Love, Drugs, and High School

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Ryan

          What was I thinking?

          Why did she help me? Why did I care about what I said to her? These questions really disturbed me all throughout the next day of school. I was Ryan Mallach. I didn’t care about anyone, not even myself. So why did I start now?

Annabelle

          Why do I care? I shouldn’t care. I know that I shouldn’t care. Caring would be something stupid of me to do. He’s a jerk. No more said. So why does his actions towards me yesterday bother me?

          “What are you thinking about?” Linzie asked me at lunch. We really had been kind of weird with each other after she started to rant about Ryan.

          Nothing, I wanted to say, but instead, “My mom.”

          “Oh, is she ok?” She asked, not really entirely sure what to say and I could tell.

          “Yes, she’s fine. I just haven’t seen her since I came to spend the school year with my uncle.” I prayed that she wouldn’t ask me why I did that. No one other than my family knows exactly why. I couldn’t handle it; the stress and heartbreak all in one. It was my living nightmare.

          “Well that’s really cool. I wish my uncle was that awesome to let me stay at his house.” She said, thinking about it in her head. “Does he have a wife and kids?”

          “Nope, by himself, or well I guess with me now too,” I said, causing Linzie to laugh.

          “So I’m having a party tomorrow night. It’s kind of a thing that I do, throw parties on Friday nights. My parents always go out so it’s ok. A bunch of people are coming! Do you want to come?”

          Right when she said ‘a bunch of people’ I had made up my mind. Why would I want to go to something where I had to socialize with people? But then again, I didn’t want my uncle questioning me on why I was staying in on a Friday night, so I accepted her offer.

          “Great! I’ll see you there!” She said, getting up and going to class as the lunch bell rang. What had I just gotten myself into?

Ryan

          Why does it seem that my life is being mostly lived in this library? I don’t read. I don’t even like being in school let alone staying extra hours after school.

          “Ryan, I’m glad you could make it! I’m sorry that you got sick yesterday.” The librarian came up to me and said. She gave me a sympathetic face. I hated sympathy.