Drowning in Blood

35 - Sanders Again!

If you want to be trusted, be honest

"Told you!" I slam down my test paper on the cafeteria table.

"Let's go!" Dylan shouts, throwing his hand in the air. I high-five him and sit down in between Dylan and Zach.

"93% not bad," Tristan mutters. Luckily Chase told my teacher I was sick so she allowed me to reschedule my retake.

"Not bad. Shut up," I laugh, throwing a fry at him. He laughs examining my test.

"Did you study for the math test we have next," Tristan asks. My eyes widen on beat.

"What math test?" I ask. I didn't know we had a math test. Or study for one. Not to mention this teacher doesn't give any retakes.

"The one this afternoon. Charm you've missed so much school and you didn't study!" Tristan points out.

"It's fine. I'll just call Chase to pick me up and ditch. That way when I come to school I'll do it tomorrow," I think out loud.

"Charm, maybe you can't juggle school, training and the mafia," Zach says softly. I shake my head and pull out my phone.

"Look I'm graduating high school. I just need half a day off to study. That's it," I speed dial Chase's number four times as he keeps declining my call. Finally on the sixth call he picks up.

"What do you want?!" Chase grumbles. I ignore his unnecessary attitude as I really need to get picked up before lunch ends.

"Pick me up," I tell him.

"I'm kind of busy right now," he huffs out.

"Well, send me a driver," I suggest.

"You only have half a day of school left. Finish it," Chase hangs up before I have the chance to debate.

"Well something crawled up his ass," I mutter going through my contact list. Hendrix's name pops up first and I immediately hit the phone icon. "Hello," his voice is rough and groggy as if he just woke up.

"Hendrix! Pick me up in the next," I grab Dylan's arm checking his watch. "13 minutes please!" I beg. Hendrix can drive fast so I have no doubt he'll get here on time.

"Uhh sure. What's the address again," he questions.

"I'll text it! Just hurry," I hang up my phone and slide it in my pocket. The school has inflicted more rules and regulations against leaving early. Let's just say security and everyone is around. You actually have to get picked up like elementary school students! But during lunch you can leave whenever.

"Dylan, help me get my stuff. Bye boys and Tristan text me the questions on the test," I slide my tray of food between Zach and Tristan for them to eat. I get up and Dylan follows me out into the hallway.

"You really need a break," Dylan points out as I unlock my locker. I begin stuffing my bag with my math notes and textbook.

"I do. But life must go on," I announce. I take my bag out of my locker and Dylan grabs it holding it for me.

"This thing weighs like 50lbs," he mentions and I shrug.

"I mean yeah I'm a little behind right now. But I'll get on track," I say as we both walk towards the front door. "How much time is left of lunch?"

"4 minutes," Dylan retorts as a car speeds into the parking lot.

"Well there's my ride," I laugh while I pull Dylan into a hug. He hugs back before handing me my backpack.