Operation: KYLE

27

At one point, some kids were in the same situation as me, and didn't know what to do, until a friend of theirs came across them, chatted a bit, then lent them their umbrella, holding it above their heads as they walked out happily. I chewed the insides of my mouth as I observed jealously, then browsed through my phone.

Around ten minutes later, the interior of the main entrance was just about deserted, with nothing, but me, and this one girl left. The silence prevailing in the darkened area as the clouds shaded over the school felt a bit creepy, like a phantom was about to lunge at us at any moment– not that I believe in ghosts. When did ghosts ever appear, and attack us, except for those few times? I closed my eyelids momentarily shut as a short sigh broke away from my lips. I looked the girl in the corner of the room over unconsciously.

The girl wore a lilac top with thin straps with an indigo flannel shirt mostly covering it up, and a black skirt that just went over her knees. She had dirty blonde hair that was twisted in to a braid as her downcast eyelashes flashed in the dimmed room while blinking. In some way, her facial appearance sort of reminded me of Samuel. I wonder if they're related in some way. Samuel did say he had sisters, after all.

Once I realized I was staring, I quickly ripped my eyes away before the girl could notice me with a flush burning up my cheeks out of embarrassment, and shame. My gaze returned to my phone, scrolling through multiple social media while trying to ignore the random thoughts that kept popping up in my head. My eyes flicked to the clock that perched on top of my screen by chance, then furrowed my eyebrows as I found '3:34' radiating back at me.

I closed my lips tightly as I creased my eyebrows more. I rose my head from my phone, and stared expressionlessly at the dark clouds looming over the horizon. Jesus Christ, it's been, like, twenty minutes, where the hell is Tweek? I quirk my upper lip. Moreover, what is he even doing? Is he cleaning the entire school, or what? It felt like he was the one who ditched me.

I dropped my head, exited from Twitter impatiently with a frown, and was about to smash my finger on to the Coonstagram icon to text Tweek, when a large shadow came over me from the side before I could even press it. I blinked my eyes out of puzzlement, then raised my head to see what was placing a shadow above me. It's a blue sort of fabric that resembled a canopy. I part my lips slightly upon realizing it was a wide, navy umbrella that looked way too heavy for a person to carry. I looked to the right as I sensed someone was there with me, besides the girl in the corner.

My eyes went wide when I identified the person holding out the umbrella over my head– Trent Boyett. My eyelashes glimmered under the roof light, the only source of light barely holding out as it flashed between on, and off while I detached my lips, but no words came out. Trent fixed his gaze at me sternly, regardless of my speechless manner. His unbending eyes stare back in to mine, he looks thoughtful for a moment, before Trent, at last, moves his lips quietly.

"Skipping practice?" He says, his voice low. I then gave a pause out of surprise with loosened lips. "Huh?" I uttered. Then, something in my head clicked, like a missing puzzle piece falling in to its rightful place. I let out a light gasp, my whole body going numb. Shit! He noticed I was missing from practice, so he came to finish me off! My mind displayed a memory of a younger Trent, telling us all to better pray for our lives.

My mouth soon turned agape, the words I was trying to get out were stuck on my tongue, almost as if a cat had captured it. Before I knew it, I was spouting a few random words of hesitating speech, like 'um', and 'er' while waving my hands around, like some sort of guilty person. Well, I was. I avoided his fierce stare by dropping my gaze on my shoes. Oh, God, please, Tweek– hurry up, and finish what you're doing!