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Part Three
(Next Day)
Now it seems having a locker next to the bitch is not bad at all. I was going through my Algebra notes when I overheard Emma and Manny talking. About Craig. About my Craig. I froze, and started to really listen to the bitch and the whore. For once.
Emma. "Yeah, so then Sean came over and said he was like scared that something was wrong with Craig. We went over to Joey's house and told him. It ended up that Craig had run away from his father.
Manny. "Really?"
Emma. "Yeah! His father was like beating him or something." She said it so indifferently, so emotionlessly.
I wanted to strangle the bitch.
But Craig, my Craig, was being hurt. Inside I was screaming with pain. Pain for the godly Craig. Outside, I kept the same straight, emotionless face that had plagued me for five years. I shifted myself so I could hear better, but so I didn't actually look like I was listening.
Emma. "So now Craig is living with Joey and his step-sister Angela."
The information was coming at me in a rush. Joey... Angela...? Who were these people? Why hadn't I heard of them before? Was Craig going to move away from me forever?
Manny. "Wow. That's harsh. So did you get the homework Mr. Simp-"
~ HOMEWORK! The whore is concerned about HOMEWORK at time like this. ~ I tuned out again. They were back to the same old crap.
But Craig. Hurt. Why didn't I know this? Craig is my guy. I should know everything about him. ~ Then why didn't I know he was suffering? ~ My heart was reaching out for him. I left my locker for his/my/our next class, World Civilization.
I sat down in my usual seat - the one furthest in the back but closest to the door. I was the first one so I had the pleasure of watching everyone leisurely file in, chatting with their friends, giving no real care if they would be late or not. I hate people like that. Then again, I hate a lot of things.
I nonchalantly scanned everyone's faces, looking for a sign of Craig. No luck. Normally, he would be sitting two seats over and three rows down. Today his seat was empty
~ Where the hell is he? ~ The bell rang. Craig hadn't showed up.
The teacher, Mr. Finch, began calling attendance. I didn't even bother to say anything when he called out my name. I never do. I simply raised my hand a smidgen. It is all just part of the routine I had. The teachers learn to accept it.
When he called on Craig there was, of course, no answer. ~ Where the hell is HE? ~
Basically the only thing we did the entire class was take notes. Mr. Finch thought it was stimulating. The entire class thought it was one sick and twisted joke. I didn't really have to pay attention though. Instead, I zoned out and thought about Craig.
~ What the fuck is going on...? He should be here... What if something bad happened and I NEVER get to see him again? I think I'd kill myself... ~ I looked at my watch. Thirty-five more minutes until this class was over. Mr. Finch was still droning on up front about the ancient Mayans. Looking around the classroom, I saw no one was paying any more attention then I was. ~ This sucks ~
Time flew by. Or not. I checked my watch once more. It was eleven thirty. Five minutes had passed. ~ God damn it! ~ I reached into my coat and felt for my knife. It was still in its pocket.
I started tracing the very familiar engravings on the polished wooden hilt. It spelt out three simple letters: DIE. I had put it on there before I met Craig. All of my things now said CRAIG. I had kept the 'DIE' knife because it was the first and last my brother had given me. It was supposed to be a family business, making knives. I was the only one who kept up on it now.
Someone knocked on the door, bringing me back to reality. Mr. Finch stopped his lecture and the class - half-asleep and very thankful for this interruption - looked over to the source of the sound. The door opened and... In came Craig! ~ Whatthefuck!?! ~
He looked tired. Just tired, plain and simply. I watched him hand a pink note to Mr. Finch and sit down at his desk. ~ God damn it, if I ever find the person who did this to my Craig... I swear...! ~ My hand tightened around the hilt of the knife. ~ NO! I said I wouldn't go there... again... ~ My grip loosened and I pulled my hand out of the jacket.
The rest of the class period was hell. I kept looking over at Craig. He looked... beaten. Like he didn't have anything to care about anymore. Like he wanted to give it all up. ~ Damn it! ~ I had to fight the urge to just go over to him, ask him what was wrong, to just simply comfort him.
~ That would be a laugh! The freak showing emotion. ~ I glanced over at Gavin. He sat across the room from me, but I still had a good view of him. His head was on his desk and he looked like he was sleeping. ~ HE would certainly get a kick out of it... or me... ~
When the bell rang, I mechanically collected my book and spirals. I started shoving them into my backpack. I swung the bag around my shoulders and pretended to be adjusting the straps. I was really looking at Craig.
He was still sitting in his desk, staring forward like he had no where else to go. ~ Damn it! Why are there so many people around?!? ~ I saw Emma go up to him.
~ No... ~ She wrapped an arm around him. She told him it was all right. She comforted him. ~ No... ~ What was worse, Craig smiled. At Emma.
I left and headed for lunch with a few more things in my head to think about then at the beginning of the hour.
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