DPOV
Stefan, Tyler, The Cheerleaders, Jeremy, and I were sitting on the floor, all laughing. Matt was pouting in corner.
I reached over and lit Elena up. She started coughing as soon as she breathed in the smoke.
"Chicks, cannot hold der smoke!" Tyler said "That's what it is!"
"Do you know how popular I am? I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school..." Elena said.
"Poor baby." I muttered bitterly.
TannerPOV
I was in the basement, looking through old files.
"Mister, oh mister Tearney...a history of slight mental illness? Wooh, no wonder he's so fucked up!" I muttered to myself. I went through some more when Alaric walked in.
" Afternoon, Dick..." He said. I heard the double meaning behind my name.
"Hey Ric, how you doin'?" I asked.
"Good..."
"Good, what's up?" I asked, opening another file.
"Not much, what's happening...what are you doing in the basement files?"
"Oh, nothin' nothin' here. I'm just doin' a little homework here..."
"Homework, huh?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah..."
He laughed and and came over to see what I was looking at.
"Confidential files...hmmm?" He said, giving me a hard look.
"Look, Ric...this is a highly sensitive area and I-I tell you something...certain people would be very, very embarrassed. I would really appreciate it if-if-if-if this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us..." Why am I so scarred of this guy? Yeah, he was bigger than me, and had better muscles, and a pretty girlfriend but...
"What're you gonna do for me, man?" He asked.
"Well-well what would you like?" I asked. He dropped his arms.
"Got fifty bucks?" He asked.
"What?"
"Fifty bucks..."
SPOV
"No, no, man, no; you got a middle name?" Tyler asked me.
"Yeah, guess..." I muttered.
"Your middle name is Lee, as in puke..." Jeremy said, from behind us.
"...your birthday is November 5, you're five-nine and a half you weigh a hundred and fifty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1...3." He smiled.
"Wow!" Tyler said. "Are you psychic?"
"No..." He said, shaking his head, then flipping his hair out of his eyes.
"Well would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?" I asked. I got up from his seat and reached into him back pocket.
"I stole your wallet..." He grinned.
"Give it to me..." I said.
"No..." He said.
"Give it!"
He tossed it to me and I opened it.
"This is great...you're a thief too! Huh?"
"I'm not a thief!" He yelled.
"Multi-talented!"
"What's there to steal? Two bucks and a beaver shot!"
"A what?" Tyler asked.
"He's got a naked picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted!"
"Alright, let's see it!" Tyler said, reaching for my wallet.
==============================================================================DPOV
I leaned against the back of a chair, going through Elena's purse. I picked up one of her makeup brushes and pretended to brush my teeth it. I wanted her to laugh, and when she didn't I looked up. She was looking through my pictures.
"Are all these your girlfriends?" She asked, not looking up.
"Some of them..." I murmured, looking down at my lap. I didn't want to go into girlfriends right now.
"What about the others?"
"Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some...I just consider..." Like her sister had just considered me.
"Consider what?"
"Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them... '
"You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?"
"Do you?" I asked, looking up and meeting her eyes.
"Yeah...that's the way it should be."
"Well, not for me..." I muttered, looking down again.
"Why not?" Well, how was I supposed to answer that? Because your sister is a fucking bitch? I vouldn't tell her that, not if I wanted her to consider going out with me.
"How come you got so much shit in your purse?" I asked, going through it again
"How come you got so many girlfriends?"
"I asked you first..." I snapped.
"I dunno...I guess I never throw anything away."
"Neither do I..." I said. But I would for you...
"Oh..."
SPOV
"This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen..." Tyler said, and I laughed.
"Do you realize you made yourself sixty eight?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh, I know...I know, I goofed it...Damon's is better."
"What do you need a fake ID for?" Tyler asked.
"So I can vote!" I lied.
"You wanna see what's in my back pack?" Jeremy asked
"No!" Me and Tyler said at the same time. He dumped his bag out anyway and a bunch of junk came out.
"Holy shit! What is all that stuff?" Tyler said.
"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" I asked.
"Yeah...I always carry this much shit...in my bag...You never know when you may have to jam..." He said.
"Are you gonna be like a shopping bag dude? You know like, sit in alleyways and like talk to buildings?"
"I'll do what I have to do..." He muttered.
"Why do you have to do anything?" I asked.
"My home life is un...satisfying..."
"So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?" I asked.
"I don't have to run away and live in the street...I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan..."
I shook my head and looked at Tyler.
"Tyler...you wanna get in on this? Jeremy here says, he wants to run away, because his home life is unsatisfying..."
"Well everyone's home lives are unsatisfying...If it wasn't, people would live with there parents forever..." Tyler said.
"Yeah, yeah I understand. But I think that his goes beyond, you know, what guys like you and me...consider normal unsatisfying..." I said.
"Never mind...forget it, everything's cool!" Jeremy said, shoving everything back into back pack.
"What's the deal?"
"No! There's no deal, Sporto. Forget it, leave me alone." He said getting up.
"Wait a minute, now you're carrying all that crap around in your Back pack. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away."
"Eat shit!" He said.
"The guy is an island, with himself. Okay?" I said. Tyler sighed and got up.
TylerPOV
"Hi, you wanna talk?" I asked, sitting down next to Jeremy.
"No!" Jeremy yelled.
"Why not?"
"Go away..."
"Where do you want me to go?"
"GO away!"
"You have problems..." He said, as I started to walk away.
"Oh, I have problems?"
"You do everything everybody every body tells you to do, that is a problem!"
"Okay, fine...but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems...Did I? So what's wrong? What is it? Is is bad? Real bad? Parents?" Tears streaked down his ceeks.
"Yeah..." He answered.
"What do they do to you?" I asked.
"They ignore me..." Jeremy answered.
"Yeah...yeah..." I said, feeling tears on my cheeks.
This was one fucked up day.
