5 || welcome back, school drama (part one)
Something is wrong with him.
I don't know what happened . . . one minute he was happy, then he turned upset and looked miserable.
After one phone call.
Who was he talking to anyway? His aunt? Someone else he knew? But what did they say to him to make him upset?
I have no idea.
After the birthday dinner, my parents and I went back home while Luke went back to his house. He said "he had things to do". He usually comes back to my house, staying over till midnight or he would just sleepover.
Therefore, he didn't come back. He sounded so distant and it's really worrying me.
My birthday turned out great until his lack of speaking towards us. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm really worried about him. He's acting like his old self again.
Right now I'm laying in bed, under the covers, replaying what happened at the restaurant while staring at my white plain ceiling.
"Luke . . . ?" I asked softly. He tilts his head up, then slowly turns his head looking at me. I look straight into his eyes and they look miserable and watery. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. I've never seen him look so depressed before.
". . . yeah . . . yeah, I'm fine." He said as he scrunched his nose. Why is he lying? He gives me his sad smile while I look at him feeling worried. "It was just my aunt, nothing bad." He says sniffling. Now I know he's lying.
"Luke . . ."
"I'm fine, I promise." He pushed while looking down.
Seriously, I have no idea what went wrong. Just looking at him with fear in his eyes broke my heart, I don't like seeing him like that.
I've been with him for so many years and he's keeping something from me that I'm not supposed to know. We always tell each other everything, good and bad. Moreover, I know something is wrong with him and he's not telling me anything.
I wonder what he's doing right now. Is he sleeping? Is he awake? I turn to my nightstand, looking at my alarm clock and it reads:
I hope he's awake . . .
I pick up my phone on the nightstand and I unlock it, going to my messages. I click on his name and I start to message him.
I wait for his reply and instantly he texted me back.
[ To: LUKEY!! :D ]
Read 10:06 PM
[ From: LUKEY!! :D ]
[ To: LUKEY!! :D ]
Are you okay? You seemed down at dinner, I'm really worried...
I look at the phone for a few minutes waiting for his response. It shows the bubbles signaling me he's typing me something.
[ From: LUKEY!! :D ]
I'm alright, Bella I promise.
He says he's alright, but I know something is wrong with him.
[ From: LUKEY!! :D ]
I'll talk to you later :) goodnight.
[ To: LUKEY!! :D ]
Read 10:09 PM
I put my phone back on the nightstand and plugged my white charger in the lightning connector to charge my phone overnight. I lay in bed trying to rest while laying on my side. Hopefully tomorrow I'll try to get Luke to talk to me because I know something's up.
It felt so weird not talking to Luke yesterday. It was like he was trying to ignore me or something, but I just don't know what.
It's freaking Thursday and I have to go back to the place you call school, or as I like to call it, "Hell". Who ever invented school should be punished, bad. I don't know why I liked school when I was a kid.
I'm eating my favorite breakfast in the world, Eggs, at the dining table before I head off to school. As I'm eating, I'm thinking about what say to Luke when I get to school. Do I ask him if he's okay? Who he was talking to that made him upset?
But that would be giving up his private information.
But in all awareness, we tell each other everything even if it was private or not, so he should tell me what's going on!
"Bella, are you okay?"
I snap away from my thoughts and I look at my dad in front of me, looking confused.
"Uh . . . Yeah?" I said sounding unsure.
"What's wrong? It looks like something's bothering you." He sits across from me, interlocking his fingers together on the table.
I push my plate away from me and I look at my dad with serious eyes. "Daddy . . . I don't know if you've noticed, but I think there's something wrong with Luke."
"What do you mean?" He asked, scrunching his eyebrows together.
"When we were at the Cheesecake Factory and he came back after his call . . . he looked so . . . upset and looked miserable. Before he was so happy and saying crappy stuff but after he came back, he looked upset like he did when we were kids."
Dad looks at me and looks down at the middle of the table. "Yeah I did notice that . . ." He nods, then looks back at me. "Did he tell you what was wrong with him?"
"No, he just said everything was okay." I shook my head not believing him.
". . . Well, maybe you could ask him today at school? And see what's going on." Dad mentioned.
"But he will continue saying that everything is alright and won't tell me anything." I rest the palm of my hands on the table. "And we tell each other everything . . . I don't know why he's not telling me what's wrong with him." I muttered the last sentence.
"You're his best friend, honey. You need to get him to tell you what's up with him whether he likes it or not. If it's really bothering you, that is." Dad shrugged.
He doesn't know me at all.
"Of course I want to know what's going on with him."
"Then ask him." He said, while standing up. He walks to my direction, bends over and kisses me on the cheek. "I'll see you later, honey."
"Okay, wait, where's mom?"
He chuckled nervously, "She's resting . . . we had a little intimate last night. Okay bye!" He rushes out of the room and I hear the front door close.
What is he talking about?
. . .
. . .
. . .
Oh my god! Gross!
After what dad told me, I had to get out of there. I couldn't even finish my poor eggs that was left on the table. I don't want to know what my parents do at night while I'm sleeping.
