The Last Lyric•Tupac•

Chapter 4-You Think Of Me?

~unedited~

The rush of the school students let me know that it is indeed Thursday and tomorrow was Friday, which meant another weekend to get through. I honestly don't know if I like being at school better, or stuck in a quiet house with my father. I haven't seen Lance since he ditched me at the party two days ago and I was relieved but sad at the same time. I had went by the library a few times to see if I'd catch him, give him a piece of my mind, but to no avail. I just wanted to ask him what was wrong. Maybe he got sick and left early, but he could have let me know.

School is still a breeze for me and I wouldn't have anything to complain about if it weren't for the unfriendly glares I got from the girls and the icy stares I got from Pac. We only have three classes together, but I guess that's not enough for him. I've kept up with my button downs and jeans and I can tell it makes him wonder, why I've suddenly changed my sense of style but I don't care. My mission to pretend he doesn't exist was still in motion and I was not about to break again.

My shoulders sag once I step outside, because the wind is blowing hard and it's raining, causing the snow to melt away a little. My cheeks are turning red. Charles hasn't pulled up yet. I hold my book close to my chest like it would provide some type of warmth. He's never really been late before and I think maybe he just forgot for a second or had to run some errands.

My hope vanishes once the front of the school starts clearing out drastically and I'm left standing there. I'm sure I look a mess, the harsh wind blowing my now wet hair in every direction and red blotches on my face.

It starts raining a lot harder than before and I sigh, biting my lip as I look down the street. I could walk, but then again I don't know my way home like I should and I mentally curse at myself. I need to start paying attention on the rides to and from school. An all black car that I've become too familiar with pulls up in front of the school and I pretend to ignore it, continuing my stare down the street. I hear the window as it lowers but still don't look inside. Aleah hadn't come to school today and I feel like I haven't seen her in forever, but that didn't stop her arrogant brother from coming.

"Is you gone get in or what man?" The aggravated voice of Pac rings through my ears and I sigh again. After two days of blissful silence I almost forgot how annoyingly hostile his voice is. I'm fighting the urge to tell him to go away and that I don't need his help, but I'll just look like a fool because I do at the moment.

"Why would I get in the car with you? You said it wasn't your job to give me rides, right?" I have to yell over the rain and thunder now, cold condensation coming from my mouth. I hated cold weather now and found myself daydreaming of moving to an always-warm place when I'm eighteen. He tears his eyes away from me, looking straight ahead for a moment then back at me. I can see his chest heaving from here and it makes me dig my finger nails into the flesh of my hand. He's always so angry and I don't feel like being around that right now.

"Just get in the fucking car!" His fist slams against the steering wheel and I jump.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I shout back because I really am curious. Every time I think I have our situation under control he proves me wrong. Whenever I try to ignore him it's like a tether, pulling me back and forcing me to interact with him.

"Just get in!" He shoves the passenger door open harshly and another crack of thunder scurries me inside. I close the door gracefully and relish in the warmth of the car. I don't understand why he wouldn't just leave me out there, I for sure thought he would've. But maybe I should be thankful that I don't have to find my way home and probably get hypothermia on the way. He's already pulling off before I can get a word out and I hold my wet books in my lap, glancing over at him from time to time.