𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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Blaire 》

I'll spare you the boring deets, just because we're good ole pals. The teacher got straight into business and explained the lesson like the boring butt he is, just working in this 'mental facility' makes you the least interesting person on the face of this planet. The whole time I was either zoning out, or playing with absolutely anything I set eyes on. My leg bounced on the white tiles the whole time but I only noticed it when the teacher glared at me to stop. I mumbled a quiet 'sorry' and went back to picking at the dead skin on my thumb.

I remember Levis' words from yesterday, how he didn't like the fact that I pick at my own fingers when agitated. 'Stop doing that, you'll peel your nail off.' Were his exact words. I have no idea why that stuck around in my memory since practically nothing is noted in my brain. That shit is always either empty or lost in thought in the ninth cloud. I even memorized his words for God's sake! I don't even memorize my fathers threats, the ones where I should always remember. They seem to fly past my mind every time.

It's not like the dude tolerates me, he doesn't even like it when i talk to Nonna, let alone worry about me because of something as little as picking dead skin. He just saw it as icky and annoying so he told me to stop, nothing like my delusional, fictionalized mind thought. It's the books I read. Definitely. I read too many of them anyway. I might not seem like I have time for them, which I don't think I do have plenty of. But I do squeeze books in my daily schedule somehow.

I need to reduce the nerdiness in my persona.

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Feeling a sense of relief and freedom, I rush out of the prison like class with my books messily hugged in my chest. Even more weight gets lifted off my chest in relief when I see there's no Jake Miller waiting for me outside the class. Then again, he did say the cafeteria. I'll just skip lunch then.

I love food, but I don't love it enough to hang out with Jake for it.

I walk silently with my head low to my locker, swiftly dodging the almost flying students that keep goofing around with their group of friends. I wish I could be that careless sometimes, I'm just always either worrying and stressing about something or feeling pressured into things. At least that's what I feel mostly.

The only time I don't feel like that is when I'm sleeping or listening to music.

And eating.

Sometimes, though.

I don't like hanging out with jake because he crosses many of my few boundaries.

For example, I tell him not to blow cigarette smoke in my face, he does it every time he smokes around me. He says he likes my face when I'm annoyed. Like, who even says that.

Another example, physical contact. Just no. Don't come near me unless you are on my teeny-tiny list of people I actually like hanging out with. That would be Lando, Nancy and Nonna. That's about it. If you aren't any of those, you stay away from me.

Whenever I tell him to give me just a few inches of space, he ignores me everytime. And every time he ignores me, I have to fight off the urge to beat him with a harpoon. Maybe that was the solution all along.

I finally reach my locker and twist the lock open, I swing it open and place my bio books inside. I have about fifteen minutes before my English class. Well, ten minutes but I don't feel like going to that hell hole of a class right now.

Maybe I'll get a bagel or something since lunch break is gonna be hell with Jake on my back. Literally, that dude always thinks I'm either playing hard to get or just in a bad mood and he can change that. That's the longest he's ever shown interest in anyone. Usually, his chicks last about a week, that is if they're really, smoking hot.