Sardonic Humanism

Greetings

The night appeared quicker than anticipated. The time was 11:27, an hour after my mother went to bed. I stood by the door of my house as Simon held me in his arms saying our usual goodbye's. We never did this with our mother simply because she wouldn't allow it; watching her son go off for months doing "sinful" things. "We have done this so many times I feel as though I've finally gotten use to it" I pout shamefully. "I know. If I didn't have to do it I wouldn't" Simon said parting from me. "Right" I sighed. "I love you, I gotta go" Simon said in sudden rush. He layed his hand on my cheek burning me with his eyes as if this was the last time he would be able to and quickly rushed to his car, I once again, heavily sighed. "Love you too" I shouted in a slight whisper. I heard his car door shut and his engine rev followed by his bright headlights. I watched him for what seemed like the hundredth time, drive away.

School was, once again, the bottomless pit of misery that it was. Class past without meaning and seemed to last only minutes. They say time only flies when you're having fun although without Simon it was the opposite. My fourth period lasted the longest, only because I was anxious to get to lunch and find Vegas since she always welcomed me to have lunch with her when Simon would leave. I couldn't focus on anything. I was never like this, not even after Simon would leave. Something more. Finally the fourth bell rang and I left without shedding a single second. The halls were scarce of people so I sprinted to Mr. Vogs room before he dismissed the class. Just as I was about to take a left turn I veered towards the classroom doors knowing that any second one could open and quite possibly knock me out; and gosh be darn call me a psychic with precognitiouse abilities. The last door flung open and out walked a familiar face. I ran into him and the door then slowly fell to the ground. I had to admit it, I was laughing at myself out of pure shame and humiliation as the entire class looked at me and the familiar faced kid I ran into. I was surprised the door didn't snap in half after the impact. I stood up and looked at the kid realizing he had black hair. My heart froze. The black hair shook and the face belonging looked up sending my body limp. "What the actual Hell just happened?" Seven asked with an ongoing giggle calming my nerves. I lended my hand down for him to grab and pulled so that he was standing along with me. "So that's why they tell you not to run in the halls" I said with sarcastic realization and gave an awkward laugh. Seven's eyes pierced into mine as he chuckled. "Lunch" I reminded myself and held my Index finger up pointed towards Mr. Vogs classroom still wanting to find Vegas. Seven looked up at my finger and turned it, pointing it the opposite direction. "Cafeteria is this way, I do believe you owe me" Seven smiled again, probably waiting for me to ask him what he meant. "Owe you?" I asked slightly annoyed but internally thanking myself for running in the halls. Seven knelt down and picked up a coventry grey colored beanie and wiped of whatever floor materials the soft cotton had picked up. "Quinn is it? I could have died, at the speed you were going if you were coming from a slightly different angle I could have hit my head against the door handle and gone into epileptic shock, without quick enough reflexes on the dial of 911 my brain could have suffered tremendous casualties sending it to shut down along with the rest of my vital organs, lets say for example my heart which I need in order to live." Seven said all in one breath. "You also need oxygen to live" I snap back making myself laugh. "Are you gonna come?" Seven asked.
"Only if I can ask about what happened that night" I pushed hoping he wouldn't be disgusted with my request. Seven stared at me sending my stomach down a bottomless pit. "Deal" he finally said with a grin.