5am Start

Mexican

Lateness.

No matter how hard I tried sometimes to be early I'm mostly late. It's like the days I even put more effort into being on time that's when I'm even more late. Like now.

I left our lunch table fifteen whole minutes to make it to class early only for me to be twenty whole minutes late. I pass one of the hallways and find Yourri sniveling on the ground in front of the lockers. I know right the worst place to cry your heart out.

Fighting the strong urge to walk away as if i hadn't noticed I later find myself standing in front of her with my hand on my hip as she breaks into another sob. Fuck code of ethics. I really hate it most especially when the girls i know cry in front of me, somehow it reminds me of how Faqehatt

"Er Yourri " I say putting on a confused look as she looks up at me. I take in her swollen red puffy eyes but instead of saying something I sit down on the ground beside her, a strange look on my face. I don't want to say anything wrong.

"I didn't take you for someone who skipped class" i say honestly because it didn't look like she was planning on going to class.

"I guess you haven't seen that side of me" she says forcing a smile.

"There's that side of you?" I ask arching a brow.

"Shut up and tell me what you have in mind" she laughs. At least I got her to laugh.

"Are you suggesting that we skip school, Yourri Sintim-Missah?" I ask faking disbelief, "what's the middle name again?" I laugh looking away

"I am not suggesting anything" she wipes her eyes with her thumbs.

"Good, now hurry and get to class" I say standing slowly.

"I don't want to go to class" she puts her face in between her knees so I don't see that she wants to cry again.

"Then you want to skip school, just admit it" I tell her jokingly even though I know clearly that she's not comfortable saying it.

"Okay fine, maybe I want to" she looks me in the eye.

"Not what I was expecting but then i'll let you pass this time" i say reaching my hand out to her to help her get up. She takes it and pulls herself up stumbling.

"So where are we going?" She asks strapping her hag aound her shoulders.

"I have no idea currently but then I suggest that if you want to skip school you might as well go somewhere better than the school hallway" I shrug, perhaps somewhere fun and with food"

"I want Mexican" she mumbles

"What?" I just stare at her expressionless

"I said that I want Mexican " she repeats brushing off her jeans. Bossy much.

"Whatever " I say and turn around in the direction of the exit.

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"Are you regretting coming?" I asked taking my eyes off the road to look at her.

"Not exactly " she bites her lower lip and I know she's lying.

"Fair enough " I say looking back on the road, "cos I am not planning on going back " I tell her truthfully.

"Well-" she begins but I cut her off

"Is this your first time?" I scrunch my face when it sounds weird, "I mean skipping school?" I clarify trying to understand her sullen face. Geez women!