I had felt like shit all weekend and now for Monday, it was the usual drizzly morning. It was pretty odd for Nevada to get this much rain, but we weren't complaining at the difference it was from living in an inferno. In all honesty the weather usually gave people a fever you can't sweat out. I had a bit of nostalgia walking through the heavy doors that morning, it reminded me of the day I had met Ryan in August. Then I felt a boyish hand pleasantly grip my shoulder, I removed Ryan's hood from my head and turned around to face him.
"Hey, Ryro." He smiled at me when I said his nickname.
"Hey, (Y/N/N)." He replied and flicked my nose.
I blushed and hugged him, "It was a long day after I left."
"I'm sorry." He sympathized, and played with the pins on my backpack.
"I love you, Ry." I kissed his cheek.
"Nice hoodie by the way, where'd you get it?" He smirked.
"Oh, sorry, did you want it back?" I pulled at the fabric lightly.
"No, it looks adorable on you, however my Fall Out Boy shirt is a different matter." He raised a brow at me and continued to smirk.
"It's in my backpack, I already washed it for you." I laughed him off.
"I love you too." He grabbed my hand and we started walking.
Arriving into Mrs. Joseph's class, we journeyed to our seats, she gave a glance as to our hands and sighed.
"Miss (Y/L/N) and Mister Ross, you are up to date on our school's policy of public displays of affection correct?" She raised one of her perfectly black eyebrows to us.
"Yes ma'am, we're sorry." I spoke up in a meek voice and dropped Ryan's hand, the whole class "oooed."
She continued on with today's lesson, and before we knew it, class was over. Ryan grabbed my hand and we walked to my locker, I hadn't seen Beverly today yet and was a little concerned. I looked around for her and I even looked for Curtis, but neither were to be found. I thought about it for a moment and realized that they must be out somewhere together. I looked back at Ryan and stroked my lips across his jawbone.
"I have to get my stuff for next block, okay?" He kissed my cheek and walked off.
"Okay." I replied and blushed at the kiss, I heard some people around me speaking but I ignored them until I was shoved against a locker.
"Who's that, emo girl?" A bleach blonde teenage girl, who's hair was shiny and fake, pinned me against my locker, god her perfume reeked.
"A guy, who are you?" My voice gave off with confusion, tinged with a dash of sarcasm.
"I'm your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend." She gave a smile with teeth as white as snow.
"Why am I pinned against a locker-" She cut me off with a hard slap.
"Let me finish, I'm Brent's girlfriend and Curtis' ex." It still made no sense as to why I was being attacked.
"That's nice, you know they're both very contemporary young men. Also, why the hell am I jammed against my own locker?" My smart assed tone done the talking for me.
"You cheated on my boyfriend." Was all she said before gripping my hair around a fist and slamming me into a locker.
I felt immense pressure on my nose and then excruciating pain, I yelped but no one paid attention. She slammed me into the metal door a few more times before pelting my back, face, throat, and crotch with various punches and kicks. I cried, and cried, she still smiled that damn shark smile, all of her bright whites showed. I felt fresh, warm blood stream down my face, all of the cuts itched and shot pain through my body. I finally took enough of her blows and swung my first, it connected to her bony cheek and she whined. I punched her again, and again, she didn't have as many bruises as I'd have but it felt good to get some anger out. I laughed in her face and watched as her perfectly plump bottom lip split wide open. I scraped it with my nail and she cried out in pain, I punched her one more time. I looked around the hall and noticed that my scissors, among other things, had fallen from my locker. Gingerly, I picked them up and turned the blonde girl over. I sat down on her back and began snipping away at her butt-length bleached hair, I had chopped it until it was right against her skull. It was now short and uneven and I laughed at her, she grasped at one of the long locks lying on the floor and cried.
I grabbed my binder for World Economics and headed to the second floor, I practically ran up the stairs and into class. I sat down, Mr. Thompson wasn't in the classroom. I sat down next to Ryan and leaned over to him.
"Where's our teacher?" I whispered, and he gave me an "I don't know" gesture.
"What happened to you?" He motioned with a wide eyes stare, I shrugged.
"Brent's girlfriend attacked me in the hallway." I said it casually, and Ryan's mouth was agape.
"When?!" He was shocked.
"After you went to your locker." I replied wiping some blood from my lip, it was still bleeding.
"Do you need to go the infirmary?" He was genuinely concerned, and I shook my head "no."
"Are you sure?" He asked me again, grabbing my still sore hand and I hissed.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He sounded like a concerned mom.
"I'm fine, my hand is just a little sore." I smiled weakly and kissed him.
"I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." He smiled at me and I blushed.
"I love you too, Ryan Ross." I replied, flicking his nose lightly.
Mr. Thompson walked in the room and spoke to half of the classroom, and then spoke to our side. The left half had dismissed to somewhere while the right, our side, was still sitting.
"I want you kids, the right side, to put your things up and go outside and play around on the practice field." He spoke before turning around and heading to his desk for a nap.
I grabbed Ryan's hand, we put our things up and headed outside. The kids from the left side asked where we going and we asked where they were, the left side had to sit in the second floor lobby while we ventured outdoors. Ryan and I glanced down and noticed that they had worksheets laid out on the tables. We went downstairs and out the back doors, I got a liberating whiff of fresh air in my lungs. It was amazing, I smiled at the feel of it. Ryan and I collapsed onto the ground together, we laid there cloud watching for close to twenty minutes until a dog came on the practice field.
"Ryan, dog." I spoke quietly, as to not frighten the dog.
He jolted upright, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "Where?"
"There." I pointed to the dog.
Ryan started calling for it, "Here doggy, come here pretty doggy!"
Eventually the dog journeyed to Ryan and he started petting it, she was a beautiful white husky with black accents and powdery blue eyes. She was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. I smiled when she licked my face, Ryan laughed and she laid down between us. He and I sat upright and petted her. She occasionally licked either of us until we had to go inside, Ryan hugged her before we left and I smiled at his happiness. He was most definitely a dog person. Once we entered the school again, reality hit like a knife. As in a punch connected with my face for the second time today.
High school never ends.