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PROBLEM XXXIII |I Learnt The Hard Way
Ryan said he needed help. Ryan called me at 5 AM in the morning—Yes, an ungodly hour, and asked me to meet him in the parking lot of LakeVille High. For what? I was snoring halfway on the phone. I’d been unable to sleep after that. Yes, I dozed off on the phone, but Ryan yelled and I got startled awake. After that I had tossed and turned, and realized that my sleep had already bid me it’s goodbyes.
And I miss it.
When I entered LakeVille High, something didn’t feel right. It may have been the fact that people stared at me like crazy. Or the fact that they whispered like crazy. Or the fact that they gave me looks I did not want especially from a girl, like crazy. Walking through the hallways today felt more uncomfortable than a tampon shoved in my vagina. And that says something because that is uncomfortable as hell.
I also went to the parking lot. I waited for Ryan to come, and he didn’t. My blood had boiled for reasons that he had interrupted my good night’s sleep for nothing at all. Apparently it was not even important enough for him to show up on time to meet me. Or at least meet me. Period.
I was grumpy and I was walking down the hallway when suddenly I was pulled away into an empty classroom. “Ryan Smith, I swear if you—”
“It’s me.” The voice corrected. It was Houston. I furrowed my brows at him. Why would he pull me into an empty room? “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. What happened to me?”
“You haven’t seen it yet?” He gaped at me. I looked back, confused, Seen what?
Houston looked at me, trying to say something. He was completely hesitated, fiddling with his fingers and the hem of his shirt. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes held so many emotions I couldn't figure out.
“You know the projector we have in our homeroom...” He started, I nodded in anticipation, telling him to continue. “Well, someone played a—”
The door opened, and thus the class wasn’t so empty anymore. A boy entered, a freshman, I assume. He looked at me up and down, and whistled. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I held onto Houston’s hand for reassurance.
