I locked my old beat up Toyota Camry and began to make my way towards the high school.
I ran my tongue over my cut lip and pulled my long selves down to cover the bruises forming on my arms. After yet another weekend I couldn’t remember a damn thing that happened. I didn’t even try to recall my weekend.
Whatever happened, happened. I couldn’t change it.
Sometimes it was better to stay in the dark and not seek what shouldn’t be found.
Getting closer to the school stairs I untangled my black sun glasses from my long wavy black hair and pulled them down on to my face.
I didn’t have to push through the crowd.
People always gave me a wide birth. Mainly because they were scared if they didn’t back off I would make them. I didn’t rush up the stair case, because I saw no point in even attending.
The gang didn’t care if you graduated high school or not. But then a memory of Blake and I fighting last week flashed across my mind and doubt began to surface in my mind on just how long I would remain part of the gang after those events.
I pushed an unmoving middle school student out of my way in frustration. I heard him fall to the ground but I didn’t acknowledge it.
Should have moved first I reasoned in my mind.
After reaching the front yard of the school, I glanced over my surroundings.
Happy, immature and teens spammed the yard.
I could easily state I disliked close to the whole population that attended this pitiful placed called high school. Then my eyes landed on Jackson Johnston.
He was sitting on top of one of the picnic tables, arms crossed, hoodie pulled and sun glasses on. His minions of morons surrounded him. I could feel his stare through his sun glasses but didn’t give it any attention -one because I ever spoke to the loser and two he glared more at people then I did.
Jackson or Jax as his friends call him. He always had this look to him as if he had been fighting all night.
I spotted Rachel leaning against one of the pillars near the entrance, smoking. Her long red hair flicked to the side as she walked towards me.
Rachel was the only person I spoke to in this place called public high school.
Though even with how rich my father was, I didn’t let it influence my school choice. I didn’t give a toss if I attended a public or private high school. I would still fail no matter where because I didn’t put in any effort into my studies.
So I saved dad the trouble of sending me to a rich school and just didn’t air the fact to much that I was flirty rich, or at least my family was.
“Amber” Rachel spoke as she sucked lightly on the cigarette in her mouth.
I nodded my head and she handed the cigarette over to me.
I sucked lightly on it and let my eyes return back to Jax’s picnic table as we began to walk slowly towards the school, passing the other empty picnic tables .
I could never fully understand why he even bothered attending. Everyone knew he had a lot of money though no one knew why and by the looks of his facial expressions you could tell he didn’t want to be here.%3