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chapter two;
hickeys
carrison losst
i quickly made my way down to my forth hour class, which happened to be english where i was working on an essay i'd probably fail even if i actually got it turned in. this happened to be one of my least favorite classes-not that i like any of my classes, but i just hated this one more than the others. just because i shared it with a certain person. someone i wasn't very fond of.
soon enough i made my way to class with only a few minutes of passing time left. i stepped into class to see wyatt in his assigned seat, that was right next to mine. if it were up to me, i would switch hours, but unfortunately, it isn't allowed after the second week of school. i caught wyatt glaring at me as i made my way to my seat, i simply rolled my eyes and returned the favor with a 'friendly' hand gesture. wyatt only glared harder. i sat down in my seat and set my backpack down, which i had retrieved on my way to class. i always kept it in my locker during third hour unless i planned on skipping the rest of the day.
ms. kane walked into the classroom a scowl on her face. she wasn't one of those teachers who became a teacher because it was her passion, but because they have a decent salary; decent enough for someone who was divorced. she began to drone on about how she wanted us to write a research paper about a poet of our choice. i only drowned her out; there was no point in listening to her. in the corner of my eye, i saw wyatt staring at me with a smirk. i looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. his eyes looked up from my neck to my eyes. the smirk never left his face.
"nice hickeys, whore. who gave you them?" he asked smugly. i smirked at him. "your mom gave me them, but you should see her. she probably won't be walking for the next week." i replied harshly. he glared at me.
"they can't be from my mom because she's not a slag like you." he spat with a sinister grin. i rolled my eyes. he wasn't clever, i've been called worse. "that all you've got?" i teased. wyatt scoffed and turned back towards the teacher.
i wasn't going to let him get to me. after all his opinion doesn't matter to me. i pulled my phone out of my jacket's pocket and pressed the home button. the teacher was currently on her desktop computer most likely on pinterest or facebook, so she was too 'busy' to notice me on my phone; not that she'd care. i pulled up my messages and texted sadie and millie.
me
wanna come over to mine tonight? i've got a couple joints left from last weekend
sadie
hell yeah
millie
sure i just have to tell my mom that we're studying together.
oh and i need help on the homework in algebra
me
what's the point in doing the homework if the teacher's still going to fail you
sadie
millie does the homework because she doesn't want to fail all of her classes like you are
millie
exactly if i was my mom wouldn't let me hang out with you guys
me
fair point
sadie
i saw you and wyatt arguing on my way to advisory.
what the hell was that about?
me
he wanted to call me out on stealing my mom's cigarettes,
and skipping class
millie
wyatt's a jerk
me
i skipped advisory with finn,
and he may or may not have left a few hickeys on my neck
wyatt, of course, wanted to point that out too when i got to fourth hour
sadie
he needs to keep his nose out of your business
me
damn right
if he doesn't back the fuck up i'm gonna shove my foot down is throat
millie
i gotta go the teacher's almost caught me with my phone
sadie
bye
i gotta go too
i have a paper to write
me
bye see you tonight
i slid my phone back into my pocket and pulled my laptop out of my bag. it wasn't anything special the same simple black dell chromebook every other student had. most students would most likely be doing shakespeare, but i'm going to do my paper on adolfo vásquez. i don't know much about poetry, and i don't like it, but after researching a few poems stood out to me. one being a poem by adolfo vásquez. it really made me think about what i could be without the things i do. it's not gonna change who i am, but it gave me hope. hope for the future.
but none of that mattered. it won't change me. i don't need to change. i'm fine the way i am. completely fine.
a/n
here's a fairly shitty chapter:) don't forget to comment and vote. i appreciate it very much!
published february 10th, 2018
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