Ink Stain

Driving Miss Sandra

Sandra picked up her cheer bag and headed off to her locker for the last time for the day. She was pretty much her normal self, only this time a pretty bad headache was particularly aggravating her. It started right around lunch and didn't seem to go away. As if the day had to be worse. Sandra opened her locker and put her books away, at least she didn't have anymore obligations. Time to go home and nap, then do the same thing tomorrow. She didn't really expect things to change, why should they? People always worry about where they're going and what's next. Why does there have to be a next?

Sandra focused on the now, and the person she was. There wasn't anything more to people, that was just something people said to justify their mistakes. Sandra knew this for a fact, and had gone pretty well with this mindset.

"You live far away?" said a voice further down the hall. Sandra looked up from her locker and saw a blonde haired kid walking with that weird sophomore girl... Jaz? That was probably her name. The two seemed to be just walking and talking. She didn't recognize that guy though, maybe he's new. Could be likely, for some reason kids always show up at the wrong times in the year.

There still was something off about Jaz, or whatever her name was. She just gave Sandra a strange feeling. Almost uneasy, the same kind of uneasy she got when that girl who stole her thunder showed up. Thank god she left. No one even talked to her, so who really cared at all?

Sandra watched from a distance, looking at that girl with her long, unkempt hair. She said something to the blonde kid and took out her cell and punched on the screen. A little weird... maybe that guy was either into the weird type or she was desperate. Of course, Sandra had been assuming it meant some kind of relationship. Though, if that is a new kid and they are now... dating or something, kind of rushing it a little... That is to assume they had just met. Perhaps they know each other from somewhere else? Well in that case she probably would've already had his number.

"Know who that is?" Said a more familiar voice, this time startling Sandra. She turned to see Erick standing tall behind her, his chestnut brown hair strewn about his head.

Sandra shook her head, "Not sure, but I guess the sophomore girl likes him."

Erick shrugged, "They could just be friends,"

Sandra didn't acknowledge his last statement, instead she shut her locker and turned to walk out of the school.

"Need a ride?" Erick offered.

"Sure."

The two took a little longer than required to get to Sandra's home. Usually Erick did this on purpose, just because he liked getting a chance to drive around with his girlfriend. He glanced over at her every once and while and brought up random topics, like a parent trying to make small talk. Erick stopped at the last intersection before turning on Sandra's street.

"You hear that people are wanting to go down to the lake for the weekend?" Erick asked as he looked in his rear-view for a moment.

"No, why do they wanna go this weekend?" Sandra looked over at him.

"Beats me, but I think I'm gonna go. I could use the down time for a bit."

"I'm not."

Erick looked over at Sandra for a moment, he asked himself why even bothered. He knew that'd be her answer. Sandra pretty much never wanted to do anything. It was very rare to step out for a moment and just have fun.

"When was the last time we did something together?" Erick asked, turning onto her street.

"We're here aren't we? You're driving me home." Sandra replied casually.

"I mean a date or just going out to meet up with our friends." Erick glared at her for a moment, trying to hammer in he needed to talk serious with her for a moment. "Can't you just have fun for once? Can't you come do something for me for once?"

"Why are you so offended? I just don't feel like going to a stupid old lake." Sandra looked back returning the glare.

"I'm not offended!" Erick took a deep breath and parked the truck in front of Sandra's driveway. "I'm hurt."

"That's the same thing, Erick."

"Does it matter? You spend all day as the same old you and you act like nothing is changing! You hardly do anything for other people-"

"That's not true."

"It actually is pretty true. I can't name one time you did something for me that wasn't because of a holiday."

Sandra was already getting out of the passenger seat and grabbing her bag. She took her house keys out of her pocket and walked up to the patio to let herself in. Erick simply watched her, awestruck by her actions. He sighed and drove off down the road, taking even longer to get himself home.