Hey There, Delilah

Ch3 •Tumbling over Thoughts•

Instead of falling asleep in class, it seemed as though I was drunk. My classmates also wobbled to their seats, and talked with slurring sentences. The only difference was that I was running on three hours of sleep, and they were running on three hits of Heroine. I wiggled out of my seat, and stood by the board. Delilah was collected and quiet, and I was drawing Tic Tac toe with myself on the whiteboard. She snapped her fingers at me, and began presenting. Once I had lost to myself in Tic Tac Toe, I saw the slide number appear on the board. She was moving right along, and acted like this was her doing. I began to feel taken advantage of, and couldn't fathom that Delilah would do something so conniving to her best friend. I took my turn at presenting, and hip checked her to the side. "SO. THIS is MY PROJECT. I SPENT...." A fluff came in front of my face, and grabbed my focus. Delilah snatched it out of the air, and proceeded to continue to slide 5. "HEY! I WASN'T DONE YET." Whether it was my body pumping in everything possible to keep me awake, or the random burst of hyperactivity, it still lead me to body slam Delilah. Delilah dusted up all the dead skin, and bugs with her skirt, and exposed spandex. 

She laid there with a ghostly complexion, and I could see slight pink pigment fill in her cheeks. "Help me up. Now." She talked slowly, and ended rigidly. She power walked to the bathroom, and covered her chalky skirt with her hands. I didn't look away until she left the room. The humiliation and indiscretion caused my head to throb. The teacher pulled up the next group's powerpoint, and the class became muffled. The presentations that followed did not cover the topics he assigned us. Trump Conspiracy Theories were my favorite, and there was the "How other mammals give birth" one as well. The photos were graphic, but I didn't know that giraffes basically shit their kids out. Everyone hung out for the last ten minutes before the bell. I packed up my binder, but Delilah still had not returned. 

The bell rang just as I clicked shuffle. I walked swiftly through the hallway, and began to feel cold when the Gym became apparent. I braced myself for anything, but felt my lungs deflate when dodge ball was announced. I entered the locker room, and did my best to stall. Everyone had been waiting for me, and the coach barged in. "LET'S GO COOPER, WE DON'T GOT ALL DAY!" 

I nodded with slight movements, and began to tie my shoes. The balls began to cover my area, and with every pounding hit I felt like a little part of me was dying "ALRIGHT GUYS, EXCELLENT GAME. NOW FOR VOLLEYBALL." More balls included, and more rattling feelings. I laid there contemplating my life, and how for the first time in forever, I would actually rather be at home than here. I picked my dense body up off the ground. The fabric slurped as the sweat and a little pee stuck to my meatless bones. Luckily we were allowed to go to the locker room to get readjusted, and I used this time to take in as much of the AX as possible to take the attention away from the other smells lingering. My feet became heavy as the net was being set up, and my heart began to race to a speed that caused my whole body to shake.

With every little thing causing my heart to race, I didn't ever think I would be so shaken from Volley Ball. Luckily coach allowed me to sit out, and the only reason was he was nervous the ambulance would have to come by our school. He kept a close eye on me, and the long intense eye contact just made me more uneasy. "I'm fine coach." My voice flattened as a I spoke, and the words barely reached the net. My shirt raised with every pounding heartbeat. Coach allowed me to miss out on team sports, and gave me a pass so I could go home. I tried my best to mount my bike, but even though my heart slowed, my hands were still unsteady. I called Delilah, and she missed her tutoring to help get my bike back home.

"Sorry you missed math tutoring." My voice gained back strength and I finally felt alright. "Are you kiddin?!" I was almost crying with joy when they told me you needed assistance. I was freed from awkward glances from freshman, and creepy squinted stares from seniors." "They all want you. men know what they like." I gave her my best imitation of the stares, and even a "sexy" glance. I even shot her some finger guns to let her know I wasn't someone to mess with. She put up her arms, and with that, the bike clashed to the street. Surprisingly, it didn't break into several pieces again, and we closed in on my street. "So....." The air became clouded with thoughts of her moving, and sadness came pouring in around us. With the small tears that ran down her face, caused some deep and troubling ideas to pop in my mind.