Hangover as hell, I still go to school the next day, not because I'm avoiding Mom and Dad or going to come back in mid-afternoon, and if I stay home and call in sick to school, they're going to see the mess and they're going to know it's me. Maybe I don't think Robert came when I was asleep and messed up the whole house without stealing anything.
Even thinking the words, I know it's stupid.
A squirm under the harsh lighting of the biology lab. I'm doing chicken scratches.
I like it here—no social interactions, no annoying teacher telling me how I should transfer to a gifted school and how he'll miss me when I graduate, which is about two months from now—but whatever.
Weirdly, I don't give a fuck. the prospect of having a future is oddly confronting.
I fumble with the paper, and I end up doing a weird infinity sort of shape. I stare at it, frowning. Why did I do that?
"Rachel." I raise my head towards the voice. Mr. White, the teacher and cast me a look, "It's the end of the day."
I pack up all my stuff including the notebook that I've been drawing in. I go to the hallway, I see him. It's Jacks.
He still wearing the same clothes from the party, a sweatsuit that looks like it was made for him and the thin T-shirt that clings to his muscles. He has a sort of confused expression, and I try not to stare at him, but he locks eyes with me. His eyes going wide, and he goes right towards me.
Before he has the chance to say anything insulting, I go first. "You were an asshole yesterday, you know that?"
Eyebrows shoot up as if he didn't expect me to be this upfront with him, so I bear on my anger getting the better of me, "Calling me a whore? Seriously? I should have known you'd be the picture definition of an asshole jock, Jacks." I toss his name as if it's a curse.
Now that I'm looking at his face the well of anger just burst free. "Rachel," he starts, but I cut him off, not letting him have even a single word. "Where were you all day? It's practically the end of the day. You know what? I don't care. Fuck off where you came from, asshole."
I give one look behind me, but he disappears as if he were never there. I look around, the hallway is empty, and I feel like I'm going insane.