My own reality

20

I find a new pair of glasses on my bedside table when I wake up the next Monday. Today, I decide to go to school because I can’t stand the fact that Tiffany is forgetting about me. It probably sounds selfish, I mean I should let her be happy and all but what about me?
I feel foreign when I step into the hallway. Nothing has changed, still the same ol’ people and routine, but I feel like and alien who does not understand the rules of this society. I walk briskly to my locker, avoiding eye contact with anybody. I had forgotten that people had seen those photos and videos of me in the club but I guess it was a nine day wonder.  
“I didn’t recognize you there,” a voice says behind me. “Where the hell have you been?”
I turn to face Tyler who does not look happy. I remember my green tipped hair and new pair of glasses which probably makes me look like a whole different person.
“Home,” I mutter.
“What happened?” Tyler asks. He seemed concerned and annoyed at the same time.
“Nothing, Tyler.” I turn back to my locker. “I’m fine,”
“No!” Tyler shuts the door of my locker. “You are not fine. Since when do you give me the ‘I’m fine,’ answer?”
“Tyler...” I’m starting to get annoyed.
“You haven’t talked to me for like two weeks!” he says. “And I see you here all sad and different...” he sighs. “I’m worried about you,”
I realise I haven’t told Tyler anything about the break up. But I don’t feel like talking about it. I don’t feel like talking about anything to anyone.
“I’m fine,” I stubbornly insist.
“Okay,” Tyler nods his head and takes a step back. “I bet your going to update Cooper what’s going on huh?”
I feel a flare of anger ignite in my chest. What’s his problem? “Let it go!” I exclaim.
Tyler looks hurt. “It’s like I don’t know you anymore,”
Then he turns around and walks away. I’m supposed to feel something right? Sorrow or loss right? I mean my best friend has practically ditched me. But I don’t feel anything. I can’t feel anything apart from...her.
“Jason,”
I turn to face Ryan. His face is stony and his posture is stiff and upright.
“The games are this Saturday,” he says it as if he has said it a lot. “So training is going to be amplified,”
Ryan doesn’t play football...shit. It’s Ruffle. I take a step back. “Uh...”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “He doesn’t have a crush on you,”
He says it as if he despises Ryan, which I guess he does. I sort of relax a bit. “Okay,”
“So every evening,” he says.
“Oh, I’m not playing,” I say before he can walk away.
“Whatever,” he shuffles away.