Just a Freak

Candy Bar

"So," I said. "What were you doing that Mommy claims made you so busy?"

"In all honesty," Caleb sighed, "Nothing."

Apparently his mom pulled the same crap she did wwhen I came over.

That is, barge in unexpectedly every other five minutes.

"Jeez, it's like she's doing the rounds."

"I know. We just ended up watching TV."

"What were you watching?"

I grinned.

I could almost hear Caleb rolling his eyes.

"Lots of dirty, sweaty porn, Riley. Of course."

In the background I heard K's mother shriek.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"Oh crap," He hissed. "I gotta go. Bye."

Mmph.

The next day something weird happened.

I didn't feel like going to school.

So I didn't.

Don't ask me why.

I don't even know.

Instead of walking to school I found myself heading over to the ice cream shop.

Our school is dead center in the middle of a city. No joke.

There traffic everywhere, but it's the perfect school if you want to skip sometime.

I never made it in the ice cream shop, because sitting on the curb outside of the usually crowded Starbucks (barf) sat a couple guys.

One was smoking a ciggarette.

One was fumbling with his bicycle chain.

One was picking pebbles out of the bottom of his shoe with a switchblade.

Guess which one was Dirk?

"Hey. Sunshine."

He shoved the switchblade between his teeth and offered me a lazy and strained high five.

Because, you know, he was bent over picking pebbles out of his shoe. It's hard to give high fives in that position.

"Who's the kid?" Asked bicycle boy.

"Relax, Joe," He said. "This is Riley. She's cool."

Joe continued fumbling around with his bike and Ciggarette boy offered my one.

"It's not as bad as they say it is," He said. He had a very slow, calm way of talking. It made me feel like I trusted him.

I choked.

"You're breathing in too much," Ciggarette boy laughed. Dirk and Joe laughed too.

Not in a mean way, but in a friendly way.

Fuckin' A.

We hung out the rest of the day until school was over.

I came home with a candy bar in my pocket.

Where did it come from?

Pfft.

I dunno.

I didn't steal it or anything.

It's not like I did it to look cool in front of the guys or anything.

No way.

I feel like an idiot.
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