Hellgate High

Chapter Four

After the long depressing hours of first through fifth period, I went to lunch. I walked past Alex's table just to show him I didn't care. Even though I cared a lot. He definitely stared at me, right? I'm sure he did.

"Hey nerd!"

I turned around and it was Alex

"What do you want?"

He walked up to me and said

"I'm really sorry about this morning I just can't be seen being myself around my friends. The school would practically disown me."

"Ok so you're pretending to be an awful person who hates everyone except his friends to look cool. And in the process of doing this you hurt my feelings to the point where I cried for five hours. Sounds fun."

"Yeah, I'm sorry"

"Sure."

I walked away and went to my table and started to cry again. The people at the table looked at me as if human emotion was some sort of alien technology.

"What are you looking at?"

"It talks!?"

"Haha, very funny. What do you want?"

"Wanna joint?"

"What the fuck, no. This is the first time we've talked and you're offering me weed."

"Yeah pretty much."

"Well, no I don't want a point"

"Point?"

"You know what I mean"

"Well if you change your mind and want to feel better, you know where to find us."

I got up and went to the bathroom. I locked myself in the stall and just sat there. I heard someone walk in so I pulled my feet onto the seat.

"Jack, I know you're in there."

"What do you want Alex."

I could see the end of his ripped black jeans and his black converse under the door. He leaned on the door and looked through the crack.

"I could've been using the bathroom."

"I would've seen you're feet, now come out."

"Why would I, so you can fuck with my head again?"

"No, I want to make up with you."

"Why don't you go make up with Britany?"

"Look man I'm sorry, I just have a reputation around here. I can't ruin it now."

"Nice to know."

"Ok well if you want to talk I'm leaving my number on the sink, I'm sorry."

He left and went back to his dumbass friends. I unlocked the door and went to the sink. Sure enough there was a piece of paper that had numbers on it.

The bell rang so I went on to finish my day. I slept through the next two hours so it went by pretty fast. After the dismissal bell rang I walked back home alone. While I was walking I put his number in my phone, even though I knew I would regret it. I walked in the front door and saw my mom smoking weed, as usual.

She was wearing her purple silk robe over a shirt that said "kiss my bass" and a pair of pajama shorts that were white with pink polka dots, oh and don't forget the slippers that looked like otters cuddling. Her wrinkled face and blue eyes were almost covered with her short frizzy brown hair.

"Sup loser, how was school?"

"Love you too mom, it was fine."

"Fine?"

"Yep."

"Sure bout that?"

"Yep."

"Mmhm, well don't forget to do your homework."

"Sure thing mom."

I walked back to my room and dropped my bag. I looked in the mirror in front of my bed and just kinda stared at myself. My short brown hair was very messed up and my face looked pissed off as usual. My grey eyes were practically red from crying and the color on my cheeks was just returning to the normal, tan color.

I turned around to get in my bed, but I turned my head. In the corner of my eye I saw that the back of my favorite sweater was completely torn.

There was just a huge tear right down the middle, no biggie right? Sure, well I started to bawl my eyes out and got in my bed. I was ready to sleep for three days.