Oblivion

Collisions and Deaths

Skylar Johnson Pov 

School. What is the definition? Oh yeah I know...hell. That is the best one worded definition I could ever come up with. Yes, I know you are thinking 'Oh my god, you are so relatable!' But I am not finished. The only reason why I say it is hell is because I hate gym. Gym is my worst class because the locker room always smells like a french whore house and currently I am by the door, trying to get some actual air into my lungs besides the fumes of the strong perfume. I wait for what seems like an eternity for the bell to ring and clutch my stuff to my chest.

I sigh in relief as the bell finally goes off with three rings. I speed walk my way out of there and up the stairs to the main floor of the school. But it is not over yet. See this is the passing period for second hour because first hour just fucking ended. So in other words....Fuck my life. I still have to go through five more classes,each fifty five minutes long and also lunch which is twenty five minutes long. Ugh.  

Yea I know some people have it worse but I wanna complain because..........I am a privileged teen. I don't really have a reason. But neither do people who complain more than me. Like for example, Claire Roberts and her sidekicks Stacy Wallace and Nicole Heerts. They are all pretty basic and complain about everything. They are all in my gym class and my group of friends always tell me that they would kill me if I call them their nicknames to their faces. What is their nicknames? Last year when my best friends Rene Martinez and Oliver Anonson, when we all became friends and first met each other, I called them barbies and we just kinda stuck with that.

I am pulled out of my train of thoughts when a I hear my name being shrieked out of a pair of very energetic lungs that sound way to familiar. I smile as I see Rene run at me in full speed. I panic as she nears me, fearing that she would collide with me dead on. I make a step to the side but unfortunately don't make it in time as she tackles me. Instead of falling back on the ground, like I was expecting, I fall into something hard. Or should I say someone? I am currently being held up by my waist and my left arm by a pair of strong arms with all my stuff sprawled on the floor due to previous actions.

I am set back on my feet my the mysterious pair of arms. I swing around to meet my mystery saviour only to instantly smile a warm smile and have it returned with a deep chuckle to follow afterwards. "Nice job Rene, almost killing your best friend and your boyfriend." I look over at Rene only to see her blush and laugh a little. I then am pulled back into reality as I realize all my stuff is still on the floor. I bend down to gather up all my stuff and have my friends follow my actions to help me out. When all my stuff is gathered, including my papers of various drawings, I smile again. Just a genuine smile. I don't know why. But I just feel so much better when I am around them. 

Until reality hits me......literally

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I run out of the classroom at full speed with Rene hot on my tail. Long story short, I threw my pencil at Rene and she threw it back at me and we went back and forth until I actually hit her in the face. She isn't mad, we are just messing around.....as usual. As I continue to run, I keep looking back not paying attention to where I am going.

 Can you spot the accident waiting to happen? Well if you can't, just wait for it.

Not even fifteen seconds into running I almost die for the second time today. As I run I collide with someone, now this person decided to be dumb and grab me by my waist trying to save me from dying. But as I said, this was a dumb decision, and when this person went to try and stop me from falling to my death we ended up both falling with him landing on top......almost knocking the wind out of me. And when I say almost, I mean that he was obviously fit and he had more weight me. 

I get pulled out of my sea of thoughts as I hear a groan in response of my sigh. See, this position isn't the best because I can feel his warm breath on my neck. But when he finally lifts his head revealing his wonderful features........I. Almost. DIE. 

Why though? Because it just so happens to be Vic Gomez. Not only the most popular guy in school but also my crush. I immediately blush and look away. He then gets up to his feet, pulling me along the way.

"Care to explain?" He says with a light chuckle.

"Sorry." I say quickly as a response. I then make a silent pray for the lords and any type of god out there for them to send Rene to save me. As I wait for my prayer to be answered, I lean down to gather up my stuff that fell when I had my "encounter."  As I do so, he does too and I blush again for the thousandth time. 

"Hey, Skylar?" He says.

I stop my actions and look over to him,"Yeah?"

"Your art.....it has really improved since elementary." I once again blush and look back down to gather my stuff. When all my stuff is gathered, he hands what he collected back to me.

"Thanks." I say as a response to his previous compliment.

"You're welcome." 

And as if on cue, Rene comes up to my side, saving my sanity from going out the window. I smile at him and he smiles back as we head separate ways.

"Duuuude. You just had an actual conversation with your crush due to my handy work." She says in a smug way.

I nod not really paying attention. " Rene.....he actually knows my name..."

"Yea I have told you countless times that he knows you. I mean c'mon, you guys went to elementary together." She says in a 'duh' tone.

I nod along to what she says even though I got doused in my thoughts once again.