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Oh! Why, he's gay! And I still love it. MOREMOREMORE. //bangsknifeandforkonkitchentable
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| Re: Out Of Order CHAPTER SEVEN It was weird waking up knowing that there was no worry about having to chase some hung-over bird out of my bed. Normally, that knowledge would perk up my mood, but not today. I was dragging, still bitter about yesterday. Overnight, my anger for Danny and his dirty secret grew, making me loath getting out bed and heading off to school. But it had to be done, I needed to save my sick days for the Monday mornings that I wake up on with an alcohol corroded belly. After finally taking a shower and grabbing a snack-pack for breakfast, I was out the door and on my way to school. As I walked down the road, I remembered that Danny lived so close, and that I may encounter him. This made me walk faster, hopefully to miss seeing him. It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of shuffling feet some distance behind me. Although I had somewhat of an urge to see if it was him, I forced myself to keep my eyes locked in front of me. I pulled out my mp3 player from my jeans pocket, in an attempt to block out the noise of the footsteps. Unfortunately, my hand slipped and my fingers twitched, and my mp3 player fell to the ground, behind me nonetheless. That was the story of my life. I halted, thinking at first that, hell, the stupid thing wasn’t worth it. But finally, knowing that my mum would never dish out the money for a new one, and I wasn’t planning on become a prostitute, I bit my cheek and turned around. There he was. Figures. He had stopped in his tracks, staring at me because I had turned around. He looked flustered, like he expected me to lash out at him. Our eyes met for a few moments, but I tore mine away from his soon and bent down to grab my mp3 player. He didn’t say a word, so I turned back around and kept on walking. My first few classes passed like they normally did, I would listen to what the teacher had to say for a couple of minutes, drift off for a while, then zone back in again. Though first period was a little different, I drew a picture of a dragon, devouring some little villager with choppy brown hair. Before I knew it, I was headed down to the cafeteria alone, craving a package of cookies. I bought my lunch and sat down at the same table I had yesterday, knowing that I would be eating alone. I propped my feet up on the chair directly across from me, and pulled out a pen and my notebook again while I munched in silence. I had to pull my lip ring out because it was getting sore, and probably infected. The girls I slept with liked it though, so I had to keep it. While I was sitting there minding my own business, I suddenly felt the urge to look up. When I did, of course standing in plain view of me was Danny, looking lost again as he held his lunch tray, searching for a place to sit. At first I felt sorry for him, but I soon remembered my anger, and brushed it off. I came to lunch early every day to stake out a table for myself, he’d have to learn to do that too, or suffer. Or maybe not. A call suddenly rang out from a table not that far from me. “Danny! Danny, over here, mate!” Tom’s clear voice drew Danny’s attention, causing him to smile softly. Oh, f*ck him and Tom to hell. Danny made his way over towards Tom’s table, and sat down between him and Harry. I slouched down in my chair, eyeing the group resentfully. Soon, however, the entire lot of them stood up from their table, leaving their half-empty trays and other garbage, and walked towards one of the doors. I glanced over at the clock, noting that there was still more than half of the lunch period to go. Where the hell were they going? Probably to go snort some crack with Conrad, I snickered to myself sullenly. They never came back to the lunchroom afterwards. Though I was curious, I didn’t think all that much into it. Why should I care where Tom Fletcher and his posse go, when they didn’t give two shits about me? Slowly, I could feel a deep hate rising inside of me, though I had never really despised any of them before. It was probably because they were accepting Danny in so quickly, when I wasn’t even given a shot. Time flew again, and I found myself walking into my last period class, Ms. Conrad of course. I had a feeling that I was going to be out a couple pounds by the time I left, or up a detention at least. I took the same seat where I had yesterday, and while the classroom finished filling up, I had to resist the urge to open my notebook, because Conrad was glaring at me the entire time. Eventually, she dragged her wide load to the front of the class, and began calling role. “Mr. Arnold?” She called in a montotone voice, while her triple chin danced. “Here.” Joe Arnold answered, with more enthusiasm than any boy should have, especially in this class. Conrad continued to call names, checking off every student with her red pen. She reached the J’s, then suddenly struck a wall. “Mr. Jones?” Silence. “Mr. Jones?” She called again, sounding annoyed. “Has anyone seen Mr. Jones?” I looked over to the desk beside me, and finally noticed that Danny was missing. Where the hell had he gone? Had I only imagined him here earlier? Ms. Conrad sighed. “I am almost certain I saw him earlier, and he was marked present on the attendance list.” Ms Conrad stated, as she wobbled over to her computer at her desk. After a few clicks, she nodded and stood back up. “Ah, dismissed. Alright, Ms. Kline?” Judy answered her name, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Why had he been dismissed? He hadn’t looked sick this morning, unless he decided to fake it. He probably saw how I looked at him, and got frightened off. What a little b*tch. I didn’t need him as a friend. After attendance, Conrad went into some topic that I had no interest in, the world economy or something, which I completely ignored. Class ended, and I managed to escape with my wallet and permanent record intact. I got out of the school quickly, and walked home in peace. I had thought that today was going to be miserable. Guess not. In celebration, when I got home, I first stopped in the kitchen and laid my notebook on the table, pulling out a piece of paper. On it, I scribbled a note for my mum, and left it on the freezer door, because she eats ice-cream every night while she watches her soaps. I then moved into my bedroom, dropped off my school stuff, and snagged up my light jacket. After filling the pockets with a box of tic-tacs, my ID that falsely stated that I was 18, and a rubber just in case, I left quickly to get downtown. | |||||||
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