Verse/Luka/Second school day
From Create Your Own Story
You go to school. There's no real reason not to, really. Except maybe your sore body, but whatever.
Some twenty minutes later, you walk up to your friends. Only Lea and Jake are here today, and they welcome you the usual way: hugs and shenanigans.
"We missed you yesterday," Lea says, letting go of you.
"Yeah, where were you man?" Jake asks.
"Heh" is all you can say, considering yesterday. "Places," you answer. "Anyway, anything interesting happen yesterday?"
They shake their heads. "Nah man, it was just another day. What'd you do?"
Just another day indeed. "Um..." you start, "same old, same old. Smoke, play, waste the day away."
He nods. Your friends know of your little habit, just like they know about your nightmares. They don't mention it often, though. "Okay," he says.
The bell rings, and you exchange "see yas." You don't watch Lea move away today, rather head straight to your boring first period. You waste it as you usually do, chatting with Blake over the girls in your class, only this time, you're far braver.
"Dude," you say, "you see her?" You point to a girl with light-brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and dressed in a tight-fitting pink tee and short-shorts.
"The one dressed like a slut?" Blake asks.
"Yeah," you answer, "her. Bet she'd blow us?"
He looks her over, thinking. She is dressed in skimpy clothes, and chatting to another girl beside her. "Maybe," he answers.
"Dare you to ask," you whisper excitedly, punching him softly on the arm as you do.
"What??" he goes.
"Ask her if she'd blow you!"
"Why don't you??"
"I'll ask her friend if you ask her!"
He looks the friend over. She's got shorter pale-blond hair, and is dressed in a white tee and black jacket, wearing tight jeans. There's a few friendship bracelets around her hand, and a leather choker around her neck. "The friend's a cutter," he whispers back with a sneer.
"That's why she's mine," you reply with a giggle.
"What if they report us?" he asks.
"They won't," you say. Probably won't, anyway.
He looks pressured for a moment, before finally saying, "Fine. When?"
"Now." The teacher's standing in the front of the class, droning away about ecosystems and how they're interlocked. It's a presentation, and the lights are off; the window-light isn't particularly bright.
"Alright," he says. You and he sit on the back row, by the second door, while the two girls are in the seats in front of you, though over a few meters away. Blake silently slips under the table and crawls to them; he gets a few stares from the kids on the other back-row, but no one moves to talk. You hear him whisper to the girl, then a soft gasp and a giggle.
Then he returns, grinning. "She said yeah?" you ask, slightly shocked.
"Yep," he answers. Blake isn't bad-looking by any means; he's actually kind of cute, with lengthy blonde hair falling about, and a pair of bright aqua eyes. His face is nearly always beaming brightly, though his body does have a few extra pounds. "Your turn," he says, as he slips back into his seat.
You...
