Tay

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"I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you're using that skill?"

I quickly turn around to see Denise, smirking. She is smaller than me, but since I'm sitting down I have to look up.

"Oh! Well I was just--"

I am interrupted by her, like always. Why do I even try.

"That's a horrible idea,"
Her face turns serious.

"But--"
I try, this time standing up.

"Let's do it"
She laughs. I like it when she laughs, her eyes twinkle when she does that.
"Let me do it, you're still doing it wrong, silly"

I watch how she easily opens the door of Mr. Bulle's classroom. We know this place way too well. At least once a month we spend an hour extra here in detention.

"What do you need?" Denise asks me curiously. I shrug.
"I don't know"
She laughs. "You just thought: let's go in here? As if we don't spend too much time here already,"

I laugh. "Exactly! No, I need my glasses."
She turns around and looks at me. "Oh, I didn't realize you weren't wearing them,"

She opens the desk's drawers and shakes her head. I just stand there and watch her.

She looks on the shelves. "Yes! Got them!" She hands me my glasses.

"Why did he even take them?"
"He said I didn't need them since I didn't read my textbooks anyways,"

We walk out of the classroom and she tries to lock the door, but fails.

"Never mind, just keep it close and he won't know it was us,"

"And even if he will, we'll see him after school anyways," she answers, high fiving me.

When we walk past the coat rack my jacket isn't there. Denise picks up hers and looks at me.
"Where's your jacket?"

I shrug. "Probably left it at home,"
She nods.

We amble towards our bikes. It's raining, Denise's long blonde hair is dripping. My shorter black hair falls in my face and covers half of my glasses. I can't see well through them anyways, since there's raindrops all over.

Denise is quiet. Usually she is loud. Probably the cold.

We see Jonas around the corner.
"Hey, can I come with you? Trouble at home," he explains, smiling slightly.

I look at Denise. Her bright and twinkling green eyes look back.
"Yeah sure," she says, "right Tay?"

I like it when she says Tay with other people near. She doesn't say too often that she's my friend, and this feels as if she does.

"Sure," I answer.

The rain is pouring and I hear thunder, but Denise seems happy. She's talking to Jonas about how her dog Figgle decided to... I don't know what he decided to do, I wasn't really listening to be honest.

I stop. Jonas and Denise don't notice. I take of my glasses and wipe the rain drops off. When I put them back on I see Denise racing back towards me and leaving Jonas behind, confused. I smile, that's the Denise I know.

"Hey, you! What's the matter?" She shouts, her brakes under pressure.
"Nothing, what's the matter with you?"
I say when she stands next to me.

Her bike is a little to big and she can barely touch the ground. She laughs and wipes a strand of dripping wet hair out of her face.

She calls Jonas and parks her bike when he doesn't come. After calling another time she runs towards him. I look at her.

Denise isn't pretty. I'd be lying if I said that she was skinny and tall. Other girls would gossip about her, Denise knew that. She acted cool, but when they weren't looking it was clear it hurt her.

I hate to see that. Denise is my best friend, it hurts me that they hurt her.

Denise comes running back and gets on her bike. Her face tells me there was rain on her saddle. She turns to me and puts on a fake sad face. Then she looks up and back at me.
"I want to go home," she complains.

"And I want to go to the moon, it ain't happening sweetheart, you're coming with me, and Jonas is coming too,"

"What's that about me?" Jonas stops next to Denise.