Pitch Fiction

Socks

Jason looked through his drawer. Again only one pair as it always is at the end of the week. He fumbled his hands through one of his socks as he watched them come out the other side.

"Great another set ruined by the wash"

The fact that his socks constantly gotten ruined by the washer wasn't the quality of the socks but that the washer ate up his socks and his socks only. This was annoying. Every week on Friday Jason would leave the house one toe on each foot sticking out of his socks. He got used to the feeling of his bare toes touching the fabric inside his boots. 

Jason can't understand why it's just him that has sock problems like this. A point in time Jason would try and wear socks that were not his and would simply put on another pair, however; Jason can never avoid his predicament. As soon as Jason puts on his boots over his feet a toe would stick through and rub against the fabric rubber that lines the top of his steel toes. In the end Jason had to deal with more socks with holes, so he just gave up and let this horrible curse take control of the quality of his socks.

As Jason walked into his school at 9:15 AM, late as normal he could feel his big toe stub when he tripped at the curb of the school driveway. As Jason walked through the front doors he could smell the disgusting scent of teenage stench. Jason was convinced that none of the teachers could smell it all and if they do or could at one point they're just ignoring it. Just an average day. He walked up to the front desk per usual and pressed the bell; he waited as the secretary saw him.

"Late again I see Mr. Jason." She spoke sternly

"Yes Mrs. Flatley, I'm working on my sleeping miss." Jason mumbled

Jason walked into his second class. The fact that he was doing half a year of math in the last term of the school year was annoying to Jason. He didn't see the point in doing a whole math class in a two school year period. What was the point? Jason looked into the classroom from the windows on the other side of the hallway. Sometimes Jason forgets what he is doing with his education. At a few points Jason considered leaving, and it wasn't sorely because of how school has been going. 

Jason looked through the window on the door. He saw a girl who he had a falling out with recently. His toes rubbed against the hood of his steel toe boots, he remembered that his socks had been torn. Jason imagined his socks being his relationships with people. A relationship is like a pair of socks. It doesn't matter what kind of relationship it is but once you've worn them enough and thrown them around they wear out. Like his socks Jason wore this relationship out.

He brushed pass her as she got up to get a calculator from the wall sleeves, her smell reminded him of everything that used to be. Jason can't remember what exactly pushed everything to fall off the edge but what he does know is that he helped push it. Somethings aren't meant to be easy and this feeling was getting to him more and more.

"Hey class, look who decided to show up this morning!" Jason's math teacher Mr. Micheal remarked

"Yeah, yeah look here I'm here take a good look." Jason mumbled

He stumbled toward the back where he normally sat and dumped his stuff down by the chair. It's hard to say that. This was normal now and unsurprisingly Jason didn't care anymore about the state of his education, he was drained from everything. A person can only take so much in three years, a person can only handle so much shit before everything starts crumbling down on top of their ambitions and dreams.

Jason looked across the room and spotted her sitting and looking down at the desk. He knew she was thinking about him, he knew that he's been on her mind all the time since that day. Jason wasn't ready to be okay with what happened. He felt the bottom of his right toe scuff the worn soles of his boots. He just wasn't okay with how the past few months have went.

The next class was the worse. A chill went up his spine as the holes in his socks got looser with every flex of his feet. Jason looked from the spaces in between his long hair. She stared right at his back. He made eye contact with her full knowing she couldn't see his eyes through his hair. Jason's socks tightened the more irritated he got. He flipped through the messages from the previous night. They angered him so much, his fists clenched with annoyance.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have lied to me things would have been different." Jason yelled in his head "Maybe if you wouldn't have wasted my time and respected when I said I was lost and confused instead of running back to the person you said hurt you the most. That's what angered me. That's why I said what I said. Why don't you understand?"