Upside. Down.

A Burning Fire Red.

Red.

I was seeing nothing but red.

My eyes welled up with hot tears, spilling down my cheeks like burning wax confronting delicate skin.

It hurt.

The familiar sensation once again invaded my throat. Making it hard to gulp down  – so tight and uncomfortable.

I’ve never been so embarrassed. I’ve never been so irate. I’ve never hated a human being so much than I do now.

I raised my hand up to his face and with all my might, power, and the little bit of energy I had left, I hit him. I yelped in surprise at what I had just done. Tears now rolling down one after another playing follow the leader down my face. I backed away slowly noticing the hurt and confusion expression he had on. With weak legs I began to run. The scene soon disappeared from behind me, traveling wherever my tired feet could take me.

Hopefully far from here.

ray.

My cheek burned red. Was it red because I had just gotten smacked or was it because I had just kissed Melanie, thinking it was what she wanted only to find out it wasn’t?

I’m confused. So confused it’s starting to piss me off. Kicking the sand, I turned around and stormed off.

Running the distance between us, Craig rushed over to me. “What the hell Ray?”

I put my hand up, stopping whatever he was about to say. “Not in the mood bro.” I continued walking to my destination, paying no mind to him. He followed beside me anyway.

“You kissed her. We all seen it man. Hailey is over there upset -“

“I don’t give a fuck about Hailey, Craig. And right now I don’t give a fuck about what you have to say to me so please do us both a favor and get lost.”

Craig stopped dead in his tracks. “I think you’ve already done that for me. Who are you now?” He scratched his chin, pretending to think. “Oh I know! A self-centered jerk with no friends. So when you’re out of this funk, don’t come back to me thinking we’re all buddy buddy because me?” He put air quotations above his head. “I don’t give a fuck about what you have to say.” Before walking off he pushed me, sending me stumbling. “Bro.”

Then he was gone.

I began yelling over in his direction. “I don’t need you Craig. You weren’t shit anyway! You smelled like shit nigga!”

That was weak.

Disappointed, annoyed and upset, I decided to just go home.

After taking a long shower, thinking about everything that had happened yesterday and crying just a bit (Just kidding, real G’s never cry). I had managed to sleep well.

 (Just kidding again). Sleep was horrid.

Wrestling the sheets, I attempted to untangle my body. I eventually found my arm and checked my watch.

8:30.

Damn. Twenty five minutes late for first period. How peachy.

Not giving a care I began to take my time doing what I needed to do and soon enough I was ready to go.

I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and headed towards the front door. “You might as well not go to school Ray. All the time you just took to throw on a t-shirt and some pants.” My mother rambled as she sprinted around the house trying to find her keys.