//you and i\\

six☆

I get into the Jeep to get my backpack and a bag of my main necessities. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"  Jenny asks. I shake my head yes. "I promise." "I want you to text me when you find a place." I smile. "I will." I wave goodbye as she drives away. I play on my phone until my phone dies and I finally come across a hotel. 'Wedley's Inn'.

I've never heard of this place before but it's the only place I can find so I guess it's okay. I walk in and walk up to the counter. "What is such a young girl like you doing in a hotel by themselves?" I sigh. "My dad kicked me out this morning and I have nowhere else to go." The lady behind the counter sighs. "Oh you poor dear, here I'll give you a free room you probably have no money and nowhere to go."  I shake my head no. "No, it's okay I can pay-" "Nonsense! Here's your key. Please stay however long you'd like. I'm Helda by the way." I smile slightly. "Rebecca."

I take the key and head up to the room she told me I was to stay in. "212," I say to myself. Just as I'm about to walk into my room, I hear a voice. "Hey! Girl!" I turn around to see a gang of guys huddled around me. "Is there something you want?" One of the boys looks familiar and walks up to me with a pocket knife and puts it against my neck. "I know you've got money, so hand me your wallet before I slit your throat." I breathe calmly. "How about you go take you and your friends somewhere else?" I say and roll my eyes. "Or go get a job." One of his friends laugh. "Shut it Z!" "Sorry." "Girl, I don't know where you're from, but I suggest you get your pretty perky ass out of here and go back to Webber where you probably came from." "Used to." He raises an eyebrow. "I got kicked out. Now can you just leave me alone for the night? That would be highly appreciated." I say calmly. He drops the knife from my neck and puts it back in his pocket and walks away. I enter the hotel room and shut the door behind me. I set my bags down and grab a clean pair of underwear and pajamas. I go into the bathroom and start up the warm water for the shower. I strip off my clothes and get undressed.

As I'm running my fingers through my hair I think to myself. That was the same mysterious guy at the record shop yesterday. I shrug. I finish getting the soap out of my hair and off my body and hop out and dry my body off. I blow dry my hair and throw my clothes on. I sigh and open the bathroom door for it to air out and go into my school backpack and get my charger out of my front pocket. I walk over to the bed and hop into the comfy queens' bed. Today has been a very long day, so I might as well get some sleep so I'm not a zombie for school tomorrow. 

*the next morning*

I wake up and rub my face. I get out of the bed and head towards one of the bags I brought with me. I take my moisturizer and walk into the bathroom and wash my face. I pull out a pair of black jeans from my clothing bag along with a gray shirt I tied in a knot. I put my laptop, phone charger, and the poster and anything else I might need to take with me to school. I grab my backpack and head out. 

"Hey! Rebecca." I turn around to see the boy with the pocket knife from last night and the record shop but by himself. "How do you know my name?" He laughs. "This is my territory. I'd figure out soon enough." I roll my eyes. "Why were you at the record shop?" He looks at me. "It wasn't for me." "Are you sure? I mean-" "If I say it wasn't for me, it wasn't for me." Shorty says. I roll my eyes than walk down the stairs to the lobby and head out. I walk my way towards the school. 

After about twenty minutes of walking, I finally get to school. I'm glad I left early because the bell ringing to finally go to homeroom rang, meaning I wasn't going to be late. I pull out my phone and go to our group chat and type: 'Don't worry you guys I made it to school okay. I'm heading to homeroom now :)' and put my phone away.

I walk to homeroom and sit where I usually sit. "Miss Walker, can I speak to you before class starts?" I shake my head and get out of my seat. "I got an email from Jesse's mom this morning. Jesse no longer attends Webber high, he moved out of state, so your partner from now and on will be Mr. Joseph." I stand there in silence holding my arm. "Oh, okay." "Is there a problem?" I shake my head no. I sit back down and sigh. Thankfully I didn't have to work today.

Class finally starts and there is still no sign of Tyler. I sigh and it seems that I am going to have to be doing this presentation by myself. I turn in my essay and sit back down at our table. "Is Tyler here-" the phone rings. "Mr. Perkinson speaking." he sighs. "Tyler, in pass again? What'd he do this time?" "Alright, I'll send her down." He hangs up the phone and looks directly at me. "Office, now. You'll present when you come back." I get up out of my seat and walk to the office. I sigh and wonder what this is possibly all about besides Tyler getting into a fight.

I get into the office and sure enough, Tyler is sitting on one side of the room and Zach, is on the other side with Casey trying to calm him down. I sigh and run over towards Casey and Zach, who has a busted lip and bloody nose. I look towards Tyler. "Miss Walker, can I see you in my office? Please do shut the door."  I quietly shut the door and sit down in the chair across from my dean. "So, apparently you were spending some time with Tyler last night correct?" I shake my head yes. "Yeah, we were working on a project for homeroom." "And you're close with Huffman correct?" I shake my head. "We've been friends since elementary school." "Were you once close with Tyler?" I nod. "So do you think the boys might've been fighting over you?" I laugh. "I don't see why that would happen. I mean if anything, I think Tyler said the wrong thing to Zach. Zach is a close friend of mine and has always acted like a big brother. He was probably trying to protect me." The dean nods. "I'll see if I can find anything out, and I'll let you know. You may go back to class." I nod and head out of the dean's room and the office looking at Tyler. There's probably no way I could talk to him again.

He's still the same douche bag I dated last year.