The Deceased

Chapter Three- You're unwanted

"I don't know what to tell you, Valley walley. That guys a weirdo." Jane snaps off more of her chocolate and smiles a purposely brown smile at me as i look up.

""Wait, do you know him?" I ask.

She scoffs and tucks her hair behind her ear, "dude, everyone knows him, he's our English teacher. I swear, you need to start paying more attention in school."

Repeatedly, i groan and slap my homework sheets over and over again against my cheeks, "i've been talking for ages, have you listened to anything i've said?"

"Uhm, of course," she spreads out her fingers on the counter, as if it were obvious, "what kind of friend would i be if i didnt listen to you?"

Smirking, i ignore that and rest the homework on my head. "Stop that," Jane snatches them and spreads them out, glaring at each one, "wow, this extra credit thing looks pretty hard. No wonder you're pulling your hair out."

My hands touch the top of my head, feeling the small empty area where the scalp is sticky. My face turns red and i look down. This morning i had tried my best to part it somewhere it would cover it up, i guess i missed some.

"Give that back," i snatch the homework back and look it over, deciding i would do more of it when Jane is not here, so i could concertrate. "I was talking about someone i saw today."

Jane makes a sound to say she heard me, and picks up my Turkish Delight from the bench, despite my gasp, and takes a big bite out of it. Next, i look up to see her make a disgusted noise and throw it all back up on the bench.

"Why? Why would you do that?"

She laughs, wiping her mouth and shaking her head, "that is disgusting. How can you eat that?"

I sigh, something it seems like im doing alot of these days, and throw my Turkish Delight in the bin.

"Don't you worry," she says, "I'll clean it up." With that, she rises from her stool and gets the sponge off the sink.

"Not that, dad will kill me if you get vomit on his favourite sponge."

"Favourite sponge," she repeats, looking it over. "Looks like a pretty normal sponge to me."

"Use a paper towel instead."

She nods, but I realise soon after, while she aimlessly searches the kitchen, that she has no idea where it is. I wait for her to turn to me in question before i open my mouth. "Seriously? You've been in this kitchen so many times. You've cooked in this kitchen."

Her hands rest on her hips, "Woman, i don't cook with paper towels.You ask me where all your trench coats are and i can label them alphabetically or chronologically, i can even colour-code them. I'm not the queen of paper towels."

i shrug, knowing she is right. The amount of times ive taken her unwillingly into my room to show her my trenchcoats, i'm not surprised that she knows where i keep them all. "They're above the oven."

"Now," she reaches, her dress clinging to her for dear life, "continue your story."

"It's really not a big deal, i'm just wondering if you know if there are any new people. I saw someone i hadn't seen before in the year 12 halls."

"Why do you want to know?" Cleaning up her mess, she picks chocolate out of her teeth. I've always wondered how she can be so clean, yet so gross at the same time. "Do you like him?"

"I havn't even met him. It was just eye contact."

"Eye contact says alot. Did he look seductive? interested? Disturbed?"