A/N:
Animelover5956: I'm ready for the next wild ride!
+ It's gonna get hella wild lmao

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Where the hell am I?

I was alone in my dorm, still in its same mess, still surrounded by posters, there were still a picture of girls with their tits out on the wall next to me. And my radio was still playing on the same station. I never turn it off, because it hides the ringing noise in my head. That constant noise drove me insane sometimes. I got used to it over time, kinda. There were still times that nothing could hide it at all. And that sucks a lot.

I checked my phone. Ten percent, huh… Eh, you'll live.

I took a double-take at the time. Five-thirty in the morning, are you eating my ass?!

School doesn't start until fucking ten! I dropped back into bed. My room was still damn dark. The bitch from The Ring could be in the corner and I wouldn't know. I groaned as I plugged my phone into the charger. Here… some life support.

Just a long wake and bake to start the day. I grabbed another joint resting on my ashtray on my desk and my lighter and lit it. It was rare for peace around here.

I couldn't hear other bitches' music, feet running around, girls scream-talking in the hallway, yelling between five different people about toilet paper and hot water…

"… Why are they called apartments, if they're built together?" I inhaled again; how is it passed halfway already? "Fuck I'm good."

What the hell could I do at five a.m.? I could take a shower. Then again, that hot water was the best part about the morning, if you could get it.

I finished the joint, gone too soon, and grabbed my towel. I'll do everything else later… if I don't forget that.

Just like any other shitty dorm, everyone had to share all the showers and sinks, which sounds horrible. It had different floors and the building was wide as shit so, at the very least, I was sharing with thirty other people in my wing, instead of everyone aka, three-hundred.

I wasn't expecting anyone to be inside the communal bathroom so damn early but, there she was standing in a towel fresh out of the shower: Rachel Amber.

Shit. I made eye contact again. Ignore, ignore, ignore, IGNORE. Why the fuck am I running into you more?! This has never happened before! Note to self: never wake up early ever again! I walked passed her, holding my breath and pretend I was a lot more tired and as high as a fucking kite. Could I get struck with lightning, thanks.

Thank shit, she was leaving. As soon as I heard the door close, I let the air from my lungs leave in a loud ass groan.

"What the fuck!" I yelled in the mirror. I looked like shit, too. Short hair was great in theory but having to wake up with my hair looking like I was about to talk to the damn manager or whatever, it was a risk I was willing to take. I wanted my blue hair back… shit, it would make me look like Sonic. I was able to have one lock in blue and I wish I could forget myself begging for it.

Just get in the shower and forget it! Smoke five joints too!

Me:
Max

Me:
Max

Me:
Max

Me:
My best friend

Me:
My partner in time

Me:
The mad man max

Me:
Bitch get up

Time Maxine:
It's seven

Me:
when you erase a word with a pencil, where does it go?

Eight a.m.

Me:
M az

Okay, class time, the only time I wanted to go to school. Anything to get that image of Rachel Amber out of my head. Everyone would kill to see her like that. Not me.

Stupid white dress shirt with that ugly, blue logo on it, check. Wrinkled dress pants, check. Fucked up sneakers, check. My shit backpack, check. My beanie, check. And last, remembering to bring my damn board.

I remembered to brush my teeth and all that junk, so yay me.

I left as everyone was rushing to get ready, running out and getting down the stairs as fast as my high ass could.

No doubt Justin and Trevor were by those stairs again, so I rode my board there, doing ollies over ledges (and not breaking my face). Great, I was right. Running up the stairs was a fucking drag, though.

"Chloe! You're here!" Justin turned his hat backwards. "You're here to see me grind on this rail!"

"Great." I sat next to Trevor, placing my board next to his. "Ready when you are, asshat."

"Want to bet on it?" Trevor leaned to whisper to me. "I'll say success for twenty bucks."

"You're on." We shook hands on it.

We watched him run all the way back again, run and jump on his board, and then did his ollie onto the rail. I leaning forward, waiting for him to fall, but…

He didn't. He was able to make it to the bottom.

"You sabotaged me." I shoved Trevor.

"He practiced a lot." He held his hand out. I had to search through my wallet and bag to find a ten, a five, four ones, and four quarters. I had no idea I had that much in my bag at all.

"Thanks."

"Well, shit. Congrats, man." I nodded with my eyebrows up as Justin came back.

"Thanks, dude. I worked on that all day after school. I wasn't planning on it either. I didn't break any bones!"

"Tight. Makes up for what I saw earlier."

"And it was?" He sat next to me, throwing his board under the table.

"Rachel Amber wearing a towel in the fucking bathroom."

"No fucking way!"

