I Don't Care As Much
"I lost love for some friends. But new people inhabit their space, more healthy, more deserving, more honest with their love." ~Unknown
Alvin Seville
I turn down the hall after second period, smiling to myself. The day has turned out perfectly so far. I flirted with Brittany this morning, saved Simon from his annual swirly and slugged a guy for looking at Theo cross ways. I shrug at the memory. In times like these you can't take any chances when you have a pudgy little brother. All in all, I felt like the hero. My chest puffed out and a cocky smile made the ladies swoon.
The bell rings.
I deflate, noticing that I had been walking in the opposite direction from my third period Chemistry class. I face palm, turning around to hear a banging on the boys bathroom door. I watch the door warily… what would I find if I opened it? A helpless nerd or two teenagers having passionate sex? I wrinkle my nose, kicking the door open and closing my eyes. Either the girl would scream or the nerd would gasp a quick thank you before running away. I open one eye when nothing happens.
I stare down at Simon who is wet from the shoulders up. I scowl, crossing my arms tightly across my chest. "How the hell did they get you?" I ask. Simon doesn't respond. He's gasping from the grimy floor littered with chewed gum and trash. Teenagers these days… I take hold of Simon's hand, and since he wasn't responding, I dragged him over to the opposite wall and put him in sitting position. I kneel in front of him. "Simon?" I ask, a little more worried. "You okay?"
"It smelled so bad in there," he winces at the memory. I laugh a little, punching him in the shoulder. "How can you laugh? Those were toxic fumes in there!"
"And you say I'm dramatic," I roll my eyes.
"Because you are," he says dryly, standing up and shaking out his hair. Simon groans loudly when he finds a piece of gum stuck in the hair on top of his head.
"Look who's getting a haircut," I nudge him playfully. He glares back at me and pulls his backpack around so he can dig through it. He pulls out a shiny pair of scissors and hands them to me. "Seriously?" I ask him, bewildered. Simon trusting me to cut his hair was… crazy! Anarchy even! I finger the lock of hair holding the bright pink gum. I lift the scissors as he bends over, giving me a better angle.
I cut out the gum and he shakes out his hair, watching himself in the metal of the drinking fountain. "You can hardly even notice," I reassure him, taking him by the shoulders and leading him down the hallway. Simon stays silent, letting me lead him. I glance at him, but he's scowling back at me, making me shrink.
"What is your problem?" a girl's voice screeches out against the silence, making both of us jump. I lead Simon to the balcony that houses all of the mathematics classes. I point down at the courtyard as two girls are screaming their heads off. One I recognize right away, Brittany. Typical. The other one is new though… she has long blond hair and a round face. She's wearing a red sweater and a short black skirt that hugs her curves.
"You're drooling," Simon whispers.
I wipe my mouth, inspecting my sleeve for saliva. "Nuh-uh," I disagree.
"I'm the one with the problem?" Brittany shouts at the girl. "You're the one that dumped that diet shit into my bag!" Brittany looks like she's going to pull out her hair. "And then you have the nerve to even suggest that I should take some?"
"Brittany," she chuckles softly. "I don't see why you're angry."
"Oh, I'm not even halfway to angry," Brittany threatens, pointing a menacing finger at the girl. Simon and I both nod idly in agreement. "But I can show you angry."
"Try me," the girl smirks. "At least I don't squeeze into a size five!" She turns in a circle, showing off her figure to Brittany. Brittany's face is bright red, her shoulders shaking and I swear I started to see tears. "It doesn't really matter Brittany," she says, twirling a piece of long hair between her fingers. "I stashed a pair of fat pants in you gym locker anyways."
"B-b-but," Brittany gasps, losing all of her fight.
"See you at Volleyball after school Britt!" she waves cheerfully. Brittany falls to her knees in the grass of the courtyard, tears streaming down her pink cheeks.
"Do you think I should go down there?" I whisper to Simon. He responds by shoving me towards the stairs. I glare back at him, but make my decent quickly as to make my way to Brittany before she runs off. Britt had been overly conscious of her weight this year despite her amazing figure. This was the reason that she was playing volleyball on the off season. How could that girl say those things to her?
"Oof!" I ram into someone as I round the corner that leads to Brittany. "Why hello there," a seductive voice greets me. I look up and down at the girl who had been fighting Brittany. Four and a half seconds ago I had been ready to slug her and now my knees were jelly and my mouth was half open. What's wrong with me? I've been head over heels for Brittany for eight years now and suddenly this girl has taken my breath away… maybe love does funny things like that.
"H-hey," I give her a weak smirk. What's wrong with me? This girl has me turned all upside down.
"I'm new here," she gives me a shy smile, casting her gorgeous green eyes down. Her tan skin and blond hair shines in the California sunlight as she smiles a pearly white smile. "My name is May and you are…?"
"Alvin," I stick out my hand for her to shake it. "Alvin Seville." She giggles a little, taking my hand and shaking it. A buzz of electricity goes through me and into the air when our hands touch. She must have felt it too because her smile gets a little wider.
"Well," she runs her fingers through her hair. "I better be getting to class."
"Who do you have?" I ask her, sticking my hands into my pockets.
"Harris for Calculus," she shrugs.
"So we have a brainiac on our hands, huh?" I smirk, getting myself back into rhythm with everything. Finally I can crack jokes without turning in a hopeless puddle of mush in front of her. May shrugs, biting her lower lip. "Well, mind if I walk you to class?"
"Sure," she smiles simply, taking my arm as we make our way up the stairs. Our footsteps echo in the empty stairwell, and as we make it back up to the balcony I'm hit with a sense that I forgot something. I bring May to her class and she gives me a good natured kiss on the cheek that makes me all woozy.
I go back down to the courtyard and I'm about to finally head off for Chemistry when I spot a pink cheerleading bag in lawn. I pick it up, feeling its weight… but most of it is simply guilt.
Brittany.
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