Save Me

Unpleasant

"Hnnnngh..." I groaned, rolling over in my bed.

I still possessed no desire to attend school at all. Honestly, I don't think I ever will. I rolled reluctantly out of my warm and inviting sheets, though they were pleading for me to stay, and headed down the hall to shower before I changed my mind about getting back in bed. An hour later and I was finally out the door, trudging down the street. I was halfway to school before I noticed that I wasn't alone this morning. He'd been quiet the entire time, I hadn't even noticed him join me. When we stopped at a crosswalk I finally looked him over. He was wearing faded, distressed blue jeans and a grey Bathing Ape logo t-shirt, accessorized with one gold chain and diamond stud earrings. Simple white Nike sneakers. A backpack with a name brand I didn't recognize. He took notice of me staring at him.

"What?" He frowned. His eyes were red still. He'd clearly gotten high before leaving his home.
"You're attending today?"
"I guess."
"Why?"
"Tired of stayin home not doin shit all day."

The crosswalk changed and we didn't speak another word to each other until we reached the campus. That's when he turned to me and attempted to give me an order.

"Show me where my classes at."
"You could ask me to show you to your classes. But you'd have to know what your classes are first."
"Yeah, aight."
"I'll take you to the office."

He followed me closely, earning dirty looks from our peers who were now chattering about us. I could barely make out people asking who he was and why he was with me. Little do they know, he's not with me. I led him to the main office and attempted to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

"I ain't goin alone."
"What are you, 6?" I scoffed.
"You comin with me." He stated firmly, pulling me along by my wrist to the student services desk.
"Oh, Cara! How may I help you?" It was the same girl with glasses who always helped me.
"He's here to pick up a copy of his schedule..." I felt like his mother.
"What is your name, sir?"
"Brown. Christopher Brown."

She stared at him a moment, her jaw slack. She seemed as if she wasn't believing a word he said. Then she broke into a smile.

"No really, who are you, sir?" She asked.
"Christopher Brown." He replied, unamused.
"Oh, well. Wow, Cara you did it."
"I didn't do anything. I barely even spoke a full paragraph to him."
"Well, Christopher, welcome back to Westshore. We hope to see more of you. I'll have your schedule in just a second."

She tapped her keyboard a few times before making a couple clicks with the mouse. That's when the printer started running and spit out a blue sheet of paper with a list of classes and teachers on it. She handed it to Christopher. He looked them over before looking at me.

"Show me yours."
"Why?"
"Just do it, damn."

I rummaged through my backpack until I found my own schedule, then handed it to him. His eyes shifted from his to mine, studying them. He handed her my schedule.

"I want the same one."
"Excuse me?"
"Gimme her schedule."
"No wait, don't give him my schedule...!"
"Give me. Her schedule." He repeated slower, glaring daggers into the poor desk girl.
"I-I'd have to speak with your guidance counselor first..."
"Where?"
"Sh-She's not here yet..."
"I'ma be here till she get here, then."
"No, you can't—"
"I ain't movin."
"Sorry about this, Addison." I interjected. "But I have to get to class. I'm leaving him with you."

I waved, grabbing my bag and my schedule as I blasted out of the office. I was so glad to be free of him. By lunch period I still hadn't heard anything, and I'm not so sure that's good. I shrugged it off, walking to the cafeteria quickly to get a good spot in line. As the line got longer I got more anxious. Large crowds scare me enough, but people's body parts were brushing against mine. After standing as peacefully as I could, I felt someone's entire body against me. I was petrified. There was no room for me to move forward without bumping rudely into someone.