We're All Full Of Lies

Frank flew out the door quickly muttering a good bye the second Mr Way had dismissed us in an attempt to put as much distance between himself and Tyler. I couldn’t blame him, I however wasn’t so privileged, I still had no idea what way I had to go in order to get home so that meant waiting for Mikey to come and pick me up. And that meant leaving myself vulnerable to Tyler’s wrath. I decided to take my time, putting my sketchbook and pencils away into my bag painfully slowly. I kept a close eye on Tyler as he stormed out of the classroom and made sure to count the minutes he was gone before I decided to leave.

“You’re not really a "need to do things quickly'’ kind of person are you?” Mr Way said leaning against the doorframe of the classroom flicking the light switch off. The classroom darkened substantially as I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the room.
I tapped away at my phone texting Mikey before answering him, “It depends, right now there’s nowhere I need to be in a short amount of time, so therefore I am going to take my time”
I heard a small ‘hmm’ noise come from Mr Way.
“What about you? You obviously don’t have anything too exciting on in the afternoons if you’re willing to sit in a classroom with Frank and I for an hour” I stated slipping my phone into my pocket.
“Well I would be here for the extra hour whether you and Frank were joining me or not, everything I need to work on my art is here; easels, canvases, every type of paint and pencil I could ever want. So it’s not a big deal really, after you two serve your weeks’ worth of detention and presuming you won’t earn yourselves more I will still be here every afternoon for the extra hour; I enjoy the solitary quietness”
Mr Way held open the heavy glass door that led to the front of the school and parking lot for me, I smiled “Thanks Mr Way”
“Technically considering its outside school hours just call me Gerard, have a good afternoon Mirabelle” He said walking down the stairs jingling his keys. He made it halfway across the parking lot before stopping and realising I was seated on the stairs awaiting Mikey’s arrival. “How are you getting home?” He called across the empty parking lot.
“I have a friend coming to pick me up” I called in return to his question.
He had some kind of emotion cross his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, it was almost a malicious smirk mixed with concern. It, however, left as quickly as it had come and he turned on his heels and thrust himself into a black sedan before speeding out of the car park.

Well that was weird. I rested my elbows on my knees, my held head in my hands waiting for Mikey. Mr Wa- Gerard was one of the most confusing individuals I’ve ever met, completely normal and friendly one moment, than a complex enigma of facial expressions and gestures the next.

I woke up ridiculously late the next morning and didn’t even bother to brush my hair before flying down the stairs to make breakfast in under 5minutes; otherwise I would be late. The TV was monotonously droning away in the background as I poured coffee into a mug, the steam rising and coating my face in a sticky sheath. I was halfway through a yawn when something on the TV screen caught my eye. Pink dress. Blood.

Notes

Hey there! I know, I know...I am so sorry not only did I not update yesterday but it's a very painfully short chapter with a slight cliffhanger (if you could call it that) but I think things are most definitely starting to move along with this story! So please do comment and all that, and don't be afraid to tell me what you do and don't like! :) thank you so very much for reading! :D x
Ps. I don't know if anyone is a Ghost Town fan but I am in love with their song Dr. Doctor go check it out it's pretty rad :D --> www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCZBtA9idHM