Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 18

God, I don't want to go to class. Sara and I both have early classes on Wednesday. They suck. Mine starts at 9 and Sara's starts at 10. Sara doesn't wake up until 30 minutes before class starts, so when I left she was still asleep in bed. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked out the door. I hate Wednesdays because they take so long. I wake up at like 8:00 just to get up and get ready so that I can leave by 8:45 so that I'm not late. Mr. Kane has drilled it into my skull that I cannot be late to any classes. Even if it's not his class.

When I got to class everyone was sitting outside the door waiting for our teacher. Our teacher is never late. She always gets here like an hour early, I would know. One time I had thought I was late but I ended up being almost 45 minutes early. Anyways, I sat down on the ground and grabbed my phone out of the pocket of my joggers. I looked like a little dyke today but I was rocking it so I didn't care. I checked my phone and looked at the time, 9:03, and my teachers still not here. At this point all of us are looking around at each other wondering if she'd going to show up or not. I made eye contact with some guy who just shrugged his shoulders at me, then got up and left. The rest of us waited another 20 minutes because we don't want to for our teacher to show up and then count us absent. After another 10 minutes our teacher finally sent out a message to us saying that she wasn't going to be in class today. She texted us at 9:40, nice. Sara should be getting ready for school right now, so I decided to go get something to eat and then head home. My next class doesn't start till 1. After I picked up breakfast I started heading back to the apartment. By that time, it was already 10:15ish. I grabbed my back pack out of the back seat and then grabbed my food and started up the stairs. I walked into the apartment and to my surprise I saw Sara and Presley sitting on couch.

"Avery what're you doing here?" Sara sounded like she'd been caught shoplifting.

"My class got cancelled. What're you doing here?" My voice came out a little bit angrier than I'd meant it too. At this Presley got up and said

"I'd better get going." Sara sat back on the couch and ran her hands through her hair. That's my thing, the fuck.

"Why aren't you in class?" I put my back pack down on one of our seats and stood in front of Sara.

"I didn't want to go?"

"What do you mean you didn't want to go?"

"Exactly that. I didn't want to go." She was giving me a shit ton of attitude and it was pissing me off.

"You can't just skip class just because you don't want to go."

"Okay Avery." Full name. I'm in trouble. Wait what?

"No, don't Avery me. Why am I the one in trouble?"

"Avery you're making a big deal out of nothing."

"Sara it's not nothing. You can't be skipping class."

"Avery it's not a big deal. Why can't you just chill out? God, I knew I should have just gone to Presley's."

"Is she the reason you keep skipping class?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Sara she's the one who told you to lie to me in the first place!" Now I was yelling. I've been getting more and more annoyed with Presley. The other day Sara was doing her little rant thing about something I'd said on accident and Presley told her that I'm insensitive and that I need to watch what I say. I didn't do it on purpose, but she made it seem like I intentionally told Sara something to start a fight.

"She only said that so that THIS wouldn't happen. So that we wouldn't start fighting."

"She's not a good friend Sara, maybe you shouldn't hang out with her so much."