I get this weird feeling that someone is watching me. Basically, I just give myself the creeps with my mind. But I wouldn't be surprised if someone has been looking at me all day.
Like when I'm at school, I'll look up and people will look away from me, although I already knew they were staring at me the whole time. I thought that maybe I was just ugly or maybe I had a huge zit on my face and everyone but me was able to see it.
Until this one lucky day after school. I was sitting at Kyles conputer with him and he told me that people have been asking about me. They've been wanting to know why Augustus James never spoke and never laughed. Well honestly, it was simple, I didn't give a fuck about anyone other then Kyle. Kyle and I have been best friends since 7th grade. Sure it doesnt seem that long but friendship has no time requirements.
Kyle put his cigarette out in the ash tray and squinted at me. "Why do you think everyone at school sucks?"
I'm pretty sure I just made the dumbest face ever in reaction to that ridiculous question.
"Well, Kyle, I'm going to be blunt with you. They are all blind zombies who think all the social media drama and pop artists will be the only important parts of life. And I don't want to be a part of that apocolypse."
He got out two cigs and lit them both and gave one to me. "Gussy boy, high school will be over sooner than you know it and you havent had a girlfriend in over a year. Not to mention even gave a girl a flirtatious look. When are you going to loosen up and talk to a girl again?"
I took a long drag of my cigarette and shrugged and said "most of the girls I see all look the same and have bad personalities".
Let me tell you something about Kyle, he always has a girl to talk to. To flirt with, to fuck, ect. And for some reason, he thinks I should too. But my last relationship made me realize that I don't need a girl. Or want one.
"Danny is having a party this saturday, you should go with me" Kyle avoided eye contact until I answered.
"I don't know man, I barely even know Danny what if he doesn't want me there" okay that was a bad excuse but its too late to take it back.
"I already asked him if it was okay that I brought a friend. Hes cool with it, and you're going."
Fine. I'll go. I just dont think its a very good idea. The last party I was at didnt end too good.
"Okay, whatever, I'll go, but I gotta get home or my dads gonna be mad" I put my jacket and walked out the door.
I started walking up the hill and towards the road to my house.
The best part about coming home is seeing my dog get excited to see me and seeing my cat rub against me for attention
