Half and hour ago, i almost knew for certain that by this time, i would be grounded. That ominous feeling actually has a pretty good explanation behind it; i was coming home late, a truant, and reeking of weed. Well, maybe not reeking, but the cherry blossom body spray i had doused myself in wasn't helping as much as i hoped. I walked in the door and imediately appologized for being irresponsable. Lucky for me, rhe school hadn't called to tell my parents that i missed enligsh class and they didn't get close enough to me to smell me. Unfortunately, my grandfather won't drive me anywhere for a couple of weeks. Yeah, there's a long story behind all of that and it all started at lunch.

For a couple of days now, Chelsea's been saying that Brian, her painfully devoted and loving boyfriend had been acting weird. He wouldn't pick up her phone calls and had changed his facebook relationship status to "single" which is USUALLY a bad sign (just usually). Today it went from bad to worse and after a lot of encouragement from me and JoMau, she confronted him. He ended their relationship. I'm not going to dive into a long explanation of why it happened so the short explanation is that he said that he didn't like her as much as she liked him. In other words, he's a tremendous douche who led her into believing that they were soulmates, only to change his mind when he realized that things wouldn't always work in his favour.

That all happened while I was toiling on the track in gym class. After gym i saw Chelsea on the way to English and noticed that she had been crying. I figured that it was a Brian-realted issue and she probably needed someone to talk to. Reading short stories just wasn't at the top of my priority list at that time. I'm not the best person to come to if you want to be patronized with so-called "comforting" words but i tryed my best. We decided that to get her mind off of him, me and her would hang out after school. She would be able to pick me up from yearbook and we could wander aimlessly and wax poetic . I would just have to call my grandfather to tell him not to pick me up from yearbook...

Five and a half hours ago was when it started to go wrong. I had taken a break from coding HTML to work on photoshopping a title and got very caught up in my work. By the time 3:30 rolled around and i realized that i hadn't called my grandfather, he was already in the parking lot. I appologized and told him that Chelsea's mom would pick me up. She showed up late and drove us to Zehrs, where we were meeting Josh. Josh cheered Chelsea up with stolen potato wedges and we talked about her history of dating complete jackasses. Shortly after that we walked up Malden, to Austin's house.

Me and Josh loitered akwardly in his driveway while Chelsea asked of he wanted to hang out. He wanted to, but was grounded on account of failing math, thanks to a certain someone (who's name may or may not be Adam) who failed as a math tutor. We settled for continuing to loiter on his driveway with him, since he could go to the park with us. After discussing a variety of topics like Jefree Starr, ADD and jaywalking, Austin just had to go and bring up the topic of (barely) memorable moments Chelsea and him had while under the influence of "potatoes". Apparently "cookies" are now known as "potatoes". Anyways, Chelsea got that look in her eye and i know that she was thinking, "My day would get so much better if i got high!" As much as i don't want her to cope with her stress in a self-destructive way, i'm in no position to lecture her . We said our goodbyes to Austin and set off for the woods.

Three hours ago, Josh was looking at me dissaprovingly as i passed the pipe back to Chelsea. From the time he was a baby he only saw the bad effects of drugs so i can only imagine what he was thinking. However, his obvious disapointment didn't stop us from embarking on our figurative regression to a carefree, childlike state. That's a pretty good metaphor, now that i think about it. I'll have to reuse it in a short story sometime. I thought it up on walk out of the woods and back into civilization.

When we left the woods Chelsea decided that what she the two things she wanted to do most were to forget about Brian and to eat a Little Caesar's Pizza. I decided that i was going to get some cinnamon bread. By the time we walked up Malden to the restaurant, Chelsea was a mess. The wind was really strong so her hair was messy and her nose was red. Her eyes were red and watery from a combination of sadness and drugs. I walked in and felt like everyone was staring at us. Then, when i went up the counter to order, i panicked for no reason at all. It was like i was in a play and forgot what my lines were. I asked if it was possible to buy individual pieces of cinnamon bread and the cashier gave me a funny look.

Two hours ago i was standing in the "antechamber" of the library with Josh, waiting for Chelsea's mom to drive me home. Chelsea was probably shelfing books or working at the desk at that time. I hoped that everything was alright and the librarians weren't turing her into a gossip topic for days when she doesn't work. Two months ago, she had promised herself that she wouldn't get high on work days. It's distressing to see how quickly that promise was broken.

An hour ago i was talking with Josh about Runescape as we walked to Chelsea's mom's car. I was so glad i didn't have to be in the car with my parents. I would deal with them when i got home. So far, everything has been good and i'm not in much trouble. Hopefully it will stay that way.


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