• She's sitting in her car, motionless. Her eyes, so dull and demented with fears and regret. She can't make the descion anymore, she needs someone to make it for her.
    There's her, then there's me, lurking in the corner, watching her. It's like slow motion and my hearts thudding on my rib cage. I want to touch her and tell her to calm down, tell her it's okay.
    Her head turns to me. She cocks an eye brow and her face goes an unhuman white. She knows I've been watching her for the past 10 minutes. She knows I'm worried, I'm sure. The spark is back in her hazel eyes, but only temporarily.
    I shake my head and move into the school. DAMN! Why didn't you say anything? I suppose, this time for her isn't the time for flirting. Shrug it off, Devlin, ignore it all.
    Again, it was a mistake, walking into the sperm colored hallway. I noticed 3 boys had gotten hair cuts, the same hair cut as mine. I roll my eyes, finding it funny how they call me a freak, then copy what I do. The two boys look down at their feet as I pass.
    "Devlin McAmber." A girl's voice, squeeky and bitter, rings into my ears, and everyone else's.
    "Kartie Lindaue." I turn and grin.
    "Nice hair!" She giggles and so do her look alike comrads. The two boys with the same hair look away, smiling slightly.
    "I know, right?" I smile and pop my hip. Some people find that funny, but the rejection in Kartie's face says she didn't.
    "Wow! You truly ARE dumb!" She scoffs, hoping to get some feedback.
    "Ignorance is bliss, my dear." I bow, smile, and walk away. Just another day in my life. Seems like the same damn thing that happened yesterday, and the day before, and the day before THAT, and the day before-....
    I enter my locker code and grab my books. I wonder how she's doing. I haven't seen her yet. Quit talking to yourself, Devlin! She'll be fine!...Ugh! How can I say that when I know for a fact she's not? I mean, her-..
    "Hey, dude!" Abbigale Taylor Tyler punches my shoulder and drops her skate board down.
    "Oh, hey." I wink.
    "Okay, Mr. Optimistic," she says with much sarcasm. "What's your problem today?"
    She's sitting in her car, alone, cold, who knows with what else. "Nothing, man."
    "You look super bummed, I'm just asking." She shrugs and pulls her sweater closer to her.
    "I'm totally fine." I need an excuse to check on her, maybe say something.
    "Well, then, shut the hell up and lets go!" She grabs my hand and leads me into the janitor closet.
    Now that sounds just PERVERTED! And I know what you're thinking! And you're accusasions are totally true! We go in the closet just to trade pokemon cards. You caught me red handed, you super sleuths.
    "I don't understand why we hide?" I look at the floor as I shove my newest cards in my pocket.
    She kisses me. Again, your accusasions were correct. "I've remind you over and over again. We trade pokemon cards and I use you. It's that simple." And we're best friends!
    Her hands slip my shirt off and I roll my eyes. "I understand that, but why do we do this?"
    Abbi stares and me in disbelief. "Like you're going to get any from anyone else?" It was the truth and everything, but she didn't have to say it like that.
    "I just don't feel like doing this today." I sigh as her teeth graze my neck.
    She stops and stares. "Something is SUPER wrong with you." Abbigale clasps her bra back together, after just undoing it. "Explain."
    I pick my shirt up, put it on, and run, literally, out of the closet. I find myself outside, in the corner, just once more. Go over there! You're a bad stalker, you know that, Devlin? Disgrace. Terrible. Awful.
    She's still staring, cheeks wet with tears. Her eyes are so dull, and she can't comprehend, I just feel so-...
    Devlin. DEVLIN! Where are you GOING?! Don't move that way! No! She'll freak! She's in a time of mourning, leave her alone. Oh. My. G- "Hey, are you okay? I'm Devlin."