Teenager Runway {Cole}

felicia (LEMON)

WARNING! - Strong language and sexual content. Please step away from this chapter if you have issues with abusive behaviour.

After Mom's funeral, I didn't want to be at my family home, I couldn't stand to be near my father, I was so angry at him for not telling me mom was so ill.

I didn't have where to go, so I went back to Oppenheimer, at that stage I didn't have the guts to get lost in the road. I was afraid, at least at the school I have where to sleep and free food. I thought I would stay there until I turn 18 then I would get a paid job and be on my own.

I was wracked, broken, a complete mess. I would cry all night, if I sleep, would be just 1 hour, and I would wake with horrible nightmares. During the day I would attempt to attend class, but I would fall asleep on my desk.

The teachers would send me to the principal, he was actually kind to me, he knew about my mother and offered help, he told me to go and see the school counsellor, I would just nod at him, and go back to my dorm to cry, and repeat all over the next day.

The problem when you are deep in shit Hell, is only demons can reach you, and you are likely to attract people just like you or even worse, and that was Felicia.

Despite her 'happy' name, she was the saddest girl I have ever met.

-"wake up you freak the lessons are finished." Someone said kicking my leg.

-"...leave me alone."

-"oooo... the weirdo got a temper."

-"find someone else to bully or I will break your nose, pretty boy."

-"I would like to see you try"

I stand on my feet with my fits ready to hit...

-"Are you really the type of jerk that would hit a girl?"

-"great... get away from me... "

If you think I am an idiot for mistaken another girl for a boy, you are right, I am an idiot, but on my defence, Oppenheimer is full of androgynous figures, I am still unable to detect boys from girls, unless in the urinal...

-"I am Felicia, by the way" she shouted as I walked away from her.

Next class before I fell asleep again, Felicia pull her desk near mine.

-"What is your problem, Cole?"

-"how do you know my name?"

-"I know everyone's names..."

She started name everybody in the room, and I wonder if they were real names or she was just messing up...

-"impressive," I said ironically when she finished -"I would be happy just to be able to tell who's a boy and who's a girl."

-"ah...ah...ah...ah..." she laughed... "you cannot tell boys from girls? you are a stupid idiot."

-"I must be to be talking to you."

-"you are funny..." she carried out laughing, it was a weird overrated laughing... but laughing is contagious, and for the first time in months, since Mom died, I let go of a smile.

-"ok, I will teach you a trick..."

-"if that involves getting into people's underwear I am out."

-"well, that is your last resource... but there are other things you can observe before sailing those waters, some of them are full of crocodiles"

She said that I give her a smirk, and she waited until I said something.

-"go on... wait, I have a feeling this is not a piece of free advice, am I wrong?"