The Words I Never Said [editing]

3.1

danielle

The the lunch bell rings, and Jonas and I make our way to the cafeteria. I look around, the same stares and 'why?' looks on students faces surround us.

Jonas gets in front of me in the line. We wait a few minutes then grab our food and pay for it.

I think Jonas learned not to pay for my food after what happened with the "pizza incident".

Jonas and I sit at our same table, no one even glancing our direction this time.

I take my fork, sticking it into the spaghetti. Twirling my fork, I pick up a few noodles, so I stick them in my mouth.

Jonas and I fall into casual conversation, mostly about the art project coming up in a few days in Mr. Lowe's class.

"What are you going to do yours on?" Jonas asks.

me: I don't know honestly. And I can't believe that Mr. Lowe would let us decide what we want to do ourselves. He could have at least gave us a style- wether we have to do a portrait, still life, or abstract. Something like that.

It takes Jonas little over a minute to read my text.

"True, but at the same time, I like that he gave us that freedom to do whatever we want to do," Jonas ponders.

me: Also true.

me: I have a few questions that I want to ask him though. I want to know if we're allowed to do photography. Or if painting is allowed (if photography isn't).

"I'm pretty sure that both of those would be acceptable, since he just told us to "do something your proud of that's creative and unique."," Jonas says, quoting Mr. Lowe.

I nod my head.

"But I mean, Mr. Lowe does seem a little..." Jonas spins his pointer finger around his head.

I try to hide my laughter, but it doesn't work. I let out a giggle from Jonas' rude comment.

me: Jonas... Wasn't that a little rude?

"Yes, but you do agree. Don't you?" he asks me.

me: Yes and no. I think he just has a creative and artistic way of thinking.

"Yeah, "creative and artistic"," Jonas scoffs.

I hear a breathy whistle from behind Jonas. The sound is quite disturbing and the rhythm upbeat. The combination of both together gave off an eerie vibe.

I look behind Jonas, coming face to face with William.

God. Again? I thought he finally left us alone for now.

"How are you doing Danielle?" he asks mockingly, "It seems as if you're happier now with Jonas around."

I nod my head slowly, looking down at my tray.

"I hate it," William says, "and do you know what I do with things I hate? Hm?"

I shake my head, no- still looking down.

"I get rid of what causes the problem." William smirks. "Do you know what the cause of this problem is?"

I don't reply. William is starting to scare me with all of his questions.

"Cat got your tongue, Danielle?" Jonas laughs evilly. "It's... You!"

He points at Jonas, his finger jabbing into Jonas' back. Jonas has a look of pure anger on his face. I know he's holding so many actions inside of him, but he looks ready to explode at any moment.