Unplanned

three days & arguments

November 5th

I sat at my desk in the beginning of second period, waiting for Abbie to arrive because she was late, which was only slightly unusual. The teacher had just shut the door before a loud bang echoed through the room. Everyone whispered, laughed or tried to find the source of the noise. The teacher opened the door to a disheveled Abbie: grey sweatpants, an old gross looking t-shirt, slippers, and her hair in tangles. Oh, and of course sunglasses.

She plopped in her seat resting her head on her folded arms, kicking her bag under the chair. One of the 3 football players we shared that class with snickered, before making a foul comment the teacher pretended to not hear.

"Suck my dick, Brayden." Abbie stood, grabbing her crotch towards him and flipping him off quite obnoxiously. Our fellow classmates giggled, while I yanked her by the arm into her seat. "What? He started it!" I squinted at her statement.

"Really? You sound like you're 7 years old," I shook my head, looking at my book before whipping back to stare at her. "Why are you even letting him bother you? He's not even wo-" My eyes widened in horror, hoping what I was thinking happened didn't happen and hoping she understood what I was thinking and silence my thoughts immediately. I watched her mouth, waiting for her lips to move in the formation of the word "no". Nothing. A loud gasp I didn't mean for escaped and Abbie smacked my arm. "Abigail Renee! You did not!" I smacked back at her, only to receive an eye roll and shush.

"Can you please shut up? I know I'm stupid, it was a stupid mistake! I'm a whore. Slut. Scumbag. I get it." Her anger and annoyance were more than obvious.

"You know I would never slut shame you. He's just gross." I chuckled, yet she only glanced at me from the corner of her eye. I made kissy noises at her until she leaned close enough for me to kiss her cheek. She smiled and turned towards the obnoxious, utterly boring lecture occurring at the front of the class. My mind began drifting as I created random doodles in the corner of my notebook page. I thought back to the other night with Everett, in his truck overlooking the trees as the sun set. It was truly a scene set in a movie, maybe without the sex, but still. I don't know how the kid gained so much of my mental space so quickly, but I wasn't upset by it. I attempted to draw his face in a miniature version, but then his face was suddenly distorted; a mustache tied everything together. I giggled, earning a weird look from Abbie. The doodles grew across the page and before I realized it, the bell was ringing signaling the end of class. My classmates rushed out of their desks into the hallways to meet up with friends. I tore the page from my notebook and folded it into a small square, sliding it into my back pocket.

As we walked out of the classroom, Abbie filled me in on the details of her night before, from the events leading to the dirty deed, and the dirty deed itself. I was startled by a familiar strong, arm being thrown around my shoulders and cologne floating in my nose. I looked up to be met by a very cheesy grin, and the handsome face it was plastered on. Before I knew it, he captured my lips with his for a quick, but leg-melting kiss.

"Ew, get a room." Abbie pretended to throw up, clutching her chest in a dramatic fashion as always. It was a part of her personality to exaggerate certain actions or parts of herself. Everett rolled his eyes, about to make a comeback before I cut him off.

"I think you did last night." I raised my eyebrow, before she threw a quick wave and skipped away. Like, actually skipped. I wrapped my arms around Everett's torso in the most awkward way possible as we walked down the hall. He laughed at me, filling me in on the activities of his gym class. Gross. He pulled me off to the side of the hallway, in small nook and kissing my forehead. His lips were softer than the skin of a peach and I hope I never get use to it. "Hey, how are your other classes going? We only have a month until finals." Everett's smile dropped from his face and he started walking to his locker that was only a few feet away. Confused I followed and pushed at his arm while he turned the lock.