"I'm not shitting you, man! She was standing there, hair wet as hell, wrapped in her towel! My bitch ass was up at five a.m.—don't ask—thinking "someone isn't gonna be here" and she was there!"

"I mean, did she look hot though?"

"I didn't look." I'm a liar. I saw a little bit but not enough to answer that.

"You're shitting me this time!"

"I'm not! It was fucking weird, okay? Seeing her so up close and two times in a row is a lot to take in!"

Students were starting to come, like a giant hoard. Everyone looked the same; it was fucking scary to watch. Fuck, seeing how many there were was a fucking nightmare. I think I'm losing my shit.

"Who thought having so many kids on my campus was a good idea?" I scratched at the back of my neck.

"This school did. Who thought to put this private school in nowhere-Oregon?"

"It couldn't be nowhere if we all live together."

"That's so true."

As soon as we looked towards the bulletin board in the distance, Rachel Amber and her posse of bitchy robots were there.

It's still in my damn head! What the fuck!

"I always wonder what they always talk about." Justin scratched the back of his head.

"Probably about how rich they are." I said under my breath, mumbling more insults after. This place wanted to be a rich and snobby school, but we were here. Shit, all the money was coming from those fucks alone.

"I heard they do some hard drugs. Like on some crack shit."

"Not surprised. With all that money, they want problems on purpose."

"True." Justin and Trevor spoke at the same time.

"Jinx, you owe me a beer." Again.

"You owe me another one." Again.

"You owe me ano—"

"Shut the hell up." I shoved both of them. "You can talk about who gets what later."

"Did seeing Amber nearly naked make you mad or something?"

"What?! Why the fuck—" I slapped him in his face, sending his head the other way. He wanted to yell, but he didn't. His teeth were clenched hard together.

Trevor laughed at what I did.

"I'm crying like a bitch." He hid his face in his hat, strangling those words out.

"Thank fuck, I thought I was too weak."

"Max!" I caught her at her locker.

"The eraser has shavings, so that's where the words go." Max had her hands out, demonstrating Point A to Point B.

"What about the part where the word was? Is that its ghost? Can words have an afterlife?"

"You're trying too hard. I win." She shut her locker closed after grabbing her English textbook.

"Technically, you didn't answer. I said it through text. So, I win."

"What is with you with these questions?" She walked away and I caught up easily, placing my arm around her shoulders.

"I'm proving I'm good at shit like this. You're good at everything if you're confident enough."

"What happens if you screw up?"

"Be confident. Laugh at yourself. Who cares. We're gonna die."

"Oh, my god, Chloe."

"Every time you think of something embarrassing you did, just remember we're all gonna be dead eventually and no one will remember shit. Or, remember that there are people out there who legit fuck their siblings and like it. That makes me feel better about myself, because "hey, at least I'm not them.'" The whole sibling thing gave me judgmental looks from everyone else. Literally fuck off, I'm right.

"Gross!" Max's face screamed "I wanna vomit."

"It's a thing! Like—"

"Don't talk about it, I can't!"

"I'm just educating you!"

"You're making me relieved I'm a single child!" She went into her classroom.

"How do you even know that?!"

"I read when I want! And sometimes, it's facts about life I never wanted to know. Now, you'll be tortured too."

Max shivered; I could tell the thought couldn't leave her mind. "Okay, go to class before I barf all over you."

"Have fun in class, Max!" I exaggerated my wave to her and left as the warning bell went off.

"I won the game!"

"Justin, fucker, you didn't have the reverse, skip, plus four cards until now. You're shit at hiding those damn cards in your jacket!"

Playing Uno in the middle of campus wasn't something I ever thought I would do, but we were all high, and I wasn't ready to fucking lose. There was fifty bucks on the table; I wasn't gonna let it get away from me, especially after that skateboard trick earlier.

"Trevor! Come on!"

"… Sorry Justin, you are shitty at cheating."

I cheered out, pumping my fists. "Hell yeah! Fifty dollars is all mine!"

"Trevor, I thought we were homies."

"I'm being honest! Plus, when you're obvious, it's hard to lie. How could you do that with a game you just happened to carry in your backpack?"

"You planned this shit all along. Why are you two being crooks all of a sudden?!"

"I didn't know about this!"

"Right." I shoved the money into my pocket. "And I'm straight!"

"Trust me, okay? I had no say in this!"

I huffed, but whatever. "I'll give you the benefit, but you're on thin fucking ice."

Justin was shuffling the cards again. "I'm done with this."

"Be a good sport, dude." Trevor snorted at him. "Why are you mad at being a bad cheater?"

"Fuck, you guys hate losing too!"

"Someone's feeling pretty defeated right now." I rubbed it in his face. Maybe because most of the money was his.

