) a bit later, the bell ringing again. I wished I could fast forward through the day, school was the thing I only went to out of obligation, not for any real desire for education or graduation. Those were things I could have cared less about, I was just going through the motions and letting life throw whatever it so felt like throwing at me. I went on like that for a few years yet.

Once the day ends I'm beyond thankful, making my way out of the school as fast as I could get my legs to carry me. Shoving people over and out of the way was a small price to pay to leave quicker. I got on the bus, sitting in the back and pushing my knees up against the seat in front of me for comfort, waiting for Kendall to show up.

We had been riding the bus home together since we met in middle school, and tradition wasn't about to change any time soon. I hadn't seen her all day, normally we had classes together but this school year we had none. It would have been disappointing if not for the fact that my grades actually went up because of the lack in her company. She was a bit of a distraction when you wanted to focus.

I finally could see her walking towards me, her smile was spread wide, her fingers laced with his. I didn't hate the guy, or at least maybe I wouldn't hate him so much if he wasn't with her. He was the kind of guy who could hurt a girl in a million different ways and she would still be head over heels for him. He was in a band, had a Fuck You attitude and a killer smile. I knew someday none of that would matter anymore, once he was out of high school his band would bomb and his lacking skill set would land him in some shitty construction job or something of the like. Still, I didn't like how he had captured the heart of the one girl I could never manage to land.

I don't mean to sound bitter or anything, but really I was. I watched this guy break her heart for two years by this point, but she was still in love with him so I had to at least attempt to play nice, despite how much I detested it. I make it sound like I'm jealous, which really isn't it at all. Of course I could just be in denial, but really I wouldn't mind the girl I love dating somebody else if he just fucking treated her right. She deserves better than him.

The two part ways and she's climbing the steps to the bus, moving towards me. She reached up, tying her blonde hair up into a high ponytail messy and quick before flopping down next to me, moving her knees against the seat like I had, slumping down. Her head slowly leaned to the side, resting on my shoulder, her voice interrupting my thoughts.

"Mark is busy with his stupid band tonight." She complained, moving her thumb to her mouth and chewing the nail as she thought. "Wanna do something?' She asked.

"Depends on what that what is." I said, chuckling and looking down at her.

"Well, I would suggest drinking but-"