Insanity

16. Should I tell him...?

Jay's POV:

I take one last look around my room to make sure if I'm forgetting something before closing my bedroom door. Silently promising myself that I will clean my room in the evening, I steady the strap of my bag on my shoulder and climb down the stairs.

I still have a good 45 minutes to reach the school so there's no point in hurrying up. It's always better if people do things on time—like for example teenagers like me wake up late in the morning which forces them to rush into things, simultaneously entering the school only minutes away to the first bell. Waking up late kind of ruptures the whole morning routine. Wanting to get to school on time, they drive their cars almost ignoring every damn signal. Accidents happen because of these kind of reasons. And that cycle can easily be avoided if they force themselves to get their lazy asses out of their bed as soon as their alarm buzzes off.

In the kitchen, I join my mom and dad who are busy skype calling my sister who is now living the University life. I take a bowl and pour cornflakes into it along with hot milk and join them.

"Is this the Diana who is bunking her early morning class and skype calling her parents where she used to attend the school even though she had high fever?!" I tease her as I come into her view.

"Ugh!" She face palms, scrunching her eyes, reminiscing those days "Please don't remind me of those miserable days. Now sleep is more important than my classes here."

"Look at your precious daughter," I direct my words towards my parents, "And you said that you trust her living a hundred miles from you."

My mom laughs. "She can do whatever she wants. She's out of this house is all I care."

"Your love is appreciated always, mom!" Diana feigns offence but her smile is restored when my mom kisses her through the screen.

In this world where so many of couples are divorcing each other when they go through tough times and a million fights where in turn making theirs children's lives miserable, I'm glad that our family is still going strong after the shit we've been through.

After completing my breakfast, I say my goodbyes to my parents and sister, ride in my car until I reach Jonah's house.

Jonah Conner, the guy whom I used to hate in elementary school since he scribbled on my favourite Power Rangers lunch box which in turn I scribbled on his shirt, is the guy I share an unbreakable bond with. Over the years, our hatred yielded into a friendship which is still impossible for us to believe. Till this day, we still question how it happened.

Isn't it weird how every wonderful friendship is born with lines like 'I used to think of you as a bitch/asshole.'

He is already waiting on the curb, so when I pull into his driveway he jumps in and closes the door. "You are 5 minutes late," he points out.

He is just like me.

"Diana skyped so I lost track of time." I pull out of the driveway and start driving towards our destination.

"She usually never calls at this time of hour, isn't it?" He turns his head towards me and I nod in confirmation without taking my eyes off the road.

He slides into his seat further. "Wow, University really altered her into this new specimen."

I chuckle at his words, "Tell me about it."

"I've been going through back and forth with all these applications I have, and it's fucking frustrating. They should have had this huge ass warning flexi displayed when we had enter the Senior Year. The constant juggle with part time job for extra money for college, soccer, school work, social life," he lets out frustrated groan, "how come some of them manage it?"