Nameless

*Jaime’s POV*

It’s the first day of our last year of high school. Senior year. It feels like an eternity has passed before I made it to this year. But nonetheless, I’ve made it so close. And have gone through hell and back just to be here.

The all too infamous sound of my alarm rings violently on my bedside table. Groaning into my pillow, I shut it off. Well snooze it. Just one more year of waking up at this godforsaken hour and then I can sleep in every single morning for however long I want. I can only dream about waking up on a Wednesday morning at 10am and feel good knowing that I don’t have to do anything with myself that day.

I finally get up out of bed, heading straight for the shower on this cold winter’s morning. The hot water boils over my skin, seemingly ‘defrosting’ me and my scars. My scars are mostly old and healed, however there are a few which are more recent. I was clinically depressed in the week leading up to my drunken meltdown. I hadn’t eaten all day and practically poured a bottle of vodka down my throat until I was drunk enough to find my old friends, hidden in the draw in a little velvet box.

Towards the end of the year, pressure built up upon my relationship with Austin after he moved away. We decided to try the whole long-distance relationship thing and attempted to see each other during school break and video call each other often. I was so scared of the possibility of him cheating on me, even though we’d been together for over a year and I had full trust in him. Not long after he did move away, his new school friends invited him to a party in which he was then filmed drunkenly making out with another guy. I sent him a text almost instantly after receiving the video, which came from his phone might I add because a friend of his had it, saying blankly ‘we’re through’. It wasn’t until the morning after that Austin had tried to call me and tried to figure it out, but I was shattered. My trust in Austin was shattered. I told him sternly that what he did was not okay and that he has ruined our once ‘movie-like’ perfection of a relationship and there is no trust in him not doing the act again, sober or drunk. I haven’t heard from Austin since.

“Aw, look at my boy. A big high school senior!” my mum cheers as I walk down the stairs. I let a little smirk dial across my face before making myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. She hugged me around my torso, telling me how proud of me she was.

My mum is a short person, but a beautiful person of course. She is always so interested in her kids’ lives, mine and my little six-year-old brother Logan. She’s a lawyer with a busy work load, but somehow manages to have breakfast, lunch and dinner made for my step-dad, Logan and I every day of the week and always be so active in our lives. She makes it to every single football game Logan has on the weekends and even helped me through my depression when I was much younger after my actual dad left. Matt, my step-dad is a business man working for an advertising company. He goes on a lot of business trips.

Mum places a big plate of buttermilk pancakes with blueberries on the table in front of me. She made my favourite breakfast as a way of celebrating my last year of high school. I don’t know why because since my depressive meltdown last year (of which she is unaware) I haven’t eaten breakfast and she stopped making me breakfast ages ago, allowing me to get my own when I needed it.

“Mum, why did you make me pancakes for breakfast?” I ask her, alluding to the fact that I now use coffee as my breakfast.

“Well because blueberry pancakes have been your favourite since you were two, and even though you’ve stopped eating breakfast, I know you can’t resist them” she winks at me as I take a bite of pancake. “I figured it would be a good way to start the last school year off for you”. God love how well my mother knows me.

I finish my morning routine and waited outside on my front porch for Tony as he is driving me to school. Tony has been my best friend for nearly three years, and was the first person I came out to. He pulls up in my driveway, however a second body is in the car with him, in the front seat, where I am supposed to sit. I yell out ‘goodbye’ to my family inside before entering the car. I greet Tony and the second body, who turned out to be Vic, another good friend of mine. Vic and his brother Mike moved to San Diego about two years ago, and even when I was dating Austin, I’ve always had this incomprehensible attraction to Vic. Just who he is as a person, his sense of humour and his curly brown locks are all so damn attractive. And in more recent times, my attraction has become stronger, however I don’t think he feels the same way.

Reaching the parking lot, we clear the car and mosey on into the school, feeling all high and mighty on the inside that we were senior boys, top of the school. However, we are not popular, not that it matters. All the boys who play sports like basketball and football are the ones who are popular. I feel popular in my group of friends; Tony, Mike, Vic, Jack and Alex. We’ve all formed a tight knit friendship. One based around sexual innuendos and drunken memories, pizza nights and relationship advice. However, we all share one common interest, music. When we were younger, we all aspired to be in bands and even attempted to create our own, but that never came to with the introduction of girls and how tough it was to balance band practice. We still jam together occasionally.

Hearing the first morning bell, I wave goodbye to the guys and go to my locker to retrieve my books for the first few classes. Upon reaching my locker, I am shocked to find a girl at the locker next to mine, not Joel Birch whom was my locker buddy since the beginning of high school. She seemed to be struggling to open her locker and was startled when I came up asking if she’d like some help.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” I apologise.

“No, it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it. But do you mind helping me?” the nameless girl with red, wavy hair and leather jacket asked.

I helped her to unlock her locker and place her things inside. “I’m Jaime, this is my locker here” I say pointing to the blue metal door next to hers. “What your name?”

“I’m Haylie” she smiles, offering to shake my hand, “nice to have a friendly face for a locker buddy”.

Before I could press out anything else, Jack runs up to us. “Jaime, I see you’ve met my cousin Haylie. Can you tell that she gets her hair colour inspo from my hair?” Jack laughs, noting that he has a red stripe in his pitch black hair. Whilst we laugh, I gesture to them both questionably. “Oh yeah, Haylie’s dad and my mum are siblings. Haylie’s dad is in the air force and so has been transferred here because he got transferred here” Jack explains.

“Makes sense” I laugh before we walk off to class.

Notes

So I used to write other stories... Figured I would pick it back up again considering I feel like I have a very interesting story to write.