Alexa
Dylan wasn't lying when he said Ryan and his fiancé were not going to be home for the weekend. I assumed Ryan must come home on Sunday, though, since he has to teach on Monday.
Dylan, on the other hand, apparently had a job. For some reason, he trusted that I wouldn't steal or anything while he worked all day, leaving me alone in the house.
But like I thought, Ryan and Malissa came home on Sunday Evening, and both were surprised to see me. I mean, I would be too. And I'll be going back to my own house tomorrow which I'm not looking forward to one bit.
"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked me.
"Dylan invited me," I said softly. "Is that okay?"
"Of course it is, you're welcome at any time," Ryan said. "Now, how about I prepare dinner?"
I smiled. "Sounds great."
***
The next day, Monday, my uncle drove me to school, since he was going there anyways. Once we arrived, I waved but to him and departed, so he can prepare for his first class.
I glanced around nervously, expecting to see Ryder pop up out of no where. I sighed — I am so paranoid, but whatever. I entered the cafeteria, and headed to our usual table, where only Elliot was sitting for some reason.
When I sat down in the chair across from him — which is the chair I always sit on — I have him a puzzled look, though his face remained as blank as always. "Where are Michael and Jackson?" I asked him.
"Jackson has a cold and Michael got suspended again," Elliot said blankly.
I blinked. "What in the world did Michael do this time?"
"Being the immature person that he is, Michael put cockroaches in the boys locker room," Elliot said. "And also being the dumb ass that he is, he told everyone that it was him."
I shuddered at the mental image of cockroaches crawling around in the locker room. "Of course he did that." I sighed, referencing the fact that he pulled a prank and admitted to his wrongdoings.
"Yeah, well." Elliot shrugged. "That's Michael for you."
"Agreed."
The bell rung just then.
I sighed again. "Well, bye Elliot." Unlike Jackson and Michael, he never felt the need to walk me everyone, so I figured it must be a burden for him and that he absolutely hates doing that. But I'm capable of walking to class on my own.
***
So that was a fucking lie.
Blake stood in front of me, blocking my path. Ryder and Ethan weren't with him though, thankfully, but I still don't like having one bully messing up my dad. And he wasn't here to have a chat; he looked quite menacing actually.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
I think that made him more pissed.
"I feel like I haven't been tormented you enough," Blake said. I'll like to disagree to that. "It's been quite boring."
Read a book. Pick up a sport. What's so fun about picking on a girl that has done nothing wrong to you? Does that somehow cure boredom?
Blake grabbed my wrist, and it kind of hurt.
"I have a class to be right now," I told him, really wishing someone would fucking walk this direction. Why is no one coming down this hall way? And where are all of the damn teachers?
"Ah, little miss goody two shoes doesn't want to miss a class, does she?" Blake said in a patronizing way.
"You would be correct," I told him.
That was the wrong thing to say.
Blake pulled me along with him, me protesting, of course. I wondered if he was going to duck my head into the toilet... but then we walked right pass the bathroom and then he shoved me... into the janitor's closet.
"Hey!" I said.
"Now you'll miss all of your classes!" Blake said with a grin, before closing the door. When I heard a click, my eyes widened.
I tried to twist the knob, but I was locked in... here in the janitor's closet. Oh crap, this is boy good. I'm probably gonna die here!
Then I heard a slurping noise.
Don't tell me I'm trapped inside here with a serial killer or something.
I slowly turned around to see someone far worse than a killer.
It was Ethan, sitting on the floor... eating instant Raman.... in the morning... in the janitor's closet. I blinked, staring at him. He looked back, slurping his noodles.
"Did Blake lock us in?" Ethan asked.
I nodded mutely.
Ethan shrugged in a nonchalant way, not really caring. He's still eating his noodles. I guess my presence isn't much of an inconvenience for him.
I sat down on the other wall, farther away from Ethan but not far enough. Ethan is still eating noodles.
This is weird.
"Hey, weirdo, do you have a phone?" Ethan asked. "I kind of left mine at home, so we're stuck here if you don't."
He just called me a fucking weirdo, didn't he?
Since I didn't want to die at the moment, I decided to ignore that.
"Wait, yes, I do have a phone!" I grinned. How could I have forgotten?
"Then text someone," Ethan said. "I'm going to run out of food soon and this is a janitor's closet, not a pantry."
"I noticed," I said drily, whipping out my phone. I decided to text Elliot, since the other two weren't in school and my uncle has better things to do than to let me out of a janitor's closet.
Alexa: Elliot
Alexa: Elliot
Alexa: Elliot
Alexa: Elliot
Alexa: Ellie
Alexa: crap I meant Elliot
Alexa: I need youuuuu
Elliot: omg wtf do you want you annoying girl stop acting like Michael
Alexa: R U D E
Alexa: I'm trapped inside the janitor's closet with an unpleasant human being. Get us out plz
Elliot: k whatevs I'll ask for a bathroom break. Hang on
Alexa: thx you great
Elliot: whatever
I put my phone away. Ethan was still very loudly slurping in noodles, but with his mouth full, he asked anyways, "Is someone getting us out?"
I still find it odd that the meanest thing he's done today is call me a weirdo...
I nodded. "Yeah. Elliot will," I said.
"Okay," Ethan said. "I hope he's quick cuz I just ran out of noodles."
"How tragic," I commented sarcastically.
"Exactly." Ethan apparently does not pick up on sarcasm.
We sat in silence for ten minutes — where the hell is Elliot?
"Oh, hey," Ethan started, "by the way, me and Blake are coming over to your house later. Ryder's your step brother, that's so weird, and—"
"WHAT?!" I asked, my eyes huge.
The door open. Elliot has finally arrived, but Ethan's words went on replay in my mind. Though even as Ethan quickly got out, I had one question for Elliot.
"What were you doing for it to take so long?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I actually had to use the restroom," Elliot said.
"Of course you did..."