I'm Not Okay But it's Alright - Fransykes

2. Ride

I don't know what's more overrated. Sleep, or sleep deprivation. Fuck it, everything is overrated. Except death, poor guy is despised by most. He didn't want the job he has, or maybe he does, but even if he didn't he couldn't change who he was, is.

Anyways.

Friday morning while I woke up for school, I considered why I got up in the first place. What was the point of school? Education, sure. But past middle school, I'm pretty sure we know enough. Right? Or we don't, because they crammed a bunch of bs beforehand making us continue the torturous routine till adulthood. If I could rewrite the education system, I would. It probably wouldn't do much, and of course the one we have is the best we got, but I say this on behalf of 90% of the kids in this world that attend school, school is terrible.

But it is also required by law. I'm pretty sure you can drop out at sixteen, in which case I have the ability. But my parents would be devastated, and I don't have much time left, so what was the point?

So, again, Friday morning I threw on a hoodie and jeans. I woke up thirty minutes late, I'd missed the bus and no one had bothered to wake me up, not even my brother. It was a prank to him, as he didn't know I was late every day anyways and if I was late again home would most likely be called. Something I couldn't risk.

With that being said, I skipped breakfast, and with my things already packed, I rushed out the door. Down the street of my town and after the bus chasing through the road. It was stupid to try and catch it, which is why I didn't. But if I stayed in sight of it I wouldn't be too late.

But to my luck the bus, a vehicle, was faster than me, a teenage boy that doesn't leave his room much. It turned the corner and rushed off and I was left stumbling down the sidewalk breathlessly. Of course, I'd be late. Again.

"Miss the bus?" Someone asked. I whipped my head to the side to see a silver car pulled up beside me. But the person inside wasn't just anyone, but rather that blue eyed boy from the day previously.

"Why do you care?" I snapped.

He shrugged. "I thought it'd be kind of me if I offered a drive."

I glanced inside the car. There were others, but they were all high off their asses. Course.

"No, I can walk." I waved my hand for dismissal and turned to begin walking again.

"You sure? Aren't you that kid that's always late?" The boy questioned.

Oh, I'm recognized. How wonderful.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Don't your parents get called after two weeks of the same lateness?" He smirked at his fact and my face dropping.

"Fine, whatever." I opened the door and got in the smoky car, coughing on the fumes.

The boy chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Want one?" He handed me a cigarette.

I grimaced. "No."

He continued his drive, and I was honestly thankful not to be late. I kept the window down, waving the smoke away from my face while the boys in the back spoke in giggles.

I caught the boy staring at me. In fact, he'd been stealing glances at me the whole time. It was annoying, to say the least.

"What?" I snapped, turning to face him. "Am I that sexy?" I taunted.

"What- no." The boy shook his head vigorously. "You just.. you're him, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" I snorted.

"Nothing, nevermind." He resumed his, may I say, intense stare at the road. He kinda looked like a grandmother with how he stared outside so carefully, though he drove his age, a teenage boy. We almost ran over a kid at some point, I think.

"Do you and the road have some sort of rivarly?" I teased.

"What?" He glanced at me.

"You just stare at the road like you're having a showdown with it," I pointed out.

"Oh, maybe I do. So many times falling off my bike and into the street, y'know, we don't like each other too much." He shrugged and I snorted.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. We got to school soon enough, just in time actually. But he stopped me before I could leave.

"I know I know," I said. "Thank you for courteously taking me to school."

He snorted. "Well, that, but also, I never caught your name."

"Why do you need it?" I asked, slightly nervous.

He shrugged. "Because it's nice to know your name, and you owe me a favor after I drove you to school, so.."

I sighed. I didn't like being in debt, and it was simply my name. He wasn't my friend, or asking me to marry him. So I complied. "Oliver."

"Oliver.. Too long, Oli," he said quickly. "Well I'm Josh. See you later Oli." He got out and rushed into school.

What a dork.

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So I just remembered Oli is British and I am not therefore I'm too lazy to look up what weird shit you guys say

So if oli says something and any British people reading are like "wtf is that" or "no-" remember that I'm american and a lazy fuck

If theres something you think I should know though, tell me

With that being said
I think it's raining again
Yay!!
Hehehehe it r a i n