fucking detention. fucking mr. morris. fucking mr. johnson. fucking school. and fucking ryan ross.all things that have completely ruined my day more than they should have. i grunt as i slam my locker door shut, hoist my backpack higher onto my shoulder and trudge down the hall to mr. johnson's room. this is so unnecessary, it's a friday and i'm being forced to stay after school just because my stupid english teacher didn't like the fact the i so much as even muttered the word gay in his classroom. i walk in and i'm met with the face of dallon weekes.
i raise an eyebrow in question as to why he's here. "johnson's making me stay after for the next couple of weeks." the boy might as well be psychic, i mean he basically read my thoughts. i just nod and grab a wet rag from the pile mr. johnson left on his desk. wiping down the board, my ears are filled with a snort of laughter. "what?"
"nothing, you're just really cute when you look like you want to smash a brick over someone's head." the tall boy says with a wicked smile, one that has trouble written in it. my cheeks heat up at the compliment? if that's even what it was. i didn't really know, this guy was confusing.
"um thanks?"
"i'm sorry about what happened with ryan, by the way." he walks up next to me and grabs a rag, helping me clean. i furrow my eyebrows at what he just said, and again as if he can predict what i'm asking, he continues. "i asked spencer if he knew why you were so worked up during english. he told me about what happened with- he who shall not be named." i chuckle. "are we talking about voldemort or ryan?"
he laughs at that. "you must really hate him right now."
"that's where you're right. i want to kill him with every fiber in me, but at the same time i wish he would just love me back you know? i wish that everything wouldn't be so complicated." i shrug. "don't we all." he lets out a sigh, repeatedly wiping at the same spot. "what's up with you?" i ask.
"what do you mean?"
"it's just, you've been cleaning that same spot for the past five minutes, and you aren't acting like your usual playful self. you seem upset about something." i explain. "i just like cleaning chalkboards, i gotta make sure they're spotless." i give him a look. you know, that look. a smile cracks on his face. "what?? i'm serious! i enjoy doing this very much, its my favorite past time."
"oh yeah, i bet it is." i nod my head sarcastically.
"hey are you busy after this?" i mumble a soft 'no'. "okay great, i'm taking you to this party with me, you could use it after the events from today. my buddy pete's throwing it, he goes to the university of texas, and he always throws these parties at his frat house. i promise, it'll be fun."
"isn't ut in austin? that's like an hour away. how will i get home?," i throw all these questions in his direction. i was skeptical about going to a party in a different city without warning my parents. they weren't too keen on parties, since the last time i went to one, it resulted in me getting a black eye and a busted lip. they also weren't fond of the idea of me hanging out with college kids and getting into alcohol.
"dude, calm down. take a deep breath and chill real quick." i do as i was told and keep my mouth shut. "i wont let anything bad happen to you i swear, i- i just want you to do something to take your mind off of everything from today. i don't think you were high enough to get through all this bullshit. i think that maybe this party will be sort of a getaway from that."
"i'm not exactly your best friend, the only time we talk is in mr. johnson's class when i'm laughing at an immature joke you made. what makes you think i'd trust you to take care of me for a night?" and it was true. i didn't know dallon extremely well, just from the few times we talked, but he was right in a way, taking my mind away from this could be helpful right now. he chuckles. "i know i'm the last person you'd think about putting your hopes and dreams into, but i'm just trying to help."
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