His blurred eyes

Nova

Cue the music!

"Nola?"
"Yeah?"

I stay silent for a few seconds since I'm literally smoking a cigarette outside of school at the moment. I can feel Nola waiting for my answer.

"Going to the penthouse. Don't wait up for me. Oh and send some clothes over there."

"You little bit-"

I hang up the phone on her and smirk. She hates when I order her to do shit. Well...more like asking a favour hihi.

I let it fall a few miles away from the tree. Not wanting to burn the precious tree.

This is the thing. I'm staying in my private apartment because I don't want to be with someone's company when I found some shit out. I mean...

What if I flip out?

How can I explain this shit to Katy or George. I can't. So here I am. On my own.

Anywayyyy...I'm feeling nervous. Not only because I'm getting closer to the people I hate the most. Aka my classmates.

But because tonight...I may know it all.

And that shit creeps me out. I want to find out, I really do. But the thought of the possibility it may be something bad doesn't ease my heart.

I look back one more time at the initials we carved into my tree. Truth is...

We didn't necessarily carve our letters in.

Some people did it before us, but it was sooo old. It was fading away. So me and Rey decided to go over it and carve our own.

That's it.

But that shit is so special to me. Basically renewing history. The history of two unknowns people. I love that tree. It's mine.

All people look at me. Whispering to each other. 'Look at that psycho.'

You don't know how hard it is to not punch them right now. I breathe in and out. Until one little comment made me absolutely lose it all:

'I'm sure the mother was a hoe or something.'

I turn and bang my fist on the nearest locker. The sound echoed through the hall. Everyone turns to look at the girl on fire. Me.

I death glared the bitch who insulted mom.

"Didn't your asshole parents teach you it is rude to talk shit about people when you're not better than them in any way? Fucking bitches. You're responsible for half of this. Trust me..."

"I would kill all of you if I could."

With one more bang, I leave the people shaking in fear. They think I'm a psycho. Who knows...

Maybe it's true.

I don't focus on the last few hours. The teacher doesn't dare to say my name.

I was zoned out until a little paper plane flew to my desk. I open it with question marks above my head.

'What's the plan?' Rey. It's from Rey.

I take a black pen and write under his sentence.
'Work on our assignment first. Then we'll take a break and you'll distract your mom while I go search around the house?'

I try my best to send it back without making it obvious. Teachers' eyes are fucking sharp.

Rey eventually receives the crumbled piece of paper and read through it. I bite my nails Nola painted black again while looking at him.