I feel the rain clinging to my clothes.
The grey clouds rolled in like the sea of emotions brewing into a thunderstorm from within. Everything is just falling down. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough. Not to my parents, certainly not to society, and even to myself.
I had not the slightest of clue why—of all the places—did my feet end up at this location. The air heavy and wet clothes, inflicting multiple shivers out of me.
A throat clears to my left, waking me out of a pitiful daydream. Startled, I turned my head to the individual, making sure my curles hid my tear streaked eyes from the stranger. I could’ve sworn I was the only one on the schools roof, especially after hours.
“If your planning on jumping, wouldn’t it be better to do it up there?” The nosy teenage boy points behind himself, to another part of the roof, higher than the one we currently stood on.
“I can’t even wallow in peace,” I mumbled, turning my head away from the boy. Interestingly, I’d never seen him before. At least not in the dreadful halls of my school.
“Not with that attitude, at this rate, you’d might as well wallow in no nonsense,” the rocks grumbled with every step he took, making his way very close to me. I turned once more, this time looking up at his height. The one side of his cheek exposed to me, held a dimple as he smiled.
“You don’t go to this school,” I stated rather than questioned. I came up here to avoid the problems, hide from those crude bullies, turn away from disappointment, and possibly find a solution to everything. Yet, here stood another problem.
“Who said I’m not?” He looked to me, suspicious.
“My bad, next time change out the enemies crest, and I’ll pretend as though I’ve seen you enough times in this school, to not be suspicious.” He looked down to the the label of his school on his left chest, the school that rivaled mines. Quite honestly, it’s pretty easy to find the answers to why he stood up here. I knew there to be a game tomorrow in the landscaping feild, in front of us.
His clothes were wet, but not as wet as mines. It made sense when the answer to that were the dispicable students, who determined I was the bane of their existence. Sheepishly, he rubbed his nape, piercing green eyes finding mines.
Slowly, I turned away from those eyes. Those eyes that held a story ranging from a mystery, to one’s similar to mines. I stared at the huge purple _H _in the middle of the fields grass, looking as gloomy as I felt inside. Yet, my mind became occupied by more thoughts. Thought provoking thoughts. Ones that further pushed me into the dark abyss.
Maybe I was asking myself the wrong questions. I was the common denominator in peoples problems. Maybe I am the problem.
Both me and the rivaled teen, basked in the others silence. The quiet, a rare comfortable sound, grouped with the pitter patter of rain which sped up the longer our shoes stayed rooted in rocks.
I felt the nudge of a shoulder, bump into my own. Blinking from my thoughts, I ignored it. Another bump pushed me a little off balance. I didn’t want to turn, but did with the intention to send a hot glare his way. Unfazed by my glare, he looked at me expectantly.
“What?”
“You got a name?” He smiled, damp raven hair falling down his forehead.
“Yea,” I answered simply.
“Well what is it?” He patiently asked, head tilting and brows scrunched.
“I don’t give strangers my name,” I look him up and down, hoping the message got across.
“We don’t have to be.”
“Not negotiable, we’re going to be strangers.” I pushed, every syllable outing themselves in my response. I didn’t realize it, but of all the times I thought about my life. This was the one time I felt as though there was light.
“Okay stranger, don’t you got other plans than to be sulking.”
“Don’t you have plans that involve sabotage, and not minding my business.” I folded my arms half heartedly across my chest, this conversation felt too light hearted. More light than all the heavy I carried in every conversation.
“That reminds me,” he claps in remembrance. “If the stranger doesn’t mind, I have pranks to set up against your classmates.” He slowly backed away, hands up in mock surrender. On the floor, where he’d once stood held a duffel bag I’d fail to notice. I gently glanced at the duffle and back at him, before he slightly trips on top of it.
“That’s embarrassing.” I snort. He regained his footing, finding my eyes again to glare humorously.
“You wanna know what’d be even more embarrassing,” I send an expectant look. Clueless, I tilt my head for his response.
“The enemy,” he point’s at me. “Helping the enemy,” he points the same finger at himself. I wanted to question how childish he was, but came to the sense of the same childish bullies on the football team.
“Fuck it,” I muttered before assisting on basic revenge. This might’ve not have been as bad as what they delt me in, but the thrill was better. The thrill to once in my life, have someone on my side, even if not for the same reasoning. For once to think of something other than the cruse to be my life.
