Class Fanfiction 2.0

9

[song choice by Kyra 🎼]

The next day, Angeles walked to class thinking about what happened after it had started raining rather fiercely on her and Axl. They had looked at each other, and seemed to tele communicate that they should probably start running.

So Angeles arrived home, sopping wet, and completely exhausted. Of course, she knew she needed to tell her parents right away of her promise to help Garrett. But first, she needed to take a good ass nap.

Well, she never woke up.

Not like, she died, but she woke up in her bed and it was the next morning, and Kyra was looming over her with an expression of impatience.

"Seriously, just because you don't have detention anymore doesn't mean you have the freedom to sleep in till noon now," Kyra said whilst folding her arms.

"ITS NOON?!" Angeles shouted in a panic, scrambling to get up.

"Of course not, but it got your attention, didn't it?" Kyra smirked, which made Angeles mentally smack herself. "Now seriously get up before we're late."

While they walked to school, Angeles wondered briefly if she should tell Jose and Kyra about her plan, but decided against it. It might be too early for that.

Now that I think about it... She thought, now in the present, don't I have to get Garrett's parents permisson to pay for any type of treatment? To even take him to the hospital? According to Axl, they don't even seem to think his brother has a problem.

She sighed, worrying her lip while thinking she may have bit off way more than she could chew.

It was when Angeles was nearly to her next class -apologizing profusely every time she knocked shoulders with any of the students who were crammed in the tiny hallway with her- that she was suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled roughly into a nearby broom closet. Not having any time to react, darkness surrounded her as the door shut.

"WHAT-" She nearly screamed before being harshly shushed by a voice. Then a light flicked on.

"It's just me, Angeles, calm down."

"Axl, I swear to god if you don't stop fucking scaring the shit out of me..." She glared into his irritatingly green eyes. "I don't appreciate being yanked around."

"I didn't know how else I was gonna be able to talk to you," He defended, "I rarely ever see you around school."

Angeles looked away from his face when she realized that they were once again way too close for comfort. She could practically feel his breath on her skin. Why couldn't he just pull her to the side of the hallway like any other normal person?

"Well, what did you need to talk about? Make it quick, I'm late to class," She said finally, thinking about how much she's not looking forward to the embarrassment of walking in late..

Axl breathed in as if preparing for something and looked anywhere but at her.

"Well, that's just it. I don't know how to really contact you... outside... of school..." He sounded nervous, then added, "I mean, about the thing, if you remember."

"Of course I remember the thing, it's only been a day, Axl," Angeles replied as if speaking to a child. "I was just thinking about it a second ago."

And about how the odds seem to be against me... how the fuck am I gonna do this.

A rush of worry and guilt ran through her body as she thought about having to take back her promise to Axl after all. Then she remembered the fact that she was currently stuck inside a small closet with said person (who surprisingly smelled like lavender and citrus, but that's not important) and quickly leveled her expression. She would worry about that later.