A thud of books on the desk next to me wakes me from my daydreams of my bed and Netflix.
“Hello, earth to Cas? You okay over there?” Juliet stares down at me with a little smirk on her face.
“Thanks Jules, you know noise is exactly what I need after last night, considering you’re the one who decided on smuggling in the vodka. But other than that, I’m super, thanks.”
“Woah, no need to snap. You’re the one who insisted on body shots. You have to take some of the credit for the fun too,” she slides herself into the chair. I may have suggested it, but I didn't actually partake in that part of the night.
Of course at that moment my level of pain rose as the final bell rung through the school, signaling the start of english, fabulous.
As Mr. Parker drones on about soliloquies, I glance around at the other students to see how they survive the almost reluctant ticking of the clock. There are of course the honor roll students who were avidly taking notes on every word formed by his crooked mouth. They took up the row in front where they cannot miss a thing, even the continual spray of spit.
The next few rows are taken up by those student that no one seems to know. Those people who manage to make it through high school without all the drama and rumors that surround everyone else. God, I wish I knew how they did it. It has been almost half a year and I still don't know their names. I would give anything to be unknown, living my life without the constant glances and snickers. Walking through the halls without everyone thinking they know who you are when you haven't spoken a single word to any of them. Thats the dream.
After them are the people like me. Don't have the best grades, or really ever pay attention in class. Looking behind me, every single one of those people was at the party last night. I see two of them with their eyes closed, yet somehow still sitting upright. Next to me, Jeremy, someone who I have spent half my life going to school with yet still haven't talked to, is obviously high. He keeps looking down at his pencil and laughing for no apparent reason. I guess it must be saying something pretty damn funny, since he’s loud enough to make the class turn their heads, receiving the not so terrifying glares from the front row. What am I doing with my life to be lumped in with these people.
After one of the longest hours of my life, the bell finally signals our departure, which is worth the pain it brings my brain. On my way out I kick Juliet and she starts awake, falling sideways from her chair onto the thin carpet. Her face turns bright red as she receives snickers from passing people.
“Bitch,” she says picking herself up.
“Payback is a bitch, I know,” she reaches for my leg trying to trip me, but I easily evade her slow attempt, “even with a hangover, I will always win. Never forget that.”
“Why am I friends with you?” she mutters, her pace quickening to catch up with me.
“Because I am the only one you’ve got, so get off your high horse, and appreciate what you have,” she just rolls her eyes at me, whispering something inaudibly. All I can see are her swinging hips as she stomps down the hallway.
