No Turning Back

And the Downward Spiral Continues

Why is it only Wednesday, I thought as I dragged myself down the hallway. I was so tired. Zac had woken me up at 3 in the morning crying about a nightmare he had. So, I coerced him into going back to sleep but he fell asleep in my bed. I fell asleep not too long after that but it had taken me a whole hour to get him to go back to sleep so I barely had an hour to rest. I wearily looked around at my surroundings to notice all of the new Homecoming decorations looming around. There were tons of school spirit banners hanging up on the walls, school stickers covering kids' lockers and the school colors of blue and yellow hanging around in streamers against the hallway lights. I had almost forgotten that homecoming was right around the corner. I should have known though, since I was part of the council that was helping set it up. I guess that I should also be excited for it considering I am both the student body president and the quarterback of the football team. Everyone was already putting me on a pedestal since I was the reason the team has been undefeated for the past four years. I'd made varsity my freshman year and have been leading the team to endless victories ever since. While, I just liked playing football and happened to acquire good skills, everyone thought that I was some kind of prodigy. Usually, around this time of year, I would be bathing in praises and partying it up with my football teammates. Yea, I will admit that I could party and drink myself to the core. I wasn't all that perfect. Still human, here.

Anyway, this year, I just wasn't in the mood for it. I didn't feel like being around loud music and people who had lost their common sense. That was weird though. I used to love that part of my lifestyle but now, I'm starting to feel a bit disgusted about it. Although, I was a lot smarter than my teammates, I never thought of myself as better than them or anything. That's why I found this new irritation a bit strange. But then again, maybe it was just stress or something. I mean, I did have a lot going on with my classes this year and my family and everything else. Or at least I really hoped that it was just stress. But yet, I still felt as if there was something more than just stress. My heart felt heavy and sometimes I felt like I was suffocating between everyone. I also felt drained a good half of the time. Ever since football season started back up, I've been having practice four days a week. All of that was killing my body. Plus, I still had to juggle homework, student council meetings, babysitting my brother, and now Mia. Damn, I have way too much on my plate.

Mentally, I sighed. I wished that I could just take a couple days off from life and just relax. Now would actually be a good time for me to get sick and just lay in bed for a day or two.

Suddenly, my eyes flicked to Mia who was putting books into her locker. She was dressed in the normal uniform for girls which was a skirt and a blouse with her hair falling down over her small shoulders. I smiled at the sight of her and quickly crept up behind her. "Hey beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I wrapped my arms around her waist. She jumped in surprise at the sound of my voice but turned her head to meet my eyes. Her cheeks were a bright red while her big blue eyes were bright with infatuation. Her pink lips pulled up into a big smile.

"Hi handsome," she replied before I leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"How are you," I murmured against her soft skin. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted through my noise, causing that lurch in my stomach again. I ignored my body and continued to indulge in her sweet scent.

"Well I'm good now that you're here." I smiled into her neck. "How are you?"

"Tired," I said as I reluctantly pulled my head up. I let go of her to lean on the locker beside hers. "My little brother woke me up in the middle of the night."

"Nightmares," she asked as she shot me an empathetic smile. I nodded.

"Yup but he's four so I think that's normal. The whole 'monster under the bed or in the closet' phase and what not."