Time Bomb - M.C

Time Bomb

Prologue

Peyton.

"You're leaving?" Joey stands in front of me; his chest bumping mine so that I move backwards. His action is his way of coping with things and by the look on his face I can tell he is as upset with my parents decision as I am. 

"I don't have a choice Joe" I comment and push him away from me; looking to Rebecca for help. The smoke from her cigarette swirled above her head and circled the air around her. She held her hand out for me; placing the lit cig in my hand to take. 

"That's bullshit Pey!" Joey's voice broke in outrage - Dan removing himself from his usual stool to keep Joe from punching something. 

"He's right; you're our smooth criminal - how do you expect us to survive without you?" Kaya  stepped out from the shadows she usual hid in from the sun. Her pale complexion didn't last long in the heat before her skin got irritated. 

I took a deep drag from the lit bud still in my hands; not wanting to responde to any of them. I let my eyes scan our signiture alley - Junky territory written in bold letters along the side of the burnt down building providing us our barrier. I don't want to leave; fuck. 

"Look I don't know okay? I really don't" I shake my head letting the smoke from my mouth run wild in the wind. 

"Pey, you got your camera here?" Becca stepped forward, stealing my smoke in the process. 

"Yeah of course" I grab the photography camera I had recieved from Christmas out of my bag and opened the lens to make sure the battery was alright. 

"You can't go out without a bang. Let's make some memories!" Her voice echoes through out the abandoned alley claimed as our second home. We all roared (not literally) in appreciation  as Kaya pulled out two liquor bottles full to the brim. 

"Cheers to us." I smile while twisting the cap off our bottle of vodka. With a desperate smile I hold up the bottle before chucking endlessly to lessen the pain that leaving these guys would cause me.

Michael.

"Bullshit!" I yell in aggression. Our bitch super visor seemed more than unpleased with the outburst my voice made but who gives a shit. She was fed some stupid ass story by some fresh men that swore they saw me push this elderly teacher over resulting in her being emmited to the hospital and of course she won't listen to my reasoning. Okay I may had pushed an old lady but she started it!

"Mr. Clifford contain yourself" She tries desperately to sound scary but fails with her miserable attempt. 

"Contain myself? You're trying to suspend me for something clearly not my fault" I latch my eyes with hers; seeing the uneasiness that comes with my glare. 

"You are off the rails Michael! I will not stand for it in my school" She stands to show authority - a method that offends me. How dare she think she is so supreme because she owns a fucking school; it's a school! Ninety percent of the students here hate this building and the other ten percent are just nerds high off the idea that if they get good grades nothing bad in life with come their way. 

"Fuck" I curse, turning my back from her before I push her over too. The look on my dads face when I tell him I got suspended is going to hurt probably more than the words that come out of his mouth after wards. If he even says anything. He's drinken to the point where he barely even pays attention to what I do anymore. 

"Michael" I can tell she moves towards me which instantly pisses me off. I don't want or need her comfort. 

"I'm leaving" I push her hand off my shoulder; her affectionate behavior towards me causing me to grow sick. She doesn't respond, only sits back in her high chair and waits for me to leave - which I gladly do. 

As soon as the doors of the school are closed behind me I shift out my phone and diall Ashton immediately. Truley he is the only person I can stand talking to for more than ten minutes usually; and he's the only person who will put up with my sarcastic remarks and bad attempt at perverted jokes. 

"Ashton buddy" I sigh into the phone as soon as he picks up. "We're getting trashed".