JAYLANA PIERCE
"You have beaten up girls, you have smoked weed outside school, you have skipped classes!"
With each word, he punctuated the air with frustration, genuine concern,
or at least an attempt at it.
I leaned back, arms crossed, and fixed him with a death stare, clearly not giving a shit
"What do you want me to do about it?" The words slipped from my lips like a challenge.
"Are you seriously asking me that now, Jaylana?" he shot back, exasperation clawing at his voice.
"It's Jay," I replied, letting my disdain seep into the syllables of my name.
I looked him up and down,
admiring how annoyed he was.
"Oh God, what am I even supposed to do with you? Suspending you won't work," he muttered, contemplating the labyrinth of my reckless choices.
"Maybe I will—" His thoughts were interrupted by a loud rap on the door.
"Come in!" he barked.
The door swung open,
Joey?
Why is he here?
"Hey, principal. I just wanted to tell you that there's a huge food war going on, and I totally don't wanna get dirty, sooo—" Joey's words collided together, stumbling over his own rushed thoughts, but it worked.
"A WHAT?" The principal's thunderous voice shocked me, and his attention swung away from me entirely.
He shot out of his chair,
abandoning his prison of discipline to handle Joey's disaster report,
leaving me in peaceful solitude.
I stared at Joey incredulously, not bothering to mask my apathy.
"Is that supposed to be my rescue?" My sarcasm dripped on the floor.
"Your welcome," he replied, flashing me an annoyed glance before heading out the door.
Why was he helping me?
Why did Joey care?
Or Tadgh, for that matter?
My mind buzzed with confusion as I stood alone in the aftermath of his unexpected intervention.
Taking the liberty to escape,
I marched through the crowded hallway,
my locker beckoning like a lighthouse, steady in the storm of high school chaos.
I twisted the lock and pulled open the metal door, reaching for a cigarette. The rigid texture felt familiar against my fingertips, comforting in its promises of temporary reprieve. I lit it, the flame flickering like my resolve.
As I stepped out,
I felt a presence,
it was him—
mother fucking lynchy.
He following me again like a shadow that refused to detach itself. "What happened with the principal?" he prodded, eyes boring into me.
"Just things, Tadgh." I dismissed him, annoyance bubbling within me. I marched away, but his footsteps followed, relentless.
"Just tell me."
"No."
"Why?"
"Just stop following me around, It's annoying." I spitted out, my frustration boiling over.
I was harsh,
too harsh,
but I couldn't shake him.
He had to stop trying.
"See ya, Pierce," he muttered, his voice laced with a sting. Great, now he knew my last name. Perfect.
I wanted to change my route,
but as fate would have it,
I saw Ivan.
fuck
fuck
fuck.
My body tensed, instincts kicking in. This wasn't good— not good at all.
I sped-walked to the other side, my heart racing like a drama queen on stage,
but it was too late.
He grabbed my arm, pinning me against the locker with a force that rattled my bones.
"You think you can get away with what happened yesterday?" he snarled, every word dripping with the odor of anger and weed.
"Ivan, just stop—"
"No!" he spat and slammed the lockers again, my body vibrating with his fury.
for the first time in forever—
I was scared of an eighteen-year-old.
God, what had my life come to?
Our eyes locked, intensity hanging in the air like a storm that threatened to break.
"You will not get away with this, Jay. You heard me?" He whispered,
his breath hot against my ear.
Just then, a brunette boy emerged,
I recognized him from somewhere.
"Is everything alright here?" he asked,
Phew.
Ivan stepped back,
finally his demeanor shifting as if he could sense the weakening of his grip.
"Nah, everything's good, lad."
He shot me a lingering glare before slinking away,
leaving me trembling against the lockers, breathless and shaken.
"Thanks," I managed, turning to the brunette.
"Anytime," he replied,
offering a reassuring smile before heading down the hall toward his classroom.
I remembered him from the lunchtable with Tadgh,
Johnny was his name? I don't fucking know.
Why were they helping me?
that question kept repeating in my head.
But then I remember
I didn't had any pills,
I wanted them.
The addiction.
Fuck!
Empty and craving, I slipped my phone from my pocket, fingers trembling as I typed.
Jay "- I just need one more bag." I pressed send,
I just need one more.
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