Sisters Till Death

IV

That class was over and the rest of my day consisted of other basic classes, like calculus and biology. After biology, I was free for the day.

I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling and daydreaming. I was bored out of my mind. Jaz had a class during this hour so I couldn't hang out with her, and I of course don't know anyone else. So I just laid here since there was nothing better to do. Besides start to regret not going to all those parties Jaz invited me to.

Who am I kidding, I still wouldn't have gone.

In the midst of my thoughts, the door flew open and Angelo came in, plopping down depressingly on his bed and shielded his eyes with the inside of his elbow. I could tell that he was stressed. I would be too if my father basically called me out during an entire lecture.

"I can leave if you want me to." I said to him, "You probably don't want me to see you when you're not so called "macho".

He jumped at the sound of my voice but it was such a slight movement that you could barely tell he moved, "I didn't see ya there when I came in." he chuckled without much energy, "Guess I'm not at my best right now."

"Mhmm." I said with fake sympathy as I pretended to be more interested in my nail beds than his problems.

"You could be at least a little bit more nice to me." He started, "I mean no harm to you and plus I'm down right now."

"That sounds like a lot of work." I stated dryly.

"Aww Melena, you sourpuss." He mustered up a reminisce of his playful personality and shot me a puppy-dog look.

"Ew." I thought about it then raised myself up from my bed, "Fine, what's the matter?"

"You know that speech that my dad said today?" He said.

I nodded in response.

"Well I don't know if you could tell or not but that was fully directed towards me." He said.

"Yeah, that was pretty obvious." I replied.

"It's because I don't find joy in writing like he does," he said, "but he says the only way he'll ever be on board with my plans is if I pass that class.

"That's...pretty dirty," I say, "no offense."

"Trust me when I tell you I'm not offended the slightest bit." He said bitterly.

There was silence in the room and for a second I didn't know what to say next, but then again I didn't wanna say anything so he could think; about what, I don't know, but I think that's considerate.

Then he springs up from his bed with a look on his face that implies that he's about to ask me a question, and he does, "Do you want to go somewhere with me?"

I raise one of my eyebrows and give him a suspicion look.

"Not like that. I just want to show you something that's important to me." He quickly justifies.

Still slightly skeptical, I think about it but then soon find myself agreeing, "Sure."

A smile spreads across his face, and I see the same person I saw in the cafe earlier.

I hope this isn't a weirdo rapist scheme.

•*•*•*•

"We're almost there." He said as he navigated me through wherever we were with his hands over my eyes. Even though I couldn't see anything, I heard a busy street and felt a cool breeze caress and dance across my face.