Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

33: Back To Hell

Great grey clouds in the sky. Rain willing to fall down. Wind blowing wildy outside.

I got in my hoodie, my black skinny jeans and my all stars and grabbed my phone, earphones and backpack. I was making my way to hell, once again.

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- PLEASE, SHUT UP! - I yelled at Hellen after 10 minutes of her uncontrollable chatting with her dumb friends in class.

- Excuse me? - I felt she was looking at me, but I didn't bother looking at her.

- Stay quiet for fucks sake. - I sunk my face on my arms on the desk. - I can't take your constant talking over there anymore.

- I talk as much as I want to. - She turned back to her friends and continued the enthusiastic chat abour how hot the guys at the gym were. I sighed.

Classes without Alex, Nadia or Peter were the worst. They were all listening to the cool and funny algebra teacher in the second floor and I was here with the dumb history professor that can't even talk straight. I want to punch someone.

- Mrs. Mackenzie, please pay attention here. - The teacher called me. I don't even know his name.

- I can't concentrate with all the talking over there. - I looked up at him and shook my head in Hellen's direction.

- Please, mrs. Collins, be quiet. - He turned around to the blackboard and we barely had time to blink before Hellen was talking again.

''I swear I could get up and punch that whore a few times, but I won't do that. I don't want to have to leave school running and then end up in the hospital again.''

I sunk my head in my arms again and fell in a light sleep. I woke up with every loud noise but easily fell asleep again. Guess I should've actually slept last night instead of just crying.

''Ugh.''

The bell rang, but I didn't bother to move. The English class was there anyway, so I should just wait for people to get in and see me like that.

I felt someone poking me, but I wasn't feeling like interacting with anybody. It poked me again and I moaned.

- Anna. - I moaned again and it poked me again. I looked up.

- What? - I was expecting to be Alex, Peter or Nadia, so they would understand me, but it wasn't any of them. It was Trevor, a weird guy that always sat next to me. He was kind of like me; always alone, the creepy one, that didn't fit in, smartass, nerd. But I had to admit he was handsome. Those dorky glasses and that light brown messy hair. I guess I kind of have a thing for messy hair. Trevor seemed to be nice. We never really spoke before. Anyways. - Um, hi Trevor.

- Hey... I'm sorry to interrupt your sleep, but, ummm... - He is pretty shy. I smiled to make him feel less intimidated, even though it was me he was talking to. - Can I get a picture with you?

I was speechless. What did pretty-shy-smart guy I never talked to just said?

- W... what? - I had a confused expression stamped on my face.

- Umm... I saw Bastille's performance on the O2 on Saturday... you were amazing, I'm sure you'll be famous by soon. I want to get a picture before you completely forget about this school and get over all these people here. - I blushed, but still smiled.

- Thanks, Trevor... Sure, let's take a picture together. - He got his iPhone and placed it in front of us. I saw my face in the frontal camera and ugh, I looked like shit. He took the picture and thanked me again. - Umm, Trevor... - He looked at me. - We can be friends, you know?