The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

11. Friday: Sight of Smirks (Levi)

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Levi

Friday 10:50 a.m

I was sitting with the team, as usual. Despite having a full half an hour to seek help from teachers, I ignorantly refused my academic duties.

James and Hayden were talking rambunctiously about some foreign exchange student who was staying with Jame's sister.

I caught words like hot, sexy, mysterious...etc.

I couldn't help but frown, displeased with this sexually based conversation.

But luckily, no one has asked for my opinion, so I remained sitting.

Resting my head in the palms of my hands, I faced the other way.

I scanned the cafeteria...nothing special. Just the same happy people living happy lives. How did they all seem so ALIVE?

I mean, I felt like the only one wandering in the useless realm of life. Yet they were all here too but seemed pleased.

I quickly averted my eyes as a couple giggling preppy girls shot me glances.

My eyes now wondered past the covered cafeteria to the quaint tree courtyard where a few people sat scattered.

I always liked that area; I found it pretty and relaxing. But most of all, it was a good source of silence.

But, I need to sit with my team, and I need to obey when they tell me the place is for losers.

I still dreamed of leaving this table and disappearing into the trees. Maybe eating lunch under them, or maybe hanging from them.

I cursed internally at my suicidal fantasies. I had been working with my therapist to decrease my tendencies, but of course, she was gone now. There was no one else in my life who I would let in enough to help me.

But there was someone. The unwelcomed voice shot a fluttering image of Emery.

She still is the one non-family, nor hospital friend that knows that I'm even slightly fucked up.

Maybe we could be friends, help each other.

That brought on another thought, why was she there? I reminisce about her optimistic, genius persona.

I couldn't fathom her being sick, but who was I to talk.

My vision had blurred significantly as my reality blurred to dreams.

Startled by a distant yell, I nearly jumped, my surroundings becoming clear.

I jolted around, searching hectically for the source of the scream.

It's odd how panicked I get from a scream, how jumpy I was, and especially how the worst possible scenarios flashed across my mind.

Sweeping the tables, there were no discrepancies, or cluttering, or anyone on the ground. I ticked off a heart attack, fist fight, or meteorites from my list.

But of course, my list vanished as I spotted a girl giggling hysterically. With a broad grin, she flapped her hands in front of a boy's face.

I think she said "god, you scared me" but I wasn't sure.

Therefore, I resumed my position.

Back turned to the table and mind choking me.

Beyond the building, a few feet from the tree, I saw the ginger.