You know, a little help can't hurt.. Especially now that I'm looking at the math test in front of me. I don't have any of my friends in this period either, so there goes cheating.

Why was math created? Who the fuck needs to know Collage Algebra? I'm not becoming a damn teacher or anyone that needs to know this. I swear we weren't taught this. These numbers are aliens, imposters.

It's really hard to hate a teacher when they're so nice. She's so nice but this math is fucking evil. What the fuck are cube root equations? Math is only the second class of the day but I'm alone and failing. Wahoo, another win for me. If only there was Nutella here, or marshmallows, cake, snickers. I should bring a watermelon next time, my encouragement melon. It'll tell me all the answers like the apple from the bible.

After writing the most half-assed answers, I add some drawings of crying animals to get sympathy points. My -equally as horrible- art skills will blow her away. I get up and give her my amazing test. She looks at me with pity.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes. Be back soon."

I nod, go back to the front of the room, grab the few things I have brought. She doesn't notice since she's too busy admiring my beautiful stick figures throwing each other off roofs and zoo animals crying. I go to my locker, take my stuff and homework for once before leaving the building. I walk down the stairs and left through the front doors, the security not doing anything. Hopefully a school shooter never comes in or we'll all die. I venture the short journey to the food shop down the street to buy dinner for tonight. I buy dinner, dad cooks it, and the extra money goes to debt. Perfect life. Ha.

I pick out beans and hotdogs since it's amazing. Who wouldn't want amazing food? Good food is life. I get all the stuff I was daydreaming about in math too. Fuck math.

(I know the times are wrong, leave me alone)

It's left on read. I wonder where we're going to go. Definitely not home, I'd get my ass beat. I'm not up for that. My legs hurt. I know it's been about five minutes, but five minutes is a long time to stand in paranoia.

. . .

The air is musty. I'll give it my skin care routine so it gets fixed and becomes better. After the next seven solar eclipses, a familiar black car pulls up in front of me. The passenger window rolls down to show the super old guy wearing sunglasses and his messy hair everywhere. "Get in, loser." He sits back up from leaning over the counsel.

I hop in the car as if I do this all the time, I don't. I've only seen his car when it's parked on the street, in front of the restaurant. "Rich people car."

"A Lexus?"

"Yes."

He rubs his face with his hand before readjusting the sunglasses. I take the sunglasses out of my purse. I keep them on hand for any moment where I could be hot and this is it. I put them on and look out the window at people that are walking by like I'm cooler than them. Little do they know, I'm failing school and on the verge of jumping off a bridge.

"Where to?"

"Anywhere but home."

"Good thing I don't know where you live."

"Oh yeah. I don't know, anywhere."

"The library?"

"No, they're too quiet and I can't focus in silence. How about your house?"

"My house? I have annoying roommates."

"Are they smart?"

"Mainly."

"Then they can help you help me. It's perfect."

He starts driving. Oh, it's so much smoother than my parent's car. Their car goes dum dum dum, squeaks, screams and sometimes has a mental breakdown. It's such an attention whore.

"You should give me all your money."

"Why?"

"This is a robbery."

"A horrible robbery. I'm not giving you shit."

"I don't want shit, I want money."

"That's why I'm not giving you shit. I don't have any more money, sorry."

"Why not?"

"Bills are expensive."

"Start an only fans and get a lot of money."

He shakes his head. "Hard pass."

"Is it because you're too emo? Will you be crying while fucking the hoes on camera?"

"Bitch."

"No, I'm thee bitch."

He ignores me and turns the radio knob till it's really loud, playing "My house" by Flo Rida.

Oh, such a vibe. "This is the perfect song to be playing right now."

"Yep."

It's silent for the rest of the trip. I keep looking at people as if I'm some important person. This is why karma shits on me every time she can. My friends would be so proud of me. Skipping school again, going to a dude's house that I know nothing about. I know his name, his job and everything except his home life. I didn't know he had roommates or that this is the longest drive ever.

After so damn long, he turns the car onto a side street of very nice, I mean nice looking houses. Near the very far end of the street, he pulls into the driveway of one. My heart stops. "Stop. You're fucking with me."

He stops the car in the driveway, between other rich people cars. "I'm not."

