Chapter 66

"Is anything in particular the matter?" I ask the two people who are seated in front of me and looking at their respective plates of food like those are the only things that matter in the world. They look like kids who are sulking over candy that has been taken away from them, and I still debate the fact silently that just letting them mess up this boy might be better than the aggression that they will carry on further into the day.

Oakley sighs loudly, and dramatically, as she orders another cup of coffee and tells Scott he's paying. It looks like they're both United in their decision to just ignore me, and I carry my own cup of coffee and spill it on both their faces.

They look at me with wide eyes, and I give them my most confident smile, provoking them to do their worst. They both laugh at this, and I can only imagine the sort of picture the three of us would make right now. Two of us seemingly angry and disgruntled at something life has inevitably done, and one of us looking like a tired old grandma who just can't seem to keep up with the level of trouble her children cause.

"What is the problem?" I ask again once more, and they seem to look at each other before Oakley starts.

"Your school is crap, you know that?" she states and I surely do. I've always known this school is basically the worst I could have ever come to, but for some reason Aunt had decided to enroll us here, which means that she clearly has something she wants to achieve by making us go through this hell of a place.

The school in itself is nice enough, as we have some standard laboratories, huge libraries, advanced class rooms, and we even take extra courses just to get us some extra points on our SATs, but it is actually the calibre of students that come here that would make it seem the worst place ever.

It's like all the rich prissy kids for five towns around, seemingly decided to attend this particular school, which means a lot of enemies even on your first day as I doubt Oakley has no doubt made.

She just glares at the throng of students around us, and makes the number one with her finger looking at me dramatically. "Not even one of these kids is a sane person" she says, like she her self isn't mentally insane.

I look at her with the sort of look that tells her there's nothing new in what she's saying, I've been coming here for probably 4 years now and I think with my recent breakup, the fact that the school just isn't healthy for someone's emotions is achingly clear to me.

"I walked into class today to meet some guy coming up to me, and placing his hands on my waist, like we have known each other for so long and I was some estranged whore he had been expecting to see. The other guys in class seemed to laugh at this, and I ignored it, but he has been trailing me ever since".

I almost feel sorry for her, at the way her voice cracks at this, as a similar experience comes to mind. I think I had probably just experienced the same thing with clay just now.