The most uneventful part of my day ends at 3:30. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I actually go to school. Considering I still go to parties, flirt with our neighbour and have maintained keeping a best friend, I'd say I do pretty good at it, too. I learned the secret of high school earlier than everyone else, too, which is helpful. Basically just take notes about everything. Absolutely everything. Instructions, assignments, rules, anything you read, everything. It helps. And it makes the other students worry what I'm taking notes about so they think I'm smart.
"Hey, Ebby," I hear whispered from behind me. Oh, fun. Here's this convenient situation. I ignore him. "Hey, come on, you're ignoring me now?"
"Gasp, Michael, I was always ignoring you." I turn around in my chair to look at him. "You just talk and I don't say anything, ever notice that? No, probably not since all you pay attention to is yourself."
He nods slowly, "You're still mad."
"Of course I'm still fucking mad."
"That girl's out of the picture, you can let it go now, Eb."
"Cool, so am I." I turn around again just as he opens his mouth. His stupid mouth. And his stupid hair, god wasn't it black last time I checked? Now it's fucking bright red, make up your mind. About hair or girls, whichever you would prefer. The bell rings and I practically slingshot out of my chair getting to the door before he does. But of course, within of seconds he's next to me. "Go away."
"We can't go somewhere to talk about this?"
"No, we can't, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about you, or her, or me, because there's no reason to. Summer's over. And you haven't even fucking said sorry." I walk away from the stunned look on his face, hoping he'll just back off, but of course he doesn't.
"W- She didn't mean anything,"
"Right, and I did?"
"Yes, yes you mean everything to me."
"Fuck off." I roll my eyes. "I don't have time for this."
"Why, replace me already?"
"Well, you sure already replaced me. Not even after we were broken up, huh! You're so good at being a dick, Michael."
"Do you love me or something?" He asks, "Is that why it matters so much to you?"
"No, you asshat, you cheated on me! Blatantly! Giving no fucks about if I saw or not! All that bullshit about liking me, jesus," I close my eyes for a second. "It doesn't matter. I don't fucking care about what you want to do with your life, just leave me out of it." He just stares at me, so I choose to continue. "You're like a tornado, just taking any good thing you can and ripping it up. Maybe not even intentionally, I don't know. But I'm way over there, miles and miles away from where you last ruined everything, and I'm asking you to please not come back."
"O-Okay." He nods. I don't thank him. I shouldn't have to, it's basic decency. I walk home.
-CALUM'S POINT OF VIEW-
"So what, like, jailbait?"
"No," I instantly shake my head. "Don't be stupid. I didn't know she's seventeen before I started liking her."
"Which was when, exactly?" Ashton asks me, handing me a soda.
"When she came back, I guess. I don't know. She just acted so differently when she was comfortable. Like, if she had a reason to do something she'd do it so easily."
"Mm, dirty."
"Shut up," I laugh, "not like that. In like, a smart way.
"You do realise in technological terms the girl is jailbait, yes?" He asks. "She's under eighteen, you're over eighteen. You'd probably jump at the chance to have sex with her if you could."
"She's like a year and a half younger than me, you make it sound like I'm a pervert. Plus, you can't blame me. She's witty and gorgeous. There's nothing to think about there."
"Her parents, probably." He snorts.
"Look, look," I pull him over to the window, "that's her." We awkwardly watch Ebony run her hand through the side of her black hair, flip it over her shoulder, and then unlock the door to her house. "You understand now?"
"Daaammn, man, you have to bone that."
"I swear to god I'll punch you." I roll my eyes, "She's more than her looks. Which yes, is a weird statement for me to use, but god, she's so funny. And she's nice and she really wants to do things with her life. She has it all mapped out."
"Good for you. I'll repeat it in a less crude sense but dude you have to get with her."
