The weekend flew by for me; despite the fact I was doing coursework, which I gained a beautiful headache afterwards. As per, Monday came round too suddenly for my liking. Nevertheless, I knew that my birthday was only this weekend and I couldn't be more enthusiastic about it. Cherrie continued talking, more or less about the type of clubs we may possibly go to once I'm eighteen and what places we could check out and escape Middlesbrough to Newcastle, once in a while. She was extremely happy about this. Daisy on the other hand, was trying to look forward to the weekend, though it was her granddad's funeral is this Friday. I and a few other people got invited to it. Sadly I could not go, due to the fact I had a critique this Friday morning, telling both my tutors and peers what my artwork is about and what I have done so far, within my work. Bloody Art College. Many people I know would like to become an art teacher, to work in either at a primary or secondary school. Meanwhile, I would like to become a curator and work in a gallery. Countless will think it will be boring, but I find art fascinating.
Bus journeys were a pain in the backside. While I knew many who were already taking their driving lessons or have passed. Alternatively, I would like to afford my own car and pay both tax and insurance. I didn't want my parents to pay for it and buy me my own car, because I wanted to buy my first car. I didn't want to be one of those people, who got a new car, just because their mammy or daddy can afford anything, including a car. I want to able afford it, to show people that I can do it and not rely on others. That was one of the reasons why I was looking for a job. I sighed.
The bus pulled over to another stop, gathering more people on board the nearly full bus and for some random reason, I always seemed to have a smelly, old, beer belly man, sitting beside me, when there are hardly any seats left. I mentally shook my head and carried on listening to You Me at Six followed by Fall Out Boy on shuffle, as soon as I knew I was approximately close to college. Luckily, the oversize man pressed the bell, the bus button, for the bus to stop for the next bus stop and started to walk off. At least I didn't have to say excuse me and people will give you a look do I really have to move? Sometimes people were nice. Sometimes. The bus pulled over once more, dropping many adults off, leaving mostly students on board. That's when I noticed it was my stop next. Getting my stuff ready, I paused Fall out Boy's 'Sugar, We're Goin' Down,' and wrapped my earphones around my IPod and placed it within my totes bag. Pressing the bell, I grab my portfolio and got up from my seat, looking swiftly behind me, making sure I got everything. I headed down the aisle and stood, waiting for the vehicle to pause at the bus stop. Once the bus stopped, I said my thanks to the driver, just being respectful.
I still couldn't believe that college was approximately over. I loved every second of it. I wished I could relive it, even though I had my few share of my ups and downs too. Cherrie and Kyle are located off to university, to continue their studies, whereas Daisy was going to do apprenticeship in admin and Drew was getting a job at tattooing. He loved tattoos and wanted to finish of his sleeve tattoo, before our college year was over, just so he could show it off for our end of the year exhibition. I smiled at that thought.
Wandering to the Art College, I caught a voice, shouting from over the road. Whoever it was, they grabbed my attention and snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Hollie!" I snapped my head up and looked across the road to my right. I noticed it was Drew and Kyle, who were waving me over. Looking both left and, noticing is was safe; I crossed over to greet them.
"Good morning, my amigos. How are you both doing?" I said cheerfully, even though I was not a morning person.
Drew was wearing his traditional oversize grey t-shirt, which was somewhat larger than him, but then again it suited is physique shape, in conjunction with his signature black skinny jeans and red converse, along with a leather jacket. His long shaggy, brunette hair was chaotic in all directions, almost covering his cerulean eyes. He was carrying his bag pack him, just over one shoulder. Alternatively, there was somewhat different about Drew that had changed. I could not place my finger on it, although he did look much muscular than before. Was he at the gym all weekend? I know that the police had asked him questions at the station after the incident and I recalled what that tutor had whispered to the officer, but then again she did say, she was seeing things. He must’ve taken his anger out on the treadmills. Poor treadmills. I tried not to show my confusing facial expression towards Drew. I had a feeling something was happening to him.
Meanwhile Kyle was wearing a grey hoodie and blue skinny jeans in addition to wearing his white vans. His fair hair was straight, with his fringe was attractively put to his right. He looked at me, while his hazel eyes seemed to have shine to them, just from seeing me. He too seemed altered as well, like something about his joyful aura has converted. But knowing Kyle, he would try and not be focused on it as well as continue be his blissful self. But I noticed that his skin became slightly pale, I looked at him confused. I noticed his hazel eyes seemed to have a slight gold within them, which I had never noticed before. I shook my head before I got any stupid ideas or ask questions.
"I'm fine, just sleepy that’s all. I hate Monday's," drowsed Kyle, while rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands and yawning at the same time. Ah, that's why he's pale, lack of sleep. I’m guessing someone did a little too much gaming last night. I mentally smiled.
"Join the club," Drew muttered, under his breath. I also noticed that he too was yawning, while dragging his feet along behind himself. He was practically crawling to college. I burst out laughing.
“Oh wow, did you guys eat zombie cereal this morning or something? Or did you guys get attacked by one?”
Drew glared at me, to say seriously Hollie? “Oh ha-ha. No Hols, I was up, trying to finish my essay off and I’ve been feeling ill recently. Don’t why to be honest. But hopefully it’s nothing to be worried about.”
