If there was one thing Gwendolyn Grace Matory did not do, it was cut class or skip school- ever. Hell she couldn’t even remember a time in her life when she pretended to be sick to stay home from school and there were times when she would drag herself on the verge of what felt like death to the place just so she wouldn’t miss anything. Some saw it as obsessive, although it never came from him directly, Gwen’s dad was one of those people. Even as a kid he would skip school from time to time- or at least play hookie…but maybe it was because there was so much pressure from her socialite mother or maybe it was because she had always been so goal oriented and dreamed of a life bigger than this little town. Either way, this was all so foreign to her and she couldn’t help her stomach from tightening in worry as she climbed into the passenger seat of Jake’s beat up old truck.
“That sounds nice,” Gwen whispered, clicking her seatbelt and pulling her knees up to her chest as she waited for him to climb on in himself. A slow breath left the brunette’s lips as she started the vehicle and pulled out of the school, brown eyes eyeing back nervously towards the building before forcing herself to look forward.
This would be good for her. It had to be, today was already a messed up day and maybe hanging out with someone who cared about her would provide her with enough of a distraction or courage to face the town when she came back…but then again running from her problems would only create a bigger beast. And besides once Jake’s girlfriend heard about all this AND that he took off with Gwen…well that was a whole new kind of consequence.
Nervously Gwen looked back at the school, her fingers coming to her lips as she bit her thumbnail. “There are going to be so many people that won’t like this Jake…my parents, your dad, the principal, our teachers, the cops, your friends, your girlfriend….Maybe we better just turn around and try and just face everything? I really don’t want to get you in anymore trouble and I don’t want things to get weird between you and Cassie and what if your coach calls you in to talk about all of this or the police? I mean what if you lose your scholarship? What if you get benched for the rest of the season? A-and we have that test in Mr. Reid’s class that’s worth like twenty percent of our grade and I know that’s not like a lot a lot but it’s still twenty percent and things like that add up so quickly and we’ll have to worry about rescheduling a time to take that between your practices and my student council, AP clubs, and volunteer stuff and I just don’t think-”
Her eyes widened at the sudden realization of her ramble, her hands slowly moving to cover her face in embarrassment as she shook her head. “I know sometimes you think it’s funny…but please don’t let me ramble like that…it’s embarrassing.”
It’s possible it just wasn’t in Jake to worry about school, about messing up. Being brought up in a house where nothing he did was good enough, had that affect on him. Academically, he kept his grades a little higher than decent, and he played football to have a good rep with the school ‘authorities’. That, and his father was a washed up jock who refused to believe there was any other way to value your youth. Play sports, get the girls, and keep your fathers alcoholic tenancies on the low. Not that anyone Jake brought home would ever be good enough- his father had choice words for nearly every girl he’d ever expressed interest in.
Cassie, his current fling, was no exception. Of course, she was never around when things got bad for him; she didn’t like it when he got upset, or showed too much of what was going on beneath the surface. They were supposed to be the cool popular kids; untouchable.
As he rolled away in his built from scratch pickup, he felt stress leaving his body. School was an escape, at least from home- but sometimes he needed to get away from there too. It was all he could do when he’d rather bash some jerks head in. “I think you’ll enjoy it.” Jake murmured, pulling onto the main road, leaving the school, and his girlfriend in the background.
When she brings up the list of people who wont approve of their outing, his brows furrow. Their approval was the last thing on his mind; okay, maybe not the last thing, but he simply didn’t care if he upset them. Sometimes, Jake forgot how much school meant to Gwen. “We can go back.” Jake states, looking over at her, though he hadn’t turned around just yet. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s kind of cute.” Jake admits, but he quickly follows up with another statement, his cheeks feeling a little warm at the statement.
“I don’t care about the scholarship.” Jake finally admits out loud. “I hate football.” Two things he’d never said out loud. It was trained in him to look happy, to be good at the sport, to cheer on his fellow teammates and smile when he had a cute girl on his arm, but the truth was he didn’t care about any of it. Not that he didn’t like Cassie, there had been some initial spark there; it just faded like everything else seemed to. That, and she refused to let the relationship end. They were the IT couple, and she wasn’t losing that for anything. ‘Not until we get crowned prom queen & king- we can break up when we graduate. All we have is our reputation, and I wont let you ruin it for me.’
“And to be honest, I don’t care what any of them think. If you want to go back, I’ll take you back, but I’m not staying.” Jake states. He’d face them all tomorrow. Nothing any of them could say or do to him would be worse than what awaited him at home.
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