It's just gross!
Anyway, back to reality. I drove to school in my 2012 Toyota Sedan and I park in my parking space, turning off the ignition. Going to school is just terrible, you just want to shoot yourself in the head.
I open the door and I get out of the car, grabbing my backpack from the passenger seat. I close the door, locking the doors with my key. Then, I swing the backpack straps around my shoulders, putting my arms through it.
Hopefully, I'll see Luke today like he said we would on the phone.
I walk to the school, getting ready for hell.
I walk inside the front of the school, South Alden High School, not eyeing anyone because I'm not really friends with anyone except Luke. Him and I are inseparable and we don't have other friends besides each other. It's weird I know, but that's how our 'Best Friends for Life' started.
I walk by our quaint colored lockers. Rusty, tan colored lockers. I don't even know how old this school is but I know it's really old from the looks of this miserable school we go to.
I go to my locker, 504, dialing the combination. I open the locker and the first thing I see are my textbooks. Everything else is just blank because of the empty walls with no pictures or those cliché magnet mirrors you put on so you can look at yourself before you go to your next class. Unfortunately, I don't look at myself because I don't give a crap about how I look in school.
I pick up my Spanish III textbook out of my locker along with my Pre-Calculus textbook for my two classes. I'm passing the classes so far, but I don't enjoy them. The only class I like to take is English. I like to write stories and all that stuff, I guess it's just my main talent as a writer.
After putting the books in my backpack, I slam the locker shut and I see a tall figure next to me, making me flinch.
I rest my hand on my chest trying to regain from the unexpected visitor. I look who's standing next to me and I see the worst person I do not want to see.
The famous football player at our school aka the famous manwhore at our school. He tries to get into every girls pants in this school (the pretty ones). He doesn't even take 'no' for an answer, he's practically the star of the school and think he owns it.
Why is he standing next to me?
"Hey, Isabella right?" He asked smirking at me like an idiot. He doesn't even know my name? We're in the same grade.
"Yeah." I said flatly.
"So I heard you turned eighteen on Monday. Happy late birthday." He chuckled, his laugh sounds evil and repulsive.
He walks in front of me and gets into my personal space. What the hell is he doing?
"So, I was thinking, how about you and I get to know each other better?" He winked while showing his toothy grin.
He has got to be kidding me.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." I said, without caring.
"Come on, babe. I think you're really hot, so how about you come over to my house after school and we can . . . talk. And besides, I've never hooked up with a black girl before." He walks closer to where his chest is close to my face.
He's an disgusting human being I've ever met. I look up at him since I'm a midget compared to him, looking at his brown eyes.
"Listen . . . I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it's not going to work on me. Besides, I don't go for manwhores like you who bother to pick up chicks whenever they feel like it and fucks them without a care in the world."
He stares at me, furrowed his eyebrows together, nose crinkling and his mouth in a thin line. His eyes are turning black from getting angry. Then, he slams my back against the lockers while it made a loud thud noise.
Shit! Now my back hurts.
"What did you say, bitch?!" He growled. I look up at him and I see he's full of rage now. He deserved the truth and I'm the only one who got the balls to tell him to his face.
I see a crowd of people behind him, looking curious on what's going on.
"Is that Kennedy making a move on Bella?"
"Probably, she's so lucky!"
"Why is he so close to her?
"Maybe they're making a play date."
I ignore their stupid comments because they don't know what's going on. Kennedy puts his hands on my bare arms, gripping them tightly. I hiss in pain from how strong he's holding onto me.
Now, I'm starting to get scared. This is bringing me back memories.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" He asked furiously. I just look at him, not answering his question. "You're gonna answer me, bitch!" He gripped on my arms even tighter.
This is like the time when those boys picked on me when I was five.
"What are you going to do about it?" I feel my back touch the cold wall and they walk closer to me. I feel my eyes burning and my tears start to fall down on my cheeks.
"Aw, you cryin'?" Both of them laugh. I start to cry more as they're walking closer to me and the boy in the green shirt grabs my wrist, pulling me closer to them. He grips on my wrist tighter and I yelp in pain.
"Stop! You're hurting me!" I cry in pain. He grips on my wrist tighter and it really hurts. Why are they bullying me?! I didn't do anything bad to them, but they're hurting me with no problem at all. As I'm crying my eyes out, they're still laughing at me.
I snap back to reality and I can still feel his hands gripping on my arms tightly. My eyes are getting watery and I try to blink them away, but it's not working. I feel the tears stream down my cheeks, making me feel weak. I can't believe this is happening again. I feel like such a child not handling this properly.
I see Kennedy's mouth moving but I can't hear him talk because of the blood pumping through my ears. I feel myself hyperventilating by the flashbacks I'm seeing when I was little. I don't know why this is bothering me so much . . .
My eyes are in control, my tears will not stop. I feel myself hyperventilating and hear my heart pounding louder and louder. I can't even breathe normally, feeling little beats of sweat on my forehead. This is starting to scare me.
Why won't this stop? I just want it to stop!