Alone [G.D]

~10~

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, as I reread the math problem, once again. "There's no way that an area can be a negative number." I mumble to myself, as I erase the wrong answer. 
Knock. Knock. I look up from my homework, as my mom opens my room door. "Yes?" She sits herself down on my bed, and makes herself comfortable before speaking.
"I'm leaving for a week tomorrow." My mom says, as she picks at her short nails.
"What!" I say in surprise, as I put my pencil down. 
"It's for work." She rolls her eyes. "The Dolans will take care of you." She says.
"No, I can take care of myself. I'm seventeen years old." I state.

"They're just going to check in once in awhile. They ain't gonna stay here, and you ain't staying over there with that boy of their's." Her eyes lock onto mine.
"Mom, I don't even like him, so you can calm down." I say. "He's actually so mean, so don't expect anything to happen between us." I say, as I shake my head. Liar.
"That's good to hear, well, I just wanted to let you know." My mom says, as she pushes herself off of the bed. "I'm gonna go pack now." With that, she left my room, slamming the door behind her. Home alone? For a week? Doesn't sound too bad.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, as Mr. Vazquez gives a lesson over U.S. History. I take one quick glance at the teacher before, slipping my phone out of my pocket. 
One Unread Message: Mom
I open the message, and quickly scan through it, not wanting to get caught.

Mom: You're doctor's appointment is on Saturday, ask Lisa to take you.
Me: For my back?
Mom: Yeah.

I stuck my phone back in my pocket, and looked back up to the lesson plans. I look at my teacher, and he looks completely clueless that I was on my phone. Thank god.

Lunch, finally, I'm starving. I quickly walk down the hall, my stomach grumbling, and students flooding the cafeteria or outside. I stop at my locker to put some textbooks in it.
"Please." I heard a girl plead, as I turn my head to see where the noise was coming from. A few lockers down, a girl, who I haven't seen before, had her back pressed up against the lockers, as her arms hung loosely over Grayson's shoulders. His hands gripping her waist, as if he needed her. I knew he was playing me. I put my textbooks into my locker, and slammed it closed, gaining both of their attention. "You rat, calm down." The girl says, as she rolls her eyes.
Grayson drops his hands, and walks towards the cafeteria, leaving the girl standing alone. "Look, your looks scared him away." She spat, as she pushed herself off of the lockers. I gently shook my head, as tears welled up in my eyes. 

I made a full turn, and headed straight to the library. I sat myself at a small table in the corner, as I laid my head in my arms. Grayson is full of shit, and I'm full of shit for just believing him. I'm better then this. I let my guard down just a little, and he does this. I heavily sigh into my arms, as I try to keep the tears from streaming down my face. My stomach grumbled, as I continued to lay there. 
"Here." The sound of plastic crumbling scared me.
"Grayson, go away." I mumble, as I keep my head down. I'm not going to make this stupid mistake with him ever.
"But you're hungry so I brought you food."
"I have food, so no thanks." I say, as I push whatever he gave me away from my arms.
Grayson pulls up a chair, and sits across from me. "Jealous?" He asks.

I lift my head up, as I narrow my eyes at him. "Of who? That girl who seemed to be in love with you? Nope." I say, shaking my head. "You aren't my type anyways." I lie.
He smiles, as he opens the bag of chips he was planning on giving me. "I'm not your type, huh? Then what is it? Tell me, I'd love to know." He says, as he sticks a chip in his mouth, making a loud crunching noise.
I rest my chin on my hand, as I think of my perfect guy. "He's have to be sweet, funny, kind, generous, selfless, and he'd have to be able to take my sarcasm." I say.
"Those are some good standards. I hope you find someone just like that someday."Grayson says.
I scrunch up my face in confusion. "Are you okay? You have some mad mood swings." I say chuckling.
"And you do as well." He says, as he starts to laugh.
"No I don't!" I say defensively, as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Fine, if you don't, then I don't." He says.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, as I stare at Grayson in confusion. He definitely has mad mood swings. "Don't you have friends to be eating lunch with?" I ask.
He nods his head. "I'm eating with my friend right now." He says smiling.
I shake my head, as a small smile spreads across my face. "I'm not your friend, because I know you'd rather die, then be seen like this with me." I say.
"I wouldn't rather die." He says, as he gently pushes my arm, and I snatch my arm away.
"Yes, you would." I say.
"Madi."