Short Chapter- Sorry.

POV: Kasie
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My eyes softly open and I feel a leather jacket strewn over my shoulders, rubbing against my warm cheek and shielding the sun shining through my windows. I nuzzle my head into the warm leather. It smells fresh and new with a tinge of some sweet aroma I can't quite--

DESRA! What am I doing with Desra's jacket?!

All of a sudden memories of last night come rushing at my mind ninety nine miles an hour. I can't believe I broke down like that- I'm so pathetic. I mentally punish myself as I jump up and down to fit in jeans a size too small. Putting my only bra on in front of the mirror, I look at my love handles and the bit of chunk that goes beyond my jeans. I wish I didn't persecute myself like this, but if my greatest hope is not to be the way I am now, I've got to start somewhere.

After brushing my hair and dry shaving my armpits, I'm finally ready. I don't have any t-shirts clean and it's not far enough into fall for long sleeves, so I wear a maroon tank top that has the classic Journey beetle on it and slip on a faded black track suit jacket I got from a coat drive a few years back. I really don't want to show up to school. I'm sure Desra has a pity party all planned out. I stuff her leather jacket in my backpack and head out without a pop tart.

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I don't see Desra until fourth hour, when we have English class together. When the passing period comes after third, the butterflies start. What if she's been hardcore judging me all day? Should I just skip? No, Kasie, Grow some balls. You got this. I walk into the class room and sit down by Desra right before the bell rings. I open my mouth to say something as Desra lifts a side of her purple lipsticked mouth up slyly, but of course the teacher interrupts.

"POP QUIZ ON THE FIRST TEN PRESIDENTS! PHONES OFF AND IN YOUR BACKPACKS AND IF I SEE YOU TALKING I RIP UP THE QUIZ!"

I hear the girl behind me whisper "this is English, not History, you stupid bitch" and I can't help but snicker a little bit, which causes Mrs. Tort to turn around and glare at me.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO SHARE SOMETHING WITH THE CLASS, KASIE?" She emphasizes my name in an attempt to attack me, but for some reason I have confidence now.

"Yes, actually." I counter. "I would like to ask why we are doing History in English."

Mrs. Tort looks at the white board and goes white, realizing she already had all of her morning history classes. Is that really the hard part about teaching two subjects? I hear the girl behind me scoff at my totally plagiarized idea and Mrs. Tort turns back around thinking it was me.

"OUT IN THE HALLWAY-" she points her shaky old finger at me. "AND THE REST OF YOU PASS THE QUIZZES BACK UP AND DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE!"

?-?-? :P boop

POV: Desra

I wake up on the floor, having fallen off of the shitty hotel bed for the zillionth time.

"Nghhhh" I groan as I force myself to get up. Looking at the alarm clock, I see that I woke up two hours earlier than I need to. However, maybe some good can come out of waking up early enough for hotel breakfast. I change out of my pajamas into a teal shirt with a white skull that looks like something from dia de los muertos and when I can't find any clean jeans I grab a boot cut pair off the floor and decide they smell okay. I approach the door when I realize I have no socks or shoes, so I take care of that and then I scramble to grab my jacket.

Where is my jacket?

Come on man, I was looking forward to a breakfast of thin bacon strips and add water carton eggs.

All of a sudden last night hits me in the face. Should I even go to school after cuddling with Kasie like that? What if she thinks I'm weird?

What if she thinks I'm some lesbian player?

Or just a lesbian?

I'm straight.

I rush out of the room and out of the thoughts in my head and head down to the dining room of the hotel to drown my troubles with Sunny-D.

I pull out my phone at the table once I get food and stare into the blank screen before opening the chat conversation between Kasie and myself.

DiddyKong: Are you okay?
DiddyKong: Kasie?

KDog: sure