Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 2

"Listen man, it won't happen again."

Mr.Harold's left eyebrow quirks up and the frown on his face deepens.

"Mr.Hunter do I look like an idiot to you?"

"Mr.Harold that comb over you've had for the past however many years makes you look like numerous things besides an idiot. But how about this deal. Cut this message short and you won't see me in your office for the rest of the week." I sloppily grin.

"How about we change that week into the rest of the year." Mr.Harold grumbles.

"Two weeks, no more than that." I propose.

Seems like Mr.Harold finally gets tired of hearing my voice because after a minute of sighing and cracking his knuckles he mutters a 'fine' and I'm out the door. Walking out the main office I head up the staircase and pull out the cigarette pack and lighter from my back pocket. Heading down the hall to my regular smoke room I place the cig inside my mouth light it. Picking the cig up, I blow the puff of smoke into the air before tugging on the doorknob. It sticks like its been locked.

I try pulling on the knob and pounding on the door a few times before my frustration builds up and I kick it aggressively. A loud crash comes from the room and I pound on the door one more time. I lean my head on the door for a couple seconds before taking another drag from the cigarette and shoving my hands around in my pockets. Soon my hands poke the corner of a card and I use it to pick the lock.

Walking through the room, I exhale the puff of smoke and sigh in satisfaction. Inspecting the room, it turns out its one of the huge old metal file cabinets that fell over on top of the broken desks. The room is small, but it has good ventilation and the room doesn't smoke up a lot like the last room I had did.

I stay in the room for the next couple of hours, relighting cigarettes and relaxing until I hear the final bell of the day ring.

I put out the last cig and jump off the wobbly desk. The desk legs shake, swaying vastly from one side to the next. I ignore it and stretch my arms and legs out and stomp my feet down on the floor. The desk legs cave and one leg snaps and the desk makes a loud metal screech noise followed by a low hiss as it leans against the wall.

My eyebrows quirk up at the hiss noise because desks don't hiss when they break down. I walk up to the desk and at the same time the sound of the door slamming shut behind me rings through my ears. I turn my head around to see Ethan stomp through the door looking pissed. When he sees me his face turns into slight shock.

"What?" I ask.

He looks around the room and crosses his arms. The vein on his forehead bulges out as he curses loudly.

"Why are you in here?" The anger in his voice is evident.

"Smoking, avoiding class." I shrug.

"And you didn't see anyone in here?" He pushes.

"I've been here for the past couple hours, no one is in here but me. Why? You looking for someone?"

"No."

"Sure you aren't."

He seems a bit on edge and his eyes are darting across the room like crazy.

"Hey man, you alright?"

He stops looking around the room and starts focusing on me.

"Uh yeah."

"You sure you don't want a cigarette or something?" I question. He ignores my offer and slants his eyes at the file cabinet that had fallen over.

"What happened here?"

"No clue man. Shit just fell." I say crossing my arms.

"So," Ethan huffs "Are you still going to Finn's party tonight?"

"Yeah, why? You're not interested in weed and alcohol anymore?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes and does a final once over on the room before saying "See you later.", and leaving. I nod my head and as soon as he leaves I walk over to the door and slump against it. My eyes close for a few brief seconds before throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

I make my way out to the parking lot and hop in my car. While waiting for my engine to start up I stare out the window. The last couple of people rush over to their cars hurrying to get away. I reverse, and then speed out of the parking lot and onto the road.

As I make a fast right onto Elburn Ave, some girl tries to rush across the street, and I almost end up running her over. My car comes to halt and the girl glances up at me for a second. Her face has a huge purple scar, her bottom lip is cut, and her cheeks are all flushed. I cock my eyebrow at her and she shakes her head at me trying to say that she's fine before quickly walking away.

I lean forward on my steering wheel staring at her as she continues to hurry down the street.

What the fuck happened?

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