Friends at night

Chapter 19, Quiet birds

I walked quietly in the schoolyard, checking my phone screen quickly to see the time. There was still about ten minutes before class, making me sigh in relief. I made my way through the rushing pack of students in the hall to get to my locker, feeling slightly invaded as I had to squeeze through the people.

I didn't think much of it and headed straight to my locker, doing the code to the lock and grabbing the things I needed for my first class. It took me a total of eight minutes to get my stuff and head to class. The teacher gave me a look before I sat down, making me think I was late for a second.

Maybe ten seconds before the bell rang, Jackson came in, running and startling the teacher, who already started the lesson. He glared at Jackson, who shrugged it off. He sat behind me as he usually did and handed me a large paper cup and a small bag. On the bag, there was a note. The teacher didn't seem to care much at this point that we were passing stuff around.

I took the note off the bag gently and unfolded it. 'Felt bad for leaving in a hurry so I got you breakfast. ' was written on it, a small smiley face at the end. I smiled lightly and opened the plastic lid on the paper cup, the scent of the french vanilla coffee reaching my nose rapidly. I left it open on the corner of my desk to let it cool, opening the paper bag as I waited.

In the paper bag was a cheese croissant, which wasn't surprising as that is what I usually would order for breakfast. Even though this morning was rather rough and tiring, I could still enjoy a freshly made breakfast from my favourite coffee shop.

I let my taste buds cry in joy as I nibbled on the cheesy french pastry during my class, sipping the sweet vanilla coffee every once in a while. As usual, the class consisted of the teacher being unable to stop talking and giving examples related to the subject of a friend of his grandfather's cousin's uncle. 

The end of the first class of the day was coming near, I couldn't wait for this sufferance to come to an end. When the bell rang, my remaining functioning brain cells were crying hallelujah but soon to be deceived as the second teacher walked in for his own lesson. I still have about ten minutes before the lesson starts, which relieved me a bit.

My phone buzzed in my pants pocket. I slipped it out and placed it on my desk, passing my finger on the fingerprint detector to unlock it. Sherly sent me a text. ''Hey! Where were you last night? I went to your place and your dad said you were out.'' I readout in my head. Why didn't she just call or text me first? 

"Yeah, sorry, I went to the cafe and wandered around to find something to draw. I got home rather late." I replied to her text rapidly. It didn't take long for a response to come in from my friend. "Oh okay. Anyone went over to your place recently?" I went through my memories to recall if, other than my father's friends, someone came over to my house. "Yes, about a million spiders and house flies. What about you?" 

She sent a few 'crying of laugher' emoticons before sending an actual reply. "Jesus sounds rather nasty." She replied. I heard a small snort behind me, making me turn my head to see who made that noise.

I saw Jackson, holding back a small laugh. I frowned, wondering what it was he was laughing at. "One million is rather exaggerated." He said, raising one of his brows. My frown morphed into a glare, turning off my phone screen. "Why are you even reading my conversations with her?" I asked him.

He shrugged, his expression remaining, even with my glare. "Entertainment purposes." He simply replied. I leaned my head forward, my mouth opening slightly. "Pardon?" I asked coldly. I guess that's when he started to regret his decision. His small smile and raised brow fell to a thin line, it was easy to read in his eyes that he felt bad for snooping in my privacy again.

The next lesson started, cutting the small conversation Jackson and I started. I ended up daydreaming the whole day, not having enough concentration for anything. I felt bad for my teachers, who were spending their precious time trying to give us an education.