Shut the window on him

"Fuck off," I muttered, making to close the window.

"Ah, come on, don't be like -" the man started. I didn't hear the rest of the sentence, as it was blocked by layers of glass.

What a prick.

*

My alarm blared in my ear, and rolled over, groaning. After turning it off, I stared bleary-eyed at my phone screen for a few seconds before I finally realized that it was still blank. Still no reply from Liam. What the fuck's going on with him?

It seemed like I was the only one alive in this part of town. Wandering the streets around the motel in my school uniform, I didn't see a single person apart from a guy face-down in the gutter, clearly passed out from **** judging by the vodka bottle next to him. Obviously the early morning wasn't rush hour here.

Finally, as I got further away from the outskirts, I found a food place that opened before 6 pm. As i pushed the door to the diner open, the man behind the counter, dressed in a classic red and white apron that just about covered his stomach, looked up. "Howdy there, miss. What can I get ya?"

"Uhh ..." I looked up at the menus. "Blueberry pancakes, please."

"Coming right up," he smiled.

My stomach growled as the smell of the pancakes wafted into my nostrils, and I realized how desperately hungry I was. As soon as they arrived, I wolfed them down, barely even registering that they were surprisingly good.

"Whoa," the man said. "You need some more, there, miss?"

"Yes, please," I said sheepishly, before letting out a loud burp. I quickly glanced around in embarrassment, but the diner was empty apart from the owner. "Sorry."

"Just glad you enjoyed them," he chuckled, whistling as he started on another batch.

I finished the second plate almost as fast as the first, but managed to enjoy it a bit more. "Can I have the bill?" He nodded, still whistling, and handed it to me along with a card reader. I tapped my card on the reader. Then I frowned. I tried again.

"Looks like your bank account's too low," the owner said.

Gimme a break.

"Shit, sorry," I said. I quickly got out some cash and handed it over. Great. I have ... I counted quickly... $31.60 left to survive on for the foreseeable future. Just great.

He handed me the change.

"Thanks," I said, getting up. "I'd leave a tip, but apparently I'm broke."

"Ain't we all," he smiled. "Don't worry about it, kid."

I smiled sheepishly, wishing I could come up with something appropriate to say, but nothing came out, and I left without saying another word.

*

Walking through the school gates felt like I was walking into the lion's den. A subtle whisper here, a finger pointed in my direction there. Drawing on my experiences of being onstage, I tried to project an aura of confidence, but on the inside I wanted nothing more than to turn around and leg it. Yeah, not a great plan.

Reaching my locker, I opened it and began putting the right books in my backpack. Then I stopped. Taped onto the inside of my locker was a picture of a cute half-Asian smiling sexily at me as she licked cum off her finger. Underneath it was a piece of paper with the words, "THE BOYS' BATHROOM IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER, SLUT."

Anger boiled in my stomach, and I **** it down. Taking them down, I carried on packing my bag for the day.