Blurry Face [Completed]

Chapter 4 - The Group Project

Waking up to Electric Love by Børns again, I mindlessly run through my morning routine, going out of it only to place the towel back on the rack and grab my mask. I decide on wearing a high collar black long sleeve with a red design on it. Wearing my usual silver chain and locket with my usual silver long earings and stainless steal cuffs, I assure my holster is tightly secure. I note that I should get special gel pads to go underneath my cuff. I might have to go shopping real soon to make improvements to my everyday wear. Heading out, the day seems dark still although it was probably as late as six in the morning. Cool soft breezes brush against my skin as I touched the cold handle to my Ford. Slamming the door behind me, I get ready and start heading out to the road. After a few minutes I make it to campus and park near the staircase down. I walk down the stairs, the wind seemingly picking up speed. I rush to my first period class hallway, hoping the classroom is open this time. To my luck, the door is unlocked, allowing me to have a seat inside. Kacey soon enters, wearing a wool sweater unbuttoned along with a crop top and a set of black sweatpants. She had a noticeable puffiness in her eyes as she quietly sat down next to me. She was never one to show when she's sad much, so this was certainly a surprise. I was only aware that she cried once last year so this was new. 

"You okay?" I try asking her, saying it as gently as I could manage.

"Yeah, why?" She replied in a now dead voice, her eyes shifted to her desk.

"Why were you crying? What happened?" I try again, wanting to get a reply out of her.

"Come over to my house so we can talk about it?" She asked, fists clenched white.

I knew Kacey, the idiot was usually not this sensitive, so I know there has to be something serious that happened that she's trying to shoulder off. I glance to my left where the only person I called a friend become weak minded, hurt. I couldn't deny her either, she has that affect on me where its hard to say no to her. I can tell just about anyone to fuck off but I can't to her. I sigh, knowing I'm shit at comforting people.

"I'll say I have a doctors appointment to coach, that way I can just leave with everyone else at 3:10, otherwise I'll have you waiting until 6." I say in a defeated tone.

She hadn't even put an argument down on the table yet she won. I smiled at her the most genuine smile I could push out, earning a small smile from her. She shifted in her seat, turning to me again.

"Do you want to eat lunch with me? We could go to where I always hang out, in the art room." She asks me in an uncertain tone, looking up through her long eyelashes. I glare at her, notifying her to not push it, but she looks at me with puppy eyes. I know she doesn't do it on purpose but when shes upset or tries getting what she wants, she absent-mindedly gives puppy eyes and pushes her bottom lip forward into a pout. I roll my eyes at her mindless remark.

"Fiiiine, your gonna be the fucking death of me bitch." I tell her.

The bell rings, startling me. Class begins, the teacher speaking in his usual monotone voice. Scratching notes down, my day passes by until lunch comes by and I remember what Kacey requested. I lean against the hallway next to the class I was just in, math.

Red.N.Ded.Flower.- Where r u?

Purple.Banana.- Im heading to the lunch line come

Red.N.Ded.Flower.- Alright, be there in 5 I guess

I begin heading down to the quad, rushing to see Kacey standing in line. I spot a few blond streaks in dark brown hair and start heading through the waves of people. I cut in line up to her. She notices me, smiling like the dork she is.