Fool For You

Blue Dusk

1 month
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I ruffled my soft brown hair as I eyed myself in the mirror. I stared at my reflection. It mimicked my every move. My blue eyes followed the 'me' in the reflective surface.
I pulled myself away from the mirror begrudgingly and swung a small grey-blue bag over my shoulder. I didn't bother with breakfast, I rarely do. I lit a cigarette and locked the door lazily.
I really did need to quit.
Oh well, maybe another day.
The walk to school was short, though I took the long way. I dreaded going there every day, so I tried to prolong the time away from it. The same things have been drilled into my brain year after year just slightly more complicated with every lesson. And the people. Aren't they a fucking joy to be around. Sighing, I unplugged my headphones and stashed them with my phone into my bag and put out my cig on my jacket sleeve. The fabric was thick so all I felt was an intense warmth. I tossed it to the side and gazed with hatred at the gates. The school had a strict no phones, cigarettes, or any form of drug policy.
I kept my head down, occasionally offering someone a half-smile or nod of acknowledgement. I quietly slipped into my form class. It was dull and grey in there. But I liked it. Unfortunately the stench of BO and the repetitive buzzing of the air conditioner made this and all other classrooms almost unbearable. I teased the idea of just going to sleep then and there, but I knew that'd do me no good.
Boring.
Droning.
Repetitive.
Avoid.
Four words circulating through my mind for that entire day. It was a good policy to live by, I thought. At least through my high school life.
At our first recess, I was sat by a tree near the fence when a girl approached me. She looked somewhat familiar.
She donned a pink sweater and a black skirt which she tugged at as she sat before me.
"Hi." I offered, all emotion leaving me.
"Hi!." Her voice was bubbly and bright.
"You're uh, Cameron, right?" She said dragging my name out as if to seek clarification that that was in fact my name.
"Yeah."
She may have winced at my monotone response.
"Oh, well I'm Sarah."
I nodded. I'd heard the name tossed around in class before.
"We have quite a few classes together, right?"
"Yeah."
"Oh cool."
"Do you want to come sit over there with my friends and I?"
"No thank you."
"Oh."
"We have maths together next period."
"Yeah."
"Weather's nice."
"I suppose."
"You got much homework?"
"Yeah."
She inhaled sharply.
"Why do you sit alone?"
I resisted the urge to say how everyone in this school aside from one or two exceptions were absolute fuckwits that nitpicked everything about my personality.
"I like to."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"You have long on your clock?"
I was surprised by this question. Usually nobody would ask about anyone's clock as it was seen as personal information.
"Um a month...ish."
"Oh cool."
"I guess."
"Well here's my phone number in case you ever wanted to talk." She smiled warmly, gently posting a sticky note into my hand.
"Thanks."
She nodded again before leaving, her dark hair swishing behind her.
That was the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a while.
How utterly disappointing.
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Oh wow what a fucking edge lord. He warms up soon don't worry.