I stared outside at the school. This is my first day, and I don't want to be the new kid. I looked back at Santo. He was picking at his jeans, but I could tell he was feeling the same. We just aren't ready yet. I mean Chresanto hasn't even spoken in three years, does Chris really think that he's going to start anytime soon?
I sighed and picked at my nails. Chris cut off the engine. I knew he could feel the tension, but I didn't really care. He needs to understand the fact that I'm still healing. But of course, he doesn't see it. He's always too busy with his job to care about us. Why does everybody important in my life put everything before me, when I put them before everything?
"Alright," Chris said, clenching his jaw. "What the fuck do you want me to do?"
I snapped my neck towards him.
"What the fuck do you mean, what the fuck do I want you to do? Do what the fuck you're supposed to do! You're suppose to care!" I yelled.
"I do fucking care, Boe! Do you think that I would be here for y'all ungrateful asses if I didn't care! Do you think I don't think about that fucking night when I got that call? You ain't the only one who's suffering!" he barked back.
"Just shut the fuck up!" A voice yelled.
I looked back to see Santo's face red and his fists clenched shut. It's a shame that he hasn't spoken in forever and when he finally does, it has to be over this.
Santo unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bookbag. He got out and slammed the car door behind him. Chris and I sat in the car in silence. I shook my head. I couldn't help but to feel guilty. But if Chris would start caring, this wouldn't be a problem.
I grabbed my bookbag and got out of the car. I ran up to Santo, who was storming up campus.
"Chresanto!" I called.
He stopped and sluggishly turned my way. I finally caught up to him and caught my breath. Santo stood there, glaring at me. I looked down.
"Look Santo, I-"
"Just shut up, Boe." He said, cutting me off. "We'll talk about this when we get home, until then I don't want to hear another damn word about it, do I make myself clear?" He snapped.
"Santo, I-"
"Do I make myself clear?" He spat.
"Ok. Fine" I said, in defeat.
"Good, now get your schedule and get your ass to first hour." Santo growled, stomping away.
