CLONE • [GRAYSON DOLAN]

• six

• six.

''So girl, you wanna go out with the guys?'' The loud sound of Anna's voice wakes me. I look at the clock. 4:03 am. Really?

''We have classes in a few hours I need to sleep.''

''No you don't'' She said dragging me out of bed. She threw me a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I dressed in some shoes and felt myself being pushed all the way until we were outside, with all the druggies.

''Who's going to start?'' druggie one said.

''The freshman, of course.'' Druggie two said in a ''duh'' type of voice.

''What are we going to start? What am I even doing here?'' I ask as they give me a can of permanent paint and tell me to throw at the principal's car. ''Is this to receive a medal or something?''

''No, it's just a joke'' Anna said. I wasn't gonna do it. I didn't even get the joke in doing it. I look at the clone, he's leaning against the wall with a blank expression. Wasn't he supposed to be responsible for me? Well I looked like he didn't give a single fuck.

They never give a fuck about me.

I opened the can and start drawing and writing dirty stuff on the principal's car. Actually, seeing a giant penis in his car was indeed funny.

I woke up 7 o'clock. I take a shower and learn that the news about the principal's new car was already spread. They blamed the druggies, predictable.

''Do you have proof it was us?'' Anna asked a very angry principal.

'' But I will! And I will get you kicked ou!''

''I'm sorry, Sr.'' I felt his angry eyes direct towards me. '' I'm Anna's roommate and I can assure you that she didn't leave the room this night.''

''Is it really true?'' I nodded. ''Fine, but I'll keep an eye on you Miss Anna'' As soon as he left she looked at me silently thanking me.

Later I get a text from her, telling me to meet her in the same spot. I get there, all the druggies are there.

''PURPLY!!!'' One of them yells announcing my presence. In seconds I get overwhelmed by the amount of thank yous and cigarettes I get from saving them earlier. I politely refuse.

I go to my usual chair facing the lake. I look back, searching for something, someone. Between all the druggies smoking and drinking he stands there leaning against the wall with that fucking sharp jaw, staring in the distance, a blank expression on his face. But wait...a druggie who doesn't smoke?