alive

four [elle]

"come on / come on / put your hands into the fire" - thirteen senses, into the fire

[elle]

I stuffed my books in my arms, my bag was already full, and I only had to make it to my car. I bumped my locker shut with my elbow, the clang echoing throughout the halls, already rid of the majority of it's frequenters.

Before I knew it, I was walking down the school steps, hoping for a couple more successful meters. I was sporting a pair of sore arms, and all I had to do was make it to the car.

I almost did.

But my arms gave up on me, and medieval history, biology, calculus, and Emily Dickinson, all came tumbling out of my arms.

I puffed the strand of hair that fell in front of my eyes, though, and leaned down to pick it all up.

"Do you need some help?"

And standing in front of me was the same person from that morning, who had practically mocked me for helping out a teacher.

"Not from you, no." I muttered, looking back down at my books before me, and beginning to strategically place them in my arms.

"Oh, come on." He said, "I didn't mean it, okay?" And he was crouched down, grabbing all but my poetry book, and standing back up.

I sighed, and ignoring him, made my way to my car. I unlocked the door, and tossed Emily Dickinson into my passenger seat, along with my messenger bag. He was standing behind me, and simply sported an amused expression as I pulled my other books from his arms, and tossed 'em in as well. This was followed by me climbing into my car, shutting the door, and ignoring him once again.

"What, no thank you?" He said, smart ass, amused expression still stuck firmly in place.

I started the car, avoided hitting him, and pulled out of the parking lot. Leaving him, and his stupid brown eyes, and his stupid leather jacket behind.

No, no thank you.

∞ 

I drove again that night. Left at about one fifteen, and returned at one forty-five. Saying my mother was getting curious would be the least I could. Lately, when I pulled up, her bedroom light would still be on and visible from the driveway. And when I walked by her door to get into my room, it would be off. Tonight was not one of these nights, fortunately. Nor did I see any rampant teens, or hear any misplayed commercials.

It was all normal, too normal, and I disliked it.

Things were the way they were supposed to be, and it didn't feel right. I disagreed the next morning though.

So I slid into the school doors at 6:55, locked them behind me, and didn't let any boys in. Especially not that one.

it's really short, and blech. but i needed to update and i wasn't going to write more for this chapter anytime soon.