It was approximately 5:45 AM. September 1st. I woke up, I ate a bowl of cereal, I showered, and dressed; blue button up, a pair of jeans and my Chuck Taylors.
I brushed my teeth then I combed my yellow hair the way my mom hates it. She wasn't up yet but her boyfriend of two ungodly years, Roy, was.
"Morning kiddo." He said to me. He knows I don't approve and he knows I absolutely can't stand his existence. I don't want him dead, like my dad, I just don't want him here; on this planet, in this country, in my home.
"Good morning." I smiled
"First day back huh?" He said. "You're going to…grade 12?"
"10. I'm 15." I reminded his sorry ass.
"Yes." He said. Conversation with him was about as fun as talking to a wall. No, I prefer talking to walls. They're meant to be flat and boring. He's just a dick.
"Got a girlfriend?" He asked annually.
I glared at him.
"Nah, you're probably not old enough for that." He smiled.
"Not everyone has a girlfriend." I said and he smirked.
"What time does your bus come? " He asked. I could tell I was beginning to irritate him.
"6: 45." I said.
"It's 6:20 on the dot." I told him and he sipped his coffee.
"My, you're very intelligent."
"You always get the time right. You never even check a watch or a clock." He said before taking another loud sip of his coffee. "Fascinating."
"I guess." We sit in the living room; he's on the sofa, I'm in my chair. Another 12 minutes I was stuck with him.
"Well I better get going." Roy stood. "Someone's got to be the man of the house." He said not so much mockingly, but somehow candidly. He smiled at me as he left out the door.
I sat in the dark until 6:40. The bus stop was right at the corner. I grabbed my backpack and I went.
I didn't know, no, I didn't talk to anyone on my school bus. I didn't like any of them. They were boring and stupid. Like really, really stupid. They were all so full of themselves and arrogant and pretentious. It got on my nerves to tell you the truth.
Bobby used to ride my bus back in Junior High. But since I moved, he's on another bus. That and he'll be driving soon. I wondered if I could ever get him to drive me?
I started down the dreary hallways. Friends? What friends.? He's more than a friend…to me.
I get to my locker, and there he is a few lockers up.
"Hey Nicky." He'd always call me. I loved it because it was his name for me.
"Hey Bobby. How was your summer?" I asked sweetly. Well sweet for me.
"Oh you know, same old, same old. Didn't see a lot of you, though" He said almost apologetically.
"Well when your family travels to Florida, what can you do? I see you didn't get any tanner." I laugh. He was some sort of Italian, or Native American maybe because he had the most beautiful caramel skin and dark hair.
"Hey you know I don't tan well." He laughed.
"Yeah." I looked down to hide my blushing face.
"So whose class are you in?" He asks.
"Oh. I got Mr. Sanders"
"Yeah." I nod. "Guess we're not in the same homeroom this year."
I was disappointed and got quiet.
"Pity." He smiles then turns away from. "Hey girls."
"Hey Bobby. How was your summer?" A girl with brown eyes and long dark brown hair, Jenna, asks. She was walking down the hall with a group of girls. She's popular and beautiful. Every guy, well not me, but everybody else, wanted a piece of her.
"Had a blast. I was in Florida with the fam." Bobby said.
"I can see. You got a tan." Some other girl whose name I didn't know said.
"Yeah, I tan pretty well." He bullshitted and I smiled uncomfortably. He only wanted their attention.
"Hi Nicholas." One of the other girls said to me. Vicki, I remembered her name was. She's pretty and blonde and might have had a crush on me. She and Jenna claimed to be cousins.
"Hello." I said softly. She smiled at me. She always did though. It's so weird.
"…well. We'll see you later." The girls leave. Bobby smiled in their direction and waved gently as they left. Jenna looked back and he even winked at her.
I looked at him after the girls were gone. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?" Bobby asked.
"Deal with them." I cringed a bit.
"Nicky, they're girls. Come on."
"But they're just girls, what's so special about them?" I asked him and he looked at me like I was dumb or something.
"Grow up, Nicky." He said. The bell rang. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah." I said dejectedly. They were just girls though. We were best friends…or something like that. I turned and went to class. Everything else kind of sucked when I wasn't around Bobby.
I go to Ms. Greydoyle's class and it seems like another group of pretentious jerks. I sat quietly in my seat but I was approached by some pale kid with dark hair and eyes.
"You a sophomore too?" He asked abruptly. I looked around. He is indeed talking to me.
"Uh, yeah. You?"
"Uh-huh. Everyone in here is a junior or a senior. You must be pretty smart." He nodded.
"I get by." I shrugged. I was recommended for a whole lot of accelerated and honors classes, but I didn't necessarily sign up for them. I'm guessing my mom added them to my schedule. I didn't really care. This boy, this incredibly pale boy, laughed.
"I'm Ian." He smiled. He had a nice smile. Like, he doesn't smile too often.
"Nick? Nice to meet you." I guess we're friends now. We might as well be, because it turned out we had every single class together.
Every so often in the halls, I tried to approach Bobby but he either pulled an "I'm too busy" or a "maybe next time/later". Which is never the case. Now this kid, Ian, keeps inviting me out to go somewhere, but I'd rather become more familiar with him first, seeing as he's a bit creepy.
At home, I tried to work up the nerve to call Bobby, but I never did.
"How was your first day back, dear?" My mother asked at dinner.
"Yeah kiddo, how was it?" Roy asked. He got back from work at 5:00. Ugh.
"'Was fine. Boring. But fine." I shrugged.
"How's Robert been?" My mother said. She's referring to Bobby. She's really the only one who calls him that though.
"He's fine." I shrugged again.
"It doesn't sound like he's fine. What's the matter?" My mother asked.
"Yeah kiddo what's up?" Roy kept repeating after her.
I glare at him for a moment. "He hasn't really been talking to me."
"Oh well he is an athlete. He's just busy. Why don't you two get together during the weekend or something? I'll call Alice and-"
"No Margaret, I don't think that's it." Roy stopped her.
"What Roy?" I said curtly.
"It seems like this Robert kid just doesn't want to be your pal anymore kiddo."
"That's not true." I told him. He doesn't say anything more and continues eating, the bastard. "I've lost my appetite."
"Now, Nicholas," My mother tried to stop me but I left the table and went up to my room. I lie on my bed for a while. Then, I finally decided to call Bobby.
"Hello?" I heard a gruff, older man's voice over the line.
"Oh, hello? This is Nicholas. Is Bobby there?"
"No. He didn't come home yet. I thought he was with you or something. You know where he is?" Bobby's father asked, harshly.
"Um, no." I said. I then heard him growl.
"Well he's not here, Nicholas. I'll have him call you if his ass ever comes home."
"Oh well, Goodb-" Bobby's father hung up before I could finish. He's really bad-tempered. I did wonder where Bobby was though.
Not want to be friends anymore? We've been friends forever. The thought was really unnerving. That and the fact there were all these crows outside my window…
I decided to go to bed.