letting go

steinbeck

five essays.five essays for one class all due at the end of the week.that's one essay everyday for the whole week and that's only my science class.my English teacher is a prude and all the conversations and debates that happen in the class end up in a heated screaming match between us.Tyler enjoys it though he laughs and points out how red my face gets and how crack my knuckles allot when I'm calming down.he always avoids saying anything when the class is in debate even though i can tell he has something to say.

''Tyler ,what do you think....about Steinbeck' the teacher say noticing Tyler's wavering attention in his class.

''what do i think ?,do you really want to know that sir''tyler says in a flat voice.oh god.

''yes, why don't you bless the class with your opinion'' the teacher says turning to gesture around the classroom''.

''well to be completely honest i don't know how explaining how and why Steinbeck writes his women as objects in his stories,is gonna change the fact that five years from now i might be on the corner saying 'brother can you spear a dime'.....but that's just my opinion-since you asked''Tyler says.

the whole classroom goes quiet and all you here is the breathing of the students,waiting for how the teacher is going to react.i look over to Tyler smiling.that is the stupidest realist thing hes done from the first time I've really meet him.

i raise my hand and the teacher looks to me raising his eyebrow.

''i do in fact agree with Mr.Morgan....i mean unless reading his work is going to bless me with the ability to write a series of works just like his and become rich,i for one do not care''i said and had to hold back from grinning at the end.

''well since you both think that this is the time for an anarchy in class we will have to carry this uprising over to lunch,may the odds be ever in your favor during detention'' he says and the bell rings.

all the students start pilling out of the classroom.while walking out the door i feel someone grab onto my wrist .

''why do you feel the need to always man handle me you know you can just call me without having to break my arm'' i say turning towards Tyler.

''sorry ,most girls find that arousing'' he says and i pull my arms away from him starting to speak.

''i know,i know you aren't most girls'' he says taking the words right out of my mouth.

''well its good that you know'' i say nodding my head and walking away.

''wait why are you in such a rush I'm trying to talk to you''he said walking behind me.

''well we have to get to class before we are late Mr.Morgan ,although you are new here and have an excuse for being late i rather not be'' i say continuing to walk.

''i like it when you call me that'' he says growling into my ear.

i roll my eyes push him off and continue walking to our next class.

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''come on we have been to enough classes for today lets just skip one''Tyler says whining.

''no, you need to know where all your classes are so i don't have to bring you every single day.'' i say.

''what your saying you don't want to hang out with me'' he says putting on the fakest smile ever.

''yes that's exactly what I'm saying'' i smile back at him and he grins at my response.

''lets just hang out outside i need a smoke anyways.'' he says walking out the back door of the school.

i stand there with my bag in my hand for a few minutes before deciding to walk out the door looking for him.its the most responsible thing to do.

''do you have any friends here ? '' i hear him ask me the second i step outside .

''well i know everyone but i don't talk much i stay with the guys more'' i say looking at how natural he looks with the cigarette hanging between him lips.

''you haven't talked to anyone but me all day'' he points out.

''well i don't talk to the guys during school at least cause they are high up on the popularity scale and as you see I'm not'' i say sitting on the ground.

Tyler falls in place right next to me and his arm brushes against me.the wind picks up and my hair that has been noticeably growing back falls in front of my face.goosebumps rise against my skin with the quick change with temperature and i shiver.

''you cold ?'' Tyler says looking at me .

''yea'' i respond pulling my small sweater closer to my body.

''wel you should have worn a jacket'' he says grinning.

i punch him in his arm and he starts laughing.

we sit in silence for a few moments.he yarns and puts his arm around me.

''i feel sorry for you '' he says looking me straight in the eye.

''what do you mean ? '' i say leaning into him.

''everyone that ever deals with me ends up getting hurt, i tend to fuck up allot '' he says sincerly.

''well your not going to mess up our friendship'' i say putting emphasis on friendship.

he just shakes his head and pushes the bud of his cigarette into the ground.getting up he puts his hand out helping me up as the bell rings in the school.