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after dropping my sisters off at school and ditching first period i smoked in the highschool's parking lot. i swayed to second period resisting running back to my car to blast depeche mode and drive to the lake. mrs. waike was out sick, so the p.e. coach was subbing in her place. he used "study period" as an excuse for the fact that he couldn't tell the difference between geography class and anatomy class. wes and landon were sitting in the back, so i grabbed a seat next to them.
stop. wes: 5'6". 16 (and a half as he would put it). more flaming than the sun. flawless skin. striking blue eyes. the entire football team questioned their sexuality by the end of highschool because of him. landon: 5'2". 17. pure, but not untouched. she was raped last year by her step-father but the only person that knows is me.
go. "so what's the bullshit today?" landon grabbed my clammy hand and smiled. her eyes had meaning even when she didn't mean anything by them. "let's have cake after school, eh?" wes almost flipped shit, because cake meant the three of us, ridiculous amounts of my ma's alcohol and every movie starring adam sandler. "oh bitches, it's on." wes grabbed my other clammy hand and we did a syncronized shake, wiggle, dance.
after what seemed like the longest day of school i'd ever experienced (then again i could say that about most things) wes, landon and i shot out of the school yard, jumped into my car and hit the closest video store to the school. time for cake.
stop. wes: 5'6". 16 (and a half as he would put it). more flaming than the sun. flawless skin. striking blue eyes. the entire football team questioned their sexuality by the end of highschool because of him. landon: 5'2". 17. pure, but not untouched. she was raped last year by her step-father but the only person that knows is me.
go. "so what's the bullshit today?" landon grabbed my clammy hand and smiled. her eyes had meaning even when she didn't mean anything by them. "let's have cake after school, eh?" wes almost flipped shit, because cake meant the three of us, ridiculous amounts of my ma's alcohol and every movie starring adam sandler. "oh bitches, it's on." wes grabbed my other clammy hand and we did a syncronized shake, wiggle, dance.
after what seemed like the longest day of school i'd ever experienced (then again i could say that about most things) wes, landon and i shot out of the school yard, jumped into my car and hit the closest video store to the school. time for cake.