We The Wallflowers

four

                      [  lemon tea  ]

I sat up and rubbed my crusty eyes. Vision blurry, I looked around me. I was in a small white room with a table in a corner beside a shelf full of drugs and first aid items. When I looked down I realised I was in a simple white bed.

"I said, you're in my bed."

The dude looked me up and down, clearly uninterested and unimpressed.

I scanned the room again. Yup, this was definitely a nurse office. Not the house of some scowly edgy guy.

"I don't think this is your bed."

I looked up again and found the boy seated at the end of the bed. He was sipping on something in a yellow packet. It had a cute yellow lemon on the packaging. Lemon tea? In a packet?

"Who cares, it's mine." He replied and stared at the wall on our side.

"Why?" I asked. He pinched his nose and sighed. A deep one.

"Reasons. Just shut up."

The dark haired teen had messy hair that stuck out in odd angles, but was clearly rocking the 'just crawled out of bed' bed hair style. I noticed that he had a small but noticeable eyebrow slit above his chocolate brown eyes. He had a dark hoodie on, matching dark jeans and a pair of white Vans.

"Okaaay then." I drawled out.

What a weirdo, I rolled my eyes. I was about to lie back down when I remembered.

Wait what am I doing here?

Oh yeah, I think I found Stella earlier. I mean, she found me. And tackled me. Uh huh, and I probably hit my head or something. Wait, does that mean I'm late for class? Crap I can't have that! It's my first day too...

Despair started to bottle up in my heart.

The time! What's the time?

I read the hands of the clock hung up above a table. 10:09 AM.

Crap, I've already missed a couple of periods!

Panicky, I threw the blankets off me and jumped out of bed.

But I stumbled and collided into the wall in front of me. My head slammed into the concrete wall with a loud thud and I cursed.

Damn, my head is tingling so badly. Please kill me now.

Bringing up a hand to my forehead, I brushed my fingers against the tape and gauze gingerly with a sigh. I hope it isn't a large cut. Hell, it had better not leave a scar .

"Are you drunk or something?" the guy tsked and got up. He had his juice packet in a hand as he gestured over his shoulder at the door across the room.

"Whatever. Just get the hell out."

I bit my lip.

Man, he's such a pain in the ass... An asshole, in fact. Asshole. Yeah, that's a good name for him. And hey, you can't throw me out of a nurse office! You don't even own it, I thought.

Heather used Confrontation!

I crossed my arms across my chest and jutted out my chin, stubborn. "I don't think you own the Nurse Office. Where's the nurse?" The boy in the hoodie frowned and sat back down on the bed.

"Don't know, don't care," he replied, looking anywhere else but me.

It's not effective...