"Finally! I thought I would die waiting for your lazy ass."
I roll my eyes and punch him on his back, not that hard though.
"Ouch! You are a girl or elephant? You are so strong." I roll my eyes again hearing his sarcasm.
"Yeah. I am a girl who is stronger than a jerk." I say while showing him my tongue and start running to our class before he has the time to do anything to me. I am laughing my ass off while running, and so is he with his fake anger.
"I WILL NOT SPARE YOU ALEX!" He yells as I enter the class panting. And smile wide seeing my other friends there.
"Alex?" Alessia says with a frown as I just go over to all of them and say hi.
"How was the weekend?" Scott asks me as I take the seat between him and Kate.
"YOU DICKHEAD!"
I flinch and look at Jason with my widened eyes. I mouth "shut up", but he just smirks and says,
"Who will save you now?" I roll out my tongue and smirk,
"Professor." He frowns but just then the bell rings and the professor comes in just 15 seconds later. Jason rolls his eyes and mouths me a very respective word that I would prefer to just keep in my knowledge.
"God, I hate math and it's the first class on the first day! What could be worse?"
Gracie whisper yells as we all nod in union and sigh.
"Turn your book to page 38, and let's...." The class continues.
...
"Yo Lessi! Where the heck is Kate?" Alessia looks over at me with a fake glare as I chuckle. She doesn't like it when I call her that and I love the fake anger she shows me every time I do.
"Well, Laura just went to call her here. I guess she was with Mr. Robinson."
Me and Gracie laugh hearing that particular name. Well Mr. Robinson is our physics teacher and he is such a pain in the butt. My group hates him but everyone else in the school seems to have a freaking crush on him. He is so cringe and flirty. And not at all handsome. He is one of the youngest teachers here about 24 I guess but he is a freaking teacher! And we are students! How can anyone even think about their teacher like that? It's gross. Me and my group are the anti-fan group of supposedly Mr. Robinson. I don't even know his real name to be honest.
"Hey, bitches. I am back." Kate says and sits down with us at our table.
"Here is your lunch tray. You better pay for my coffee next time." She gives me a cheeky smile and then blows a kiss making us all laugh.
"Sure bae. Anyway, you don't wanna know what Mr. Robinson was doing."
"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. He was probably tryna indirectly flirt like he always does with you girls. Jackass." Jason says as I look up to him. He blinks and gives a confused smile acting innocent.
"Where the heck were you? Lunch is almost over you idiot." He rolls his eyes and sits on the seat beside Kate.
"Elena asked for help. You know how kind I am right?" He says answering my question.
"Yea of course. As kind as a snake could ever be." He points his fork to me and says in a playful threatening tone while squinting his eyes.
"Ay lady, don't mess with me. I can make you go bald." I widen my eyes dramatically.
"Not my long smooth black hairs sire!" I am cut off by Laura's sudden voice,
"I bet Mr. Robinson is looking for a wife here." Laura says with a monkey laugh.
"Bet," Gracie says slapping me behind my head since she is right beside me. She loves to slap me so much. Bitch.
"Owww. Why only me??" Jason starts laughing but he squints his eyes when I give him the finger. In a weird comical voice, he utters,
"bEHAve yoUng LaDY, it's a school." I chuckle and shake my head. And this is it. These 6 people are the only source of light in my life. They make me the happiest. And they are the only reason I want to come to school at all. All of us are as close as anyone could ever be. It's hard for me to choose one cuz Kate, Laura, Gracie, Alessia, Scott, and Jason are all equally close to me and important to me but maybe Jason is just a little closer to me. It's a story for another time though but no love thing is involved here. We are all just friends I assure you. But we are the friends who would die for each other, at least I will. I am an overthinker so ignore whenever my weird presumptions make their way in out of nowhere.
...
"So your exams are starting? When?" My mother asks me making me halt in my steps. I turn to her with a cold face.
"Next month."
"Are you prepared for it?"
I don't know how to answer that. I am not completely prepared for that but it's not like I am not prepared at all. I have answered this question of hers a million times this week. That I don't know, and I am still preparing and that don't ask me again and again. But of course, she doesn't understand. She just wants to hear I am well prepared, but I can't lie. I am not a good liar, and I just don't know why I can't lie though I know it will be good for me and others. Fuck me.
"I am preparing," I answer her and am about to turn back to the stairs to go to my room like I was before she stopped me earlier, but she speaks making me stop again and turn to her.
"Why won't you sit here with me? Huh? Come sit and talk properly to me." I clench my fists and take a deep breath trying to control my urge to cry and yell, go to her. She is sitting on the big couch in the living room as I scan the area and sit on the chair about 4 feet away from her. That was the farthest place from her.
"So? Why are you still not prepared? Only one month is left for your finals! What do you mean you are still preparing? Do you want to keep some extra classes? For physics and math hmm? Tell me." I take deep breaths and clench my fists tightly making the nails pierce my skin as my tears back off.
"I don't need any tuition. I will prepare myself. I have told you I don't need it which means I don't!" I yell slightly annoyed and pissed at her for bringing the same topic again and again. She sighs and nods.
"Alright. As you say. I just want you to top the exams. Not like in the previous grade." I inhale a deep breath and I know my tears are going to escape so I stand up and just leave. She is used to me acting this way, so she doesn't say anything. Going to the bathroom, I lock the door and open the tap water as I start washing my hands, rubbing them together again and again and again until I feel my skin deteriorating slightly but it's not enough, so I slam my palms hard against the sink until I see bruises formed there. Tears stop and so do I then. Letting out loud breaths I take my bruised shivering hands to my cheeks and wipe the tears. Seeing my eyes red and my hair in a mess I smile and whisper
"Fuck you, Alex."
Cleaning myself up I go to my study table and start to study. But like always, I am not able to do as much as I want to.
.....