Rejects

Chapter Eighteen - Bad Day

It's Friday. Fridays are supposed to be good days, right? Well I haven't been awake for three hours and I already know this one's going to shit. So far the only good thing that's happened today is I woke up on time. But after that...no one knew it was gonna rain today. We were not informed. But of course as soon as Mikey and I reach the end of the block on our way to school it started pouring. We were gonna go back and get coats, but we realized that if we did we would be late to school, so, being the stupid people we are, we decided to just run the rest of the way. I tripped and fell into a puddle. Being completely soaked, I had to go back home and change. Mikey came with me so he could get a coat and dry clothes as well.

So we got home, turns out Mom had just left, the door was locked so I went to get my spare keys, except...I forgot them inside. I turned to Mikey, who usually has his keys on a chain attached to his backpack, of course until he said he lost his a few days ago. So we were locked out of the house, soaking wet, and going to be late for school. Once we finally got to school, we both spend the rest first period in the bathroom under the hand dryers trying to dry ourselves off.

So that's been my morning, I just walked into my science classroom for second period. At least Frank is in this class, I'm definitely gonna be ranting about this to him.

I close my eyes to get some extra rest, after everything that's happened I need it, and I'm just about to drift off when, "Hey Gee! How's your morning? Glad it's Friday? I know I am, I'm fucking tired of school. I can't wait for it to be over."

My eyes shoot open and I look up and see Frank standing next to me, dropping his things on the floor and sitting down. I sigh and rub my face. "Honestly I've had a shit morning, what about you?"

His face takes on a concerned expression and he asks, "What's been so shit about it?"

"What hasn't been?" I groan, "Mikey and I both got drenched on the way to school, and got locked out of our house, and couldn't change our clothes, and missed first period, honestly if this rain doesn't stop soon I think I'm gonna go insane."

Frank laughs and I glare at him. "I'm pretty sure you already partly are." When I only continue glaring at him he sighs and says, "Well, it sucks to be you two." "Yeah, it does." I reply, leaning back in my desk chair. "Oh come on, suck it up and be a little happier, I don't like you being gloomy. Your no fun." I glance at him and the edges of my lips curve into a smile. "See? You're a lot prettier when you don't look depressed."

This comment makes my cheeks heat up and I immediately look down at my desk and begin to fiddle with my hands. I can practically feel Frank smirking at me when the teacher walks in and everyone turns their heads to him as class begins.

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Fourth period history all by myself, this is by far my least favorite class. I remember at the beginning of the year, Frank and I skipped a little bit of class to talk in the bathroom. He kissed me then, didn't he? It was so quick, so casual, it was like he didn't care. Like he didn't know how confusing his actions were to me.

Am I supposed to know exactly what everything he does means? Maybe if I were a normal kid, someone who's been a part of society their whole life, maybe then I wouldn't be as confused. Maybe Frank doesn't know that he confuses me, maybe he doesn't know just how much being suddenly thrown into the real world has affected me.

I wanna go meet him again, maybe I could ask the teacher to go if I can go to the bathroom and text him to meet me. I'm about to raise my hand when the teacher, Mr. Taylor, walks around handing out a sheet of paper.

"Class," He says, "Here's a quick pop quiz to see if any of you have actually been paying attention. Don't worry, it's not a big grade, just a regular classwork assignment, but I still suggest you try your best. Report cards are coming up soon and they have a comment section."