"Hey, you can keep assuming, but I'm putting it away before we kill each other."

"Okay, sore loser."

As we laughed at him, once again, under a nearby tree, the Vortex Club was sitting in a circle, talking about whatever the fuck.

"Were they always close or are we just noticing it more?" I was confused as hell. At least Rachel wasn't looking at me. Seeing the back of her was the way I preferred… Wait, no.

"I don't even know anymore. Let's ride around campus. Let's see if Wells will snap." Justin lifted his board to show the messed-up grip side.

"Finally, something we could agree on." I wore my backpack and grabbed my board.

We went to the concrete and started our cruise around, seeing the students with each other in their own little groups, doing their own thing. I will say, at least everyone had a friend. Even seeing only two people was a good thing. There was always one person who gets singled out in schools but, thank fuck that doesn't happen here.

"I can't believe we haven't found any more skaters around here." Trevor mentioned, skating faster to level with me.

"Maybe there are. I don't think they know they could."

"Oh man, seeing a freshman get fucked up on a trick would be funny as hell!"

"Shit, I know! That's something I wanna see!"

We went through all of the area we could cover, a path without ledges or stairs, for a smooth ride. We went around a second time, passing where the Vortex Fucks were. I had to look at them, to sorta intimidate them.

Shit. Is she looking at me again?! She is! Why is she always looking at me first?! And like that!

I was losing balance. I waved my arms to gain it back, but nothing, I had to go right for grass to roll into. I let myself go, hitting it with a thud and ending on my right arm. There goes my only school shirt. Hated it anyway.

I heard their skateboards stop and feet running towards me. "Whoa, are you okay?!" Justin got on one knee to check on me.

"Yeah." I groaned in pain. "Shit! I'm fine!" I sat up, rolling my right shoulder again. I gotta stop landing on that side before it really breaks.

"That was a nasty fall. Are you sure?"

"Ice would help."

"Got it. Stay here, me and Trevor will get it."

"Wha—" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Just go!" I didn't wanna be left alone by that stupid club, but I could barely fucking move. I held my shoulder, trying the whole "mind over matter" shit. It was gonna leave a crazy bruise. Why the fuck is Amber staring me down like that for?! Why me?!

"Looks like you got hit pretty hard, Chloe."

I was ready to tell them to fuck off, but I smiled, a pained one, instead. "Oh, Steph, it's you."

"The one and only. Saw your fall; looked like you were hurting. I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"Good and dandy here, Steph."

Steph Gingrich was really cool. She was kinda like me with this whole uniform thing, wearing the boys one instead. Did the whole beanie thing too. Maybe it was a gay thing. She was chill and, like Max, I could talk to her about a lot of things. Plus, she helped with my movie fix.

I kept talking, sighing out the spurts of pain I was feeling. "Can I ask you a stupid question?"

"Be prepared for a stupid answer." She smiled and sat down next to me. I was impressed by her comeback. I kinda wanted to laugh.

"If I told you the Blackwell Witch herself was placing a curse on me, would you believe me?"

From what I remember, she had a crush on her. It used to be a real thing and she really wanted to date her, but it was closer to the same level as everyone else now. I don't wanna question how it died down.

"No? What makes you think that?"

"She's been staring at me! I caught her in the hallway yesterday, I saw her in the morning wearing a towel, and I fell because she was staring at me again!"

"Wait… you saw her in a towel?"

"That's not the point!"

"Sorry, sorry! Chloe, I don't know if you noticed, but pretty much every girl here is gay for you. They think you're super rad. I'm sure Rachel is also one of those girls."

"Not possible. I'm not a snobby, stupid prep who likes to do cocaine for fun."

"Rachel is nothing like that, don't be so dramatic!"

"Are you friends with her too?!"

"No, but I've interacted with her a few times! She's cool!"

"Go talk to Max and get a hard-on with her instead."

"You should be honored she's looking. She's usually direct."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm saying she might like you and might want talk to you. I don't think she ever waits like this."

Nothing about that sentence made sense to me. She usually talked to everybody, randomly, at any time, but with me, it was avoid? At all costs? She probably spoke to people who hated her too, but now they like her after one conversation! I really am losing my shit.

"That sounds stupid."

"I said be ready for a stupid answer, didn't I?"

"Justin and Trevor are coming back. Thanks for the stupid answer, Steph."

"Thank you for asking the stupid question. D&D session next week? It's a new campaign."

"Sure, yeah, let me know when."

She stood up and left, waving goodbye at all three of us.

"Thanks." I grabbed the ice and placed it on my shoulder. They sat next to me, placing me in the middle.

"Shit, now what…" Justin leaned on his backpack to sit better.

"… Why are they called apartments when they're built together?"

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