I started to walk between the two guys, while heading to college. I looked up to the sky and observed it was cloudy today. It was sunny this morning. Stupid English weather. There were trees next to our right hand side, swaying with the wind, while making a hush sounds. There were a few houses with large gardens and their own garages, surrounded by fences and gates, keeping us out, on both our right and other side of the road; our left. Cars were coming from up and down, probably taking children to school or drooping students off to college or heading to work. It wasn’t busy on both sides of the road, on the path, due to the fact it was only eight-thirty in the morning and college didn't start until between either nine or ten, depending on what course you’re on. I eyes Drew, looking at him cautiously.
“Drew you may have come down with something. Want to head to the pharmacy now or at dinner?” I asked, being the concerned friend I am. Drew was hardly ill but ever since that incident, something was bugging me about him.
But stubborn Drew shook his head and was attempting to force a smile, “No I’ll be ok. Don’t worry about me. It’ll probably pass.”
“Drew. I always worry about you. I’ve got some paracetamols in bag if you want some? I don’t mind?”
“You carry tablets with you? Are you secret drug dealer Hols?” Kyle suddenly said, despite the fact a sneer was creeping onto his face.
I stopped walking and gave Kyle a death glare and smacked his shoulder hard. Kyle looked shocked, as I never smacked him like that before.
“Oh yeah I’m a secret drug dealer and I just give people tablets for the sake of it, especially the happy pills. Excuse me, mister, but I have reasons why I carry tablets around with me. I suffer from headache and migraines thank you very much,” I declared, practically screeching at his face.
“Okay, okay I believe you! You didn’t have to hit me though! I was only joking, jeez Holly. Take a chill pill.”
I took a deep breath before glaring once again at Kyle. Kyle was never like this; a mick taking someone, “Seriously Kyle?! Never mind. Moving conversation slightly, Drew isn’t your birthday tomorrow? What you doing for it?”
“Going to Mix Tape,” Drew replied with a cheesy grin, despite the fact he is ill.
"Oh? And who are going with?" I asked, eagerly.
"You know, our usual crowd; Cherrie, Daisy, Melissa, Gustav, Ryan and Joey.”
“Oh man! You can get laid! I wish I was becoming 18!” screamed Kyle. If Kyle shouted that a little louder, I’m sure the whole world would’ve heard him. I pressed my thumb and index finger to my eyes thinking, why Kyle, why? He slightly curled both hands towards his chest and said, “Those women with huge, big tits and they started to grind on you…” Kyle had a dreamy look in his eyes, which made him scary for once, along with the cheesy grin. He’s been to too many parties.
Drew laughed loudly, “Oh man, yes. I would've invited you two morons, but you guys are still babies."
"Yes Drew, 'cause we still wear nappies and poop in our underwear," sarcasm was Kyle's only defence, "At least you'll be 40 before us," he grinned and I high fived him. Drew just gave 'the look'.
“Hey Drew, I was just wondering; didn’t you get suspended or something, from what happened on Friday?”
Drew took a deep breath and shook his head, informing me that he didn't, “No. Both the police and tutors gave me a warning, not to do anything like that again. It’s all James’ fault; he was provoking me! He started it. He’s so frustrating.”
“Do you know what Drew? I think he may fancy you,” Kyle punched Drew’s arm, in a jokey way and winked at him.
“I rather stick pins in my eyes, thank you very much.”
“No, I am definitely sure that he was trying to show his affection for you.”
“No, I’m okay thanks.”
“Oh c’mon, he wants you.”
“I fancy someone else, who is a girl.”
“Oh! And who is this lucky girl?”
I didn’t bother to pay attention to the rest of their thoughtless argument. I was too busy thinking of something else. Noticing Drew’s right hand, I realised it was still covered in bandages yet he was moving it quite alright. I narrowed my eyes at it and made me think. I stopped walking and turned to Drew, preparing to ask my question, “Drew didn’t you break your hand?”
Drew stopped talking to Kyle and looked at me, directly in my eye. His hair moved swiftly in the wind and I almost missed his panic across his face, which hurriedly transformed back to normal. He was wary of me and put his left hand behind his back, “No did not. I went to the doctors and had x-rays. There was nothing broken, just I pulled a few muscles. The doctors said I was lucky, though,” he laughed, nervously.
I looked at Kyle and he seemed to try and look away from us, avoiding the conversation as well as trying to put his attention to something else. It seemed Kyle knew or roughly had an idea what was going on. I looked back at Drew and slowing nodded my head, even though I was uncertain of what he said. I turned in the opposite direction and started to walk to the college. I heard both of the guys walking behind me.
We got to college, noticing that it was rather busy for a Monday. Weird. People were sat on either the grass or benches, while some were leaning against the tree, all smoking. The fashion sense was very vibrate and colourful. For some reason, we art students dressed very differently; scene kids, emo, hipsters, people with tattoos and piercings. There were a few normal people. It just depends on what coursework you were on, like on the FE (Further Education) Fashion Course, you looked well, fashionable, but they looked down on people. I heard from people that it was a very bitchy course. No wonder since it was full of girls and a few gays. I haven't got anything against gays, as I got a gay uncle.
A few people noticed Drew and started to whisper behind his back. He mumbled something and headed straight to the double door, with myself and Kyle, trailing behind him.
I wonder what today would bring us.
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