“𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.”
I waited tiredly in AP Bio for Ms. Greggory to finish her intense lecture on evolution. I was whole fully disappointed to see my schedule was filled with mainly advanced classes. I don’t know who told my guidance counselor I was actually smart.
My eyes glanced up at the clock above the door. Three minutes left until lunch, then I would be able to see them. Damon never did call last night, I waited for hours before realizing it was a waste of time.
I even woke up extremely early to catch a ride with them while they carpooled in Cecile’s beaten down Toyota. Once again I waited only to realize they weren’t going to come. It felt like they were ignoring me; it didn’t help that when I made it to school none of them could be found idling around as they usually did.
Lunch time was my saving grace. No way could they run from me then. As if the bell heard the impatience in my head, it rang causing me to fling my things into my bag racing through the door before anyone else.
“Mikita wait!” What is it now!
Someone always decided to call me when I was busy with my own thing.
I stopped in my tracks waiting against the water fountain for the person to catch up to me. When they finally stepped into my line of sight I realized it was the boy from yesterday.
I rolled my eyes already bored. “You just can’t leave me alone huh?”
“I would if every word out your mouth didn’t put me off. It’s hard trying to help someone but they piss you off and you end up having to try again the next day.”
I cocked my head at him fully taking him in. His eyes were a bright alluring blue, I had the suspicions he put in contacts. It didn’t fit him as it should. Freckles aligned around the edges of his eyes and as if he wasn’t already filled up with facial features, there was a little heart shaped mole at the bottom of his lip. Every time he spoke it peeked out but otherwise you wouldn’t even notice it.
“What do I need your help for? And make this quick I have somewhere to be.”
He pulled out a strip of paper out his back pocket. “Go to the address on here after school.”
“Just tell me what this is and stop wasting my damn time.”
“Well if you would just follow the directions everything would be clear to you. Not everyone is out to get you.”
“What’s your name?”
“So I can tell the cops if it’s some plan to sell my organs.”
Mr.Curly Contacts scoffed at me and walked away. Now with a person like that why the hell would I go to some random ass place I have never heard of.
Suddenly, I realized that he had made me lose a few minutes off of the time I was suppose to be intercepting my friends at lunch.
I dashed into the cafeteria looking around wildly. My eyes finally landed on Cecile laying down on Damon’s lap. They had sat at the table near to the window instead of the usual middle that they had made theirs since I knew them junior year.
I walked up to them, my gaze fixed on Princesa smiling wildly telling them some story.
“What the fuck is this?”
They all looked up at me-Princesa stopping midway through her sentence. I threw Cecile’s legs off of a seat and sat down. I watched as she sat up tiredly without a care as per usual.
“What’s with you ditching me all day?”
“You’re being delusional.” Princesa said stabbing into the mac n cheese served in today’s lunch.
I shrugged off my bag letting it drop to the floor. “You purposely didn’t pick me up today.”
“Mikita we aren’t entitled to be your uber to school.” I directed my dirty looks towards Damon. “I mean come on no harm was meant by it.”
These fuckers are really trying to play me out to be the dumb one.
“Cecile you didn’t even come to the one class we shared together. Let’s here the excuse for that.”
She looked me straight towards me and smiled. “I don’t owe you any explanation. You should remember that.”
The images from last night popped into my head as I stared at Cecile and Damon. Nothing had been making sense lately.
“You guys are acting like Lightning Mcqueen when he had to be around rusty cars.”
Damon grinned being the only one to get the reference. Princesa was obviously confused while Cecile didn’t even seem to hear what I said.
“Did I do something wrong?” Just yesterday Cecile was telling me not to care for them but yet she had banded against me with them.
Damon sighed. “No Mikita, just give us a day to ourselves. We are all good friends at the end of the day.”
I had a feeling that wouldn’t be true. The bell sounded overhead, I wanted to interrogate them some more but they left without giving me another glance back.
What the actual hell just happened?
I sat at the table for several minutes before I took my bag back up and trudged to McKlane’s office. Something wasn’t right about all this and the old man had been trying to warn me about them the other day.
I entered inside his office without knocking.
My eyes widened in shock to see Cecile inside. It wasn’t just Cecile, it was her pivoted towards the door her up on top of the desk on all fours with McKlane behind her. As the door closed behind me she widened her eyes.
“Fucking hell McKlane, you didn’t shut the damn door.”
It wasn’t the sight that left me bewildered and frozen at the door it was McKlane’s head popping up to look at me. I know curiosity killed the cat but how the hell did they end up like this when lunch just ended and was he eating her ass?
