Forgotten

Unexpected

I was about to go off regardless of her warning to be careful.

"Listen to me, you fucking boob job, dick sucking, bingo playing, '79 prom queen whore. Although I had a bit of blunt trauma last time I was conscious, I could clearly remember he was the one committing assault towards my friend and I. He pulled out a fucking pocket knife for fuck sakes!"

"Yeah, Austin's right, how could he be the one in the wrong for this?" asked Skylar.

"We don't have time for this. Both of you, leave my office or else the consequences will be dire." threatened the counselor.

"What do you mean they'll be dire?!"

"You're not supposed to be here, Austin. Leave." repeated the counselor.

"And CHAD didn't get dire consequences because...?"

"Leave, Austin." said the counselor.

"No. Tell me why and I'll leave."

Skylar sighed and looked at me from her seat, then stood up. Her eyes seemed to talk in their own ways, because when she looked at me in the eyes, I could sense her telling me to leave.

But then she retained such argument.

"Come on Austin... this is a waste of time." whispered Skylar.

I looked back and forth between both of them twice, but I couldn't be mad at Skylar. Never. She just vouched for me, even when I still fought back. I turned around and left the college grounds. I could tell that as I was leaving the office, Skylar was trying to follow me.

I thought she stopped but all the sudden.

"Hey..."

I turned around.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't convince her to soften anything up." Skylar said it in her usual innocent voice. But not the "usual-usual" one. Like the one you'd always use. She spoke in a tone I knew she'd only speak to me in.

"It's okay, Skylar. It's not your fault. I have a small temper. I understand that."

"Yeah but even then, she still had no reason to only give you the full on expulsion." whispered Skylar.

"I know. But I shouldn't have fought in the first place. Otherwise, I'd still be a student here."

"Chad is such an asshole." she says under her breath.

"I'm sure that's something we could all agree on, all is in everyone whose not his friend, honestly."

As we were talking I hadn't noticed that we had walked around the nearby park. We were almost halfway through. Both of us walking at the same pace. But this pace meant a lot to me. It didn't just mean we were at the same pace, but at the same level. We both understood eachother, regardless of gender, race, religion, opinions. Although we share the same race, and opinions, it's hard to contain a good friendship at that these days. Trent being a good example, from my past.

She chuckled "You always had a way to make me smile, even during the first day you came around, Austin."

"It's my pleasure to make people laugh."