Lost in time G.D E.D

67

When I got back to the lunch table, Patrick was gone, and so was Ethan and Zack.

Grayson was standing by the table looking down at his Nokia complete with the antenna.

And then I wondered why he was still standing there until I remembered that Patrick had asked him to walk me to technical theater.

I was surprised he actually waited.

I'd been so weird, and I wouldn't have held it against him if he had just left with his friends.

But there he was, waiting me.

I forgot how towering he was over me.

His light-wash denim jeans seemed to go on forever as did his Black shirt, given his long legs and torso.

He had on his usual black boots and backwards Boston Red Sox cap.

He saw me before I could say anything.

"So,the class," I finished, trying to process that he was really there, alive, standing in front of me again

"Can you show me?"

"Yeah," he nodded, ducking his head and starting down the halls.

Kids seemed to get out of his way, and I guessed that was due to his height, which was pretty impressive.

He wasn't going to talk, I knew that.

I've known him for long enough to know he was shy around people he didn't know, especially girls.

"This school is huge," I said finally, trying to break the awkward silence that was plaguing our walk down the hall.

He just gave a slight nod in response, keeping his shoulders hunched and his head low.

When we got to the theater, He immediately disappeared into a room used for sound during a production, and I was left by myself again.

When school was finally over, I met Tyler back at the car and gave him a cold look.

"Thanks for ditching me at lunch," I growled unpleasantly, sliding into the passenger seat and slamming the door shut.

He turned the keys in the ignition and backed up.

"I didn't know we had the same lunch hour," he said plainly.

I decided not to be mad at him.

I had bigger things on my mind, like how I was going to get back home, if I could, that is.

But also, how I could prevent The massacre from happening.

There had to be a way.

I need to talk to death, the fuckin-

"So...how was your day?" Tyler asked out of nowhere, turning down the radio.

I shrugged, staring out the window.

"Good," I answered in a monotone voice.

Tyler pulled into the driveway of his house.

"You make any friends?"

"No."

He parked the car and got out, me following behind him to the door.

"What time is this party?" I asked him as we walked in.

"Oh, Sammy's?" I nodded.

What other party was he going to tonight?

"Seven, I think," He answered, bounding up the stairs to his room.

I groaned.

I wasn't in the mood to go to a party.

I didn't feel like making an effort.

All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry because fuck I couldn't do this anymore, fuck the 90s, and fuck me.

I sat there for a minute, glancing at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand.

Three more hours until the party.

I groaned, walking to the closet and throwing more options onto the bed.

I pulled on a stretchy crop tank that reminded me of the ones the girls from Clueless wore in the gym class scene where they're hitting tennis balls.

I suddenly missed my comfy, baggy t-shirts and wished I didn't have to go to this tonight.

But I guess I had too

I put on the dark green flannel and shimmied my hips into the denim jean skirt. Whoa, did I have the legs for that, I worried, looking in the mirror.

None of this mattered anyway

I just needed to find death

I looked around in my 'room'.

But I couldn't find it.

Until I walked over to the mirror,i started at my self feeling as if I was gonna cry, until death appeared next to me.

"What the fuck are you playing at" I turned around expecting him to be there but he wasn't

Just an empty room.

I ran my fingers throw my hair and looked back at the mirror.

"Why do you keep messing with me." I felt tears in my eyes,

Death just laughed, "wanna give up."

"No fuck you." I turned around walking away from the mirror.

I wiped away the runny mascara under my eyes, I wanted to scream but I couldn't.

I left my hair down and cleaned my face before going down stairs.

I slunk down the stairs to wait for Tyler.

He came down, running his fingers through his spiked hair. He had layered a white t-shirt under a green long-sleeve under a varsity football letterman jacket. His ripped jeans and converse made me feel a little better.

"You ready?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"Sure," I said, following him to the car. I felt out of place, going to a party with mainly jocks and popular girls who all knew each other.

It would be weird, but only if I made it weird.

I decided to make an effort to enjoy myself, at least.

Maybe even try to make friends.

Chill out.