Gray Skies

A New Day

When I got back to the rooftop, Eric had helped me move my clothes and stuff out straight away. He offered to help me move my things, of course I accepted. I didn't want to be around Beth anymore. I always thought that snake was all I had, but I had a Dad... One that actually wanted to be around me. Some part that I thought didn't want anything to do with my parents... But now that he's here I don't know.

He helped me carry everything up to The Rooftop rental that I called my own. Eric felt it appropriate to offer to sign his consent for me to stay. He could tell at the moment that I was still a bit fragile after finding out about everything. I told him he could pick me up from school the next day. We exchanged numbers and he left. I just had a lot rattling around in my head I needed to speak to someone to talk. I checked my phone and it was 2am. Dream and Connor would be fast asleep and I didn't want to disturb them. So I messaged the only person I could think of.

ME: Rebel. Are you awake?

I waited around five minutes and I heard my phone ping.

REBEL: Of course.

Thank God I thought to myself

ME: I'm sorry if I'm bothering you... You can tell me to leave you alone if it is inconvenient.

REBEL: It's never an inconvenience for you Anora.

ME: I needed some help to get my mind of things so I can sleep.

REBEL: Really? You want me to come over and hold you :P

Does he ever stop? Well it actually really doesn't bother me...

ME: Nice try. I think I can hold myself... But I can't lie I'm actually happy you answered my message

REBEL: I'm glad I did too. You seem like you could really use someone to talk to.

He wasn't wrong... But he didn't need to sound like a bad boy, but this was different just as I suspected. He was always nice if you didn't always see him as a bad boy.

ME: You're not wrong.

REBEL: You good to sleep now?

ME: Yeah... Actually I am. Thanks Drake :)

REBEL: Anytime. Goodnight Anora

I actually felt a whole lot better with only a few messages than a whole conversation sometimes. Rebel Drake is really a nice guy if you ignore the rumours. But then I remembered something and quickly sent a message.

ME: Yes.

REBEL: Yes?

ME: Yes. We can hang out at Lunch.

REBEL: Really? You're serious? You're not going to tell me to meet you somewhere then not show up?

ME: No, Drake. That isn't my style. I'll see you at lunch

ME: Goodnight.... or Good Morning which ever you prefer.

REBEL: Either or they mean the same. Good Night Anora

I can't believe I'm saying this, but he's actually really nicer than I thought he would be. Not that I thought he would be mean. I'm just not used to the popular or mainly infamous bad boy wanting to hang out with me. Dream and Connor barely tolerate me. But I slowly drifted to sleep.

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I woke up the next day worried that I had missed training. Until I realised that it was Friday. I was told never to train the day before a game. Not that my shoulder had let up much from a few days ago. It actually felt nice. To wake up somewhere, where you actually knew you were going to enjoy the day. Only a few hours really away from Beth and I felt a lot better. Torn up as shit about how she was lying to me my whole life. But I felt like I had full control of my life again.