As I enter the doors of the high school, Will was waving at me. I sighed, but walked up to him.
"Hey, Nice! How are you feeling?"
I shrug, "The usual."
He looks down at my slippers, "WHAT ARE THO-"
I punch his arm. He giggles but whimpers, "Wow, you have a strong punch, Neeks!"
I growl, "I've told you not to call me that!"
"Sorry! Wanna go to class?"
I shake my head, "I'm probably gonna skip."
Will frowned, "That's not good, Nico! You need to be in class."
I begin walking away, but the annoying orange follows me.
"Let me do me, and you do you." I say.
"Fine, I'll come with you then."
"I said you do you!"
"But I don't want anything dangerous happening to you."
"I'm fine, Will! I'm not a child!"
"I didn't say you were, I just-"
"Will, just don't. Please."
"I-"
"Will."
I stare him sternly in the eyes. He falters, and sighs, giving in.
"But I'll text you later, okay?"
"Fine," I sigh. "See you later."
I walk towards my locker, dropping off my backpack and closing it, locking it securely. With only a couple minutes left, and students crowding the halls, I exit the school building. Maybe it's a bad decision, but I don't care. I'm just sick of all these health conditions. I just want to feel good about something. I just want to feel good in general.
