Finally Found You

1:Juice, Coffee, And Luck

Zane

I never saw Pup again since that day.

I didn't think about him all the time, but he surely had a time space in my mind, even after all the years that had passed. Sometimes in the form of memories, sometimes as a dream. I really didn't think that having a friend for a such a short amount of time would make me feel this sad for losing him. Yet, he was a childhood friend, and those are exceptionally hard to forget.

You might lose contact, or they might no longer have any sentimental value, however, the memory remains unscathed.

My mum didn't tell me that they had to move out of town until the next few days. I didn't even think she wanted to tell me at all. They went all the way from Rivertown to Ripplemills which was all across the state.

But sooner or later I was going to find out. He didn't show up at the park, nor they visited us anymore, nor we did for that matter.

There were a few times that I forgot about him. Forgot that he even existed at all, like it was some sort of an illusion. But a few days later it would hit me.

Either ways, worrying about the past was the least of my concerns. I was worried more about the fact that my shirt was wet and sticking to my body. It was not water-wet. Juice wet. Orange, to be specific.

I was wondering if that day could get any worse than it already was, so the biggest jerk in school decided that he wanted to bump into me in the cafeteria right as I grabbed my juice.

I really hated Gavin Ross.

I spent the rest of my lunch time in the bathroom trying to wash my shirt while still wearing it. Stupid idea because it got wetter. I dried it off with paper towels as much as I could, but alas, I became very uncomfortable.

"Stupid fucking Gavin Ross and his football posse thinking they own the fucking school" I muttered as I scrubbed at my shirt. Good thing it was black. "This is just great-" I got interrupted by the bathroom door slamming open. It made me jump.

"Are you talking to yourself again, Zane?" Herrera asked. He was the hungriest kid at school and won multiple food contests, yet he weighed less than a table. He had a jacket with him and he handed me it quickly, saving some of my dignity.

"I owe you, Herrera" I said with a sigh of relief.

"Nahh, what are friends for?" He patted me on the shoulder twice. "Now let's go, class is almost starting and I'm famished."

"But you were just in lunch-"

He laughed like a maniac as we walked  out of the bathroom. We had English next, one of my favorite subjects. The downside of it? I had to take the class with HIM. And not just that, but also Maths, History, and Arts too. Isn't school awesome?

As much as I liked to not think of Rivertown High as stereotypical, I couldn't deny the fact that it somehow was.

It had jocks; Some I found attractive, some I found not. Some I liked, some I didn't. Some were nice, some I despised. Gavin Ross was the latter.

We had artists, musicians, but the same thing applied to them too. Then there were André and I. Not that smart, not athletic, barely managing with art, and miraculously passing classes.

The one thing that was not like typical high school clichés was that one of the most popular athletes at school, also known as Gavin, did not date the most popular cheerleader. In fact, he didn't have a girlfriend at all. And for the couple years that he had been in this school, his personal life was one of the most debated things around.