I was disgusted at the idea that he just might be. So instead I strode over to the same chair I had been sitting in when I came yesterday. I sat down clasping my hands together.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A special case of delinquent control in the hands of our very own Plymouth High principal.”
I pretended to be deeply thinking as I spoke, “So was this why you told me to be wary of them? Cause fucking one was too risky and you were scared I would find out? Because no offense sir right now it’s not looking too clear.”
Cecile hopped off the desk dragging up her clothes. She watched me as she buttoned her shirt and pants before sitting back down on the desk with her legs thrown over each other.
“Well at least it’s just you. Nothing to worry about here.”
Nothing to worry about, oh she thinks I’m that nice. I treat her way too well.
“Precisely for the fact that it is me, you should worry.” I looked down at my disgruntled nails mirroring the stance of being unbothered that always plague Cecile’s face. “I won’t let anyone know about this and you can keep your disgusting affair with this old man if you tell me why you guys have been acting so weird.”
“Simple Mickey, you do too much. We have a system between us and we thought you would understand it by now. You are way too interested in making us out to be some perfect close knit family. Sure we are best friends but that doesn’t mean we all like each other for real.”
“We like you, me especially. You remind me of myself sometimes, but you need to let us do our own thing.”
“When have I tried to do any of that?”
“How many times have you compared us to others and tried to force us into being another person? We aren’t perfect but we are content with it. The shit you pulled on Princesa crossed the line. Stop judging her, stop judging us. The looks you throw our way like you’re any better.”
" You guys are-”
“Save it, I answered your question. If anything you saw here gets around you will be sorry.”
She left not even giving McKlane a second look. He sat there with his head in his hand. I didn’t feel like dealing with a pathetic excuse for a man and left. I didn’t want to go to class and instead wondered around stuck in my head.
Why were they suddenly trying to make it seem as if I did something wrong? This adding up to the letter I received yesterday didn’t sit right.
Sure there were times I would urge the group to be more loving to each other. But that was just good advice, we are expected to be best of friends yet most times it seems like our laughter is forced. Is it really so bad to see other friend groups willfully supporting each other and not wish our own was like that? The looks I throw are hardly anything bad, most times I just don’t understand why they don’t want to be closer to each other. Damon’s insensible laughter towards severe situations comes across as disrespectful towards Princesa when she wants to express her concerns. Cecile not caring about anyone until she finds away to spin it to her benefit is depressing. They’re my friends, I can’t help wondering why we can’t be normal and sincere to each other.
Excuse me for even caring at all. I want the best for them, they are like my extended family. I only want them to see it that way as well.
“Did you see it?” I turned around to see Keith Burgs sitting outside McKlane’s office. I had heard his hair was unnaturally curly but today it was dry and straightened. He must have permed his hair for some reason.
A smirk lifted to his face as he spoke. “McKlane and his lover of course.”
My jaw almost dropped to the floor. I rushed over to his side as I looked around. “How do you know?”
He laughed haughtily. He smelled like mold and cheese, my nose wrinkled at the stench.
“I’m here everyday on bad behavior. It doesn’t take much to realize a student comes here repeatedly everyday at this period or before school even starts.”
“You haven’t told anyone?”
“Why would I? I don’t care, McKlane’s winning some fresh meat and maybe losing a job but I’m sure he thought about the risks. ”
“Keep your mouth shut.”
Keith tilted his head to the side as he took me in. ” I will if you let me take you out.”
Not if you were the last guy on Earth.
“Nope, I’m good.” I popped my P and got up to leave but he grabbed my wrist.
“I don’t always look this bad cupcake.”
“Regardless.” I yanked my hand out of his hold mentally noting to find some soap later. “I’m fine without it.”
I heard his laughter as I made my way to the bathroom. I entered inside aggressively washing my hands. Keith was a disgusting human being. I stared in the mirror for a while noticing that dark circles had swollen my face. Sleep was not as eventful as I hoped it would be last night.
Maybe it had to do with the strange letter and everyone suddenly coming up to me about my friends. Cecile’s face on top of McKlane’s desk came back in my head causing me to gag. I mean sure that was the worse thing to see but Cecile was nineteen, it was legal enough.
The piece of paper I was given today with the address stuck out my uniform pocket. I decided to make the dumbest decision of my life and go to the strange location.
Things were already wild enough these last few days so what the heck, what’s the worse that could happen?