Yep, Sep

Chicanery

September thought of the day ahead of him, and all of the teachers and classmates he didn't like. His classmates, quite frankly, were loquacious, homogeneous, and vacuous. Really, he only had one friend, but the two of them were inseparable. He was pretty sure that if they ever fought and stopped talking, it'd have a deleterious effect on both of them. People probably thought they made a strange pair; the only thing they had in common was that they didn't fit in with the paradigm of the student body, and didn't have any desire to. Where Jules was sanguine, September was lugubrious. But they worked well together and he was grateful he knew her.

They had many of the same classes, but not all the same hours. Jules liked to come up with nicknames for teachers, like Mr. Willesby. He was restless, always walking up and down the aisles, using big, showy gestures. Jules called him Kinetic Ken (his first name), and thought she was so clever for that, because he taught science. He was actually one of the more tolerable teachers. September's history teacher he'll swear was a xenophile, and he was creeped out. He always asked too many questions of the Asians in his grade. The English teacher made pretty much all the people in his class obsequious; they'd probably jump off a cliff if he told them to. He had such an unctuous attitude too. It was disgusting being in his class. September was nearing the end of his high school career, a precipitous part of his life. On one hand, he was glad to be rid of all those obnoxious teachers and classmates. On the other, he didn't really know what he wanted to do.

His phone rang, shaking him out of his stupor. It was probably Jules, probably with one of her epiphanies.

"Yep," he answered impassively.

"Sep! You'll never believe it!"

"And what will I never believe?"

"You and your nihilism don't have to go incognito anymore!"

"Hardy har har. Very funny. And why is that?"

"Because there's no school!"

"Yeeees," he started slowly, "I get that. It's Sunday."

"Stop it! I didn't finish!" She said this in that facetious manner of hers, so he knew she wasn't actually annoyed with him.

"Okay. Go on then."

"I meant like there's no school. Like ever again." He stayed silent, processing that.

"And you're sure this isn't just your chicanery speaking," he finally uttered slowly. She gasped, offended.

"Why would you even accuse me of that? No, of course it isn't. But think about it. We can get jobs and live together, and it'll be great because we're best friends. We can buy plants too, because plants are cute. Wouldn't that be so fun?"

"Yeah," he admitted. It wasn't farfetched. She was bubbly, but she wasn't as unintelligent as people liked to think she was. Her acumen meant she's got top marks. It would also be beneficial if they were to live together, and move out from their parents' houses. It wouldn't be a bad life at all.

But September didn't have much more time to think about their future, because that was when he woke up. He sat up in bed and thoughts of his dream came back to him. Of course it was a dream. Of course. He knew it was too good to be true. Now though, at least he knew for sure it wasn't Jules's chicanery; it was his mind's.