Misunderstood

Chapter 2

“Alright Rebel what will it be today? Photography or the Art room?” Zeth closed his locker and awaited my answer. My locker was slammed shut and Zeth pulled me to the side so both of us were face to beautiful face with the most well known teenager in our school. Riley Summers aka the head cheerleader, also one of the most beautiful girls you will ever meet in your life.

Riley and I go way back, as in we have known each other since Elementary school; and believe it or not at one point in time we were inseparable. As the years went by I met knew kids as did she and we got into different things… she pierced her belly button and I got my nose ring. She started working out and got into cheerleading having a model ready body, while I sat and painted or took pictures listening to my music.

As if our drift wasn’t already pretty hard for me she became one of my number one tormenters. Tripped me in the hallway a few times, made fun of the way I dressed, called me an ugly loser. Never once did I stand up for myself; I thought that if I were to look into her eyes I would see a hint of sympathy, but I never saw that. I saw one thing and it was like a swirl of heartbreak, in her eyes were hatred and vengeance… only I haven’t the slightest idea what I ever did.

“Oh, Hello Rebel nice skirt…. Although it doesn’t do any justice to your ashy knees… its okay, just make sure their exposed when your awful music is playing. The ash will jump right off from pure fright.” I looked at Zeth and smiled anyway.

“Art class today.” Zeth looked up from his phone and looked Riley up and down from her long black wavy hair to her all white pumps. “Sorry, we aren’t interested in paying… we just don’t do prostitution.” I bite down on my tongue and we walked away from the cheerleader, with her completely baffled.

“Hey Daring, you sure you don’t wanna hang with your friends?” the thought went through my mind and was kicked away by the head guy in charge up there. So I think that’s his way of saying ‘Hell no.’ Its not like I hate my friends or anything, because I don’t… in fact I would do anything for them. Although sometimes I think they are just in it for the money; since my family is rich and all I go to concerts a lot… need I go on?

“No, I’m avoiding them until after the Sleeping With Sirens concert… Cause that is gunna be me and you. If they find out that I’m taking you they will throw a fit saying I like you more; causing chaos and me being a loner.” He nodded and placed a hand on my upper back… his way of saying ‘I feel for you.’

“Hey Z, I forgot to tell you… my parents just sent out an application for Harvard yesterday. I told them I was still thinking and my mom went on and on about how I am just confused and tired so I went to bed.”

Senior year is hard and all but with my parents talking about College already is really stressing. Zeth and I keep telling ourselves and each other that we will tell our parents we are leaving after are last year of high school but if we did… we wouldn’t be loved by them anymore. I know that thought seems farfetched but it is true. Its be a team player or be kicked off the team. “Don’t worry, daddy and mommy,” Zeth’s tone was sarcastic and annoyed. “Bought me a pair of hand cuffs and already bookmarked a bunch of enforcement readiness camps on our laptop.” We made it into the small art room and I grabbed my movie poster sized canvas out of the student’s cabinet.

“What are we gunna do when we tell our parents we aren’t going to college… or pursuing their future for us.” Zeth walked over to the work desk and set down two packs of charcoal allowing me to open up the first pack. I finished the last pack last week, finishing up my portrait of me in my favorite dark blue skater skirt and a black Sleeping With Sirens shirt and some leather combat boots.

“I have an Idea Daring… but its gunna make them more disappointed than ever… but we wont be there to see their faces.”

“Go ahead Z.” I sat down on the table and waited for him to speak.