Goth Queen||Lil Peep

Chapter 3: Friend

Wednesday
October 2 2015
11:03
Lunch

Jaden's POV

I was waiting in the lunch line to get my food. Everything was calm and I even saw the guy I talked to earlier in the line. When I got my food, I walked into the cafeteria and sat at the table with the least people. PE was after this. Math was the last class of the day. Everyday after school, I went to the park to go smoke cigarettes. Oh yea, I didn't mention that I also have a juul. (A/N: idk if y'all know what it is but, it's basically just a vape.) But I do all that at the park. Everything was chill until my foster mom called.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Jade?"

"Yes mom? I'm at lunch so hurry."

"So I contacted the foster system and they're gonna talk to you right when you get home. So don't stay after school today. Just come straight home."

"But mom-"

"No! I argued enough today! No more! Just come straight home."

"Whatever. Fuck this."

"I wish I never decided to take you in!"

"Wow. You bitch."

I hung up. Instantly, I started to cry and tried not to make it noticeable. But of course, that was kinda hard since well, I am crying in front of a room filled with seniors. Mr. Crybaby was nowhere to be found so I guess I didn't have to worry to much. It sucked because I wore mascara and it ran down my face. This day couldn't get any worse. But I shouldn't jinx it I guess. It's just how rude my mom was. She kept trying to call me but I just would decline it right away. After a whole five minutes of her calling me nonstop, I turned my phone off all the way. Finally, almost everyone was outside, hanging out.

"Hey friend." A familiar voice said and slammed his hands on the table.

"Go away. I thought you said you didn't wanna talk to me." I hid my face.

"Come on. I didn't mean it. I mean, I have no friends after all. You have no friends from the looks of it. And-" He looked at my tear and mascara covered face. "What's wrong, kid?"

"I-" I stopped myself and started crying even more.

"Oh my god, what have you done, Gustav Āhr?" He whispered to himself. Instead of questioning me anymore, he took me to the washroom to get cleaned up. It wasn't a stall washroom, it was a family one or whatever you wanna call it. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." I sighed. "Just my dumb foster mom."

"Ok, I wanna ask but I don't wanna make you cry." He said as he grabbed a paper towel and cleaned me up.

"No, it's just my foster mom got mad that I was talking about what I do after school." I just stood there and let him clean me up.

"Sex?"

"No, no, no. Just, I juul, smoke weed, and smoke cigarettes after school at a park ten minutes away from the school." I started to help him clean me up.

"Oh. I didn't know we had a park near our school. Maybe we can go after school, if you're down at least." He suggested.

"Sure." I smiled and completely forgot how I had to be there right after school. The rest of lunch, we got to know each other. Then we had PE so we hung out then also. It was so much fun.  But I still had some more classes before Math which was when we saw each other again.