"This isn't some stranger's house?"

"No."

"I'm moving in with you."

He smiles. "I don't think you want to live with a bunch of guys."

"I have brothers."

"It's different."

"Yea, y'all are rich."

He rolls his eyes before unlocking the doors and getting out. I hop out of the car, too excited to see the inside of the house. I follow him around the side to the front of the house. It's so pretty, The air is still humid. Oh yeah, I'm in uniform. Ew.

In front of me stands a beautiful black and white, very tall house with giant windows and pointy roofs. Under the roofs are structural beams with little half circles in between them. It is all connected by pillars, arches between each pillar. There is a deck to the entrance, under the front balcony, The railing has black, metal pole thingies and white bricks on the ends. They follow the three steps. The deck flooring is sun faded gray, wooden boards. Pillars on each corner of the deck with arches connecting each at the top, under the balcony. The light of the house has this circular room that I can't see into. I can't see into any of the rooms. This is beautiful. There is so much grass and land around the house, trees too. 

"Gawking much?"

I focus back to reality. "Oh, sorry."

He sighs. We walk to the front door, me following him, my heart beating a thousand times per second. I am speed.

"Are your roommates nice?"

"If they weren't, I wouldn't be living here." He fumbles with a keychain before taking a key and opening the front door.

I follow him in. It's a white hallway that splits in different directions. Forward, to the right and the left. The bottom half of the walls are black and there's black chandeliers down the hallway. The floor is wooden squares. "Why is it cold here?" The right has a big ass couch, bookshelves. Left has one room that I can see black walls and the hallway has another left segment that goes somewhere. Straight forward, it's a huge room with something in the far back. I see windows that have grass behind. What is this place?

"Nick is old as fuck and needs cold air so he doesn't overheat and die," he ends the sentence louder than he started it.

"I heard that!" Some voice from nearby yells.

Voices echo here? "How big is this house?"

"Six bedrooms. There's a guest bedroom."

My heart stops. I am dead, no more speed. "Oh my gawd."

"God didn't build this house. Construction workers did."

I smack his arm and take off the sunglasses. My backpack is heavy, and the bag of food, my purse, and my dignity. I follow him as he walks away. Good thing I don't live here, would already be lost. The room on the left is the kitchen. Oh, holy fuck. It's black and white, one wall replaced with two big windows on the left, straight ahead on the wall is the sink and counters with another window. On the right are more counters with a stove in the middle and an overhead light above it. The ceiling has LED lights making geometric patterns inside a rectangle. The middle of each side has a chandelier that matches the ones in the hallways. There is a table between the windows on the left wall.

I barely noticed the shirtless man that's looking through the fridge, right next to the doorframe on the right. He slams the door shut before spinning on his heels towards us, holding a beer in one hand and his phone in the other.

"I'm not old. I'm only fourteen years older than you. Who are you?" He looks at me. He has dark brown hair, light tan skin and muscles.

I do love me some muscles but not from a forty-two-year-old man. Basically pedophilia.

Henry answers for me. How rude. "Colette. I'm helping her with her school work. Now, put on some clothes you whore."

This fucker drinks half the fucking beer in one go. How? That stuff tastes horrible. "You dropped out of high school. You ain't helping shit."

"I'm not shit." I turn to the emo. "You never told me you dropped out of high school."

He looks down at me, his bright blue eyes staring into my soul. "You never asked." He turns back to Nick. "I graduated eventually. Now get your ass out of the way, you're doing nothing here."

"I'm doing drugs."

"You do drugs too?!" They both look at me. Looking at two tall men is very intimidating. Bothering Henry when he is sitting down is easy.

"Hell yea," Nick says before walking away, disappearing around a corner.

I follow my old friend to the table. He pulls out a seat before sitting in the one next to it. I sit beside him. "Who are your other roommates?"

"Kaden, Mikko and Finn."

"Are they all old? I can't marry an old rich man."

"You will get the will faster."

"Oh yeah."

He runs his hands through his fluffy hair, making it worse. "Take out whatever you need help with."

I dramatically groan and throw the big, fat bag on the table, hearing the loud bang. I take everything out. Might as well sort it out, probably get my life together too.