Jade

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The Eastside high school the home of gangs, drugs, social hierarchy, prime evidence source, witness source, and the hell hole I happen to spend 8 hours of my day.

I have walked through these doors thousands of times with a thousand different emotions in the two years I had been in said hell hole. From the wonder and optimism that most freshmen have when they get here to the painful and gritty realisation that nothing was really ever what you thought it was. Take Jamey Rynfield for example. He was the definition of your stereotypical Golden Boy; handsome, kind, handsome, seemingly perfect. Looks can be deceiving. Those that seem to be the most supportive can turn out to be the ones poisoning you from the inside out and those that seem to love you the most are the always the ones that stab you in the back.

I walked through the school doors for the first time in two months, for the first time since Zip's death. Everyone stared at me. Watching my every move with sympathy. Two girls approached me tentatively and offered their condolences. Ignored them. I focused on getting to my locker. It was easier said than done. 

I finally reached my locker and reached into the back to find my stash. I needed as much  help as I could get to get through the day. Today was the first day i had ever walked through those doors without him. I didn't think it would have much of an effect on me. I was wrong. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I quickly put the cigarette in my pocket. I turned around only to be met with the strikingly blue eyes belonging to the one and only Jamey Rynfield. I glared at him.

"What do you want?"

"Calm down. I just wanted to say Im sorry about Zane. How are you doing?" 

Why is he acting nice? He knows that I know who he really is underneath the "Golden Boy" facade . What's his deal?

"And you care why?"

His smile dropped.

"Come on Jade. Just because we don't talk much anymore it doesn't mean that I don't care anymore."

"There's a reason for us not talking anymore. "  And with that I walked away.

I found myself walking towards the spot under the bleachers where Zip, K and I used chill and "medicate" our stress. K; Khalil, Zip's best friend.

"Hey J." A deep, raspy voice startled me. Speak of the devil. Khalil stood in front of me clearly stoned but still managed to look worried. I hadn't seen him since the funeral.

"Hey K. Mind if I join you?" He nodded. I walked past him and sat on the couches we had set up last year after we realised it hurt to stand while stoned. I lit my cigarette and took a long swig.

We stayed in silence occasionally glancing at each other. It was an unspoken agreement between us. No speaking, no judging just the satisfaction of knowing that there's someone who understands, even if it's just a little bit.

The bell rang. K looked at me and said "see you at lunch." I nodded and with that he left and soon after so did I.