Locked out_(1)

Will was very unhappy when he got home. He made the mistake of walking. Foolish boy. It took him about an hour to get home from school if he walked. About ten minutes if he took the bus.

“Shit” He moaned. He sat down on his steps and threw his bookbag to his side. He rang the doorbell before he sat but to no avail. He knew his parents were at work. He had no siblings.

He looked down to his feet and twiddled his thumbs. He saw his hair in front of his eyes. His dirty blonde, straight hair was something that ran on his fathers side of the family. Although his green eyes were on his mothers side. Standing he was about 5 feet tall six inches. He wasn’t in any sports but was muscular. He was fifteen years old.

‘How do I not have it? I brought it this morning!’ He thought. He dug his hand in his right pocket. “Son of a bitch!” He yelled. He felt a hole in his pocket. ‘It fell through!’

He sat and rubbed his eyes with his fingers and thumb. Today was a stressful day for the teen. He was failing his algebra class and was getting a letter sent home. His parents were strict with his grades. He was glad he had time to relax with them not being there. He just wished he was inside to enjoy it.

He opened his bookbag and pulled out some work he had gotten that day. It was his strong point, World History. He had a girl that lived by him that was in that class. Her name was Lydia. He hadn’t seen her yet. He secretly had a crush on her but hid his feelings from her.

Within minutes he finished the work. He sighed. He was bored, hot, and tired. Not to forget hungry.

He opened his bookbag again and put away his book. He pulled out a half drank bottle of water. He sipped from it and closed his eyes. He leaned back on the railing and opened his black, button up shirt. He glanced at his watch. ‘4:00. Three and a half hours. Son of a bitch..’ He thought. His eyes began to close and droop. It wasn’t long before he was asleep.

SLAM! Will snapped awake. ‘What the–‘ He stood and looked around. A door slammed. He looked to his right and saw Lydia, sitting on her steps crying, her arms wrapped around her head, her face on her knees. He saw he had only slept a few minutes. He decided to call out to her.

“Hey.. You okay?” Will asked.

She shuffled a bit. And raised her head. Her eyes widened at his muscular frame. “No..” She said.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, hoping she would invite him in.

“I don’t care. You can come in and try to help, but all boys are the same.” She said with disgust. She had a small smile on her face. “You’re locked out, aren’t you?” She asked.

Will managed a laugh. “Yeah. I decided to wear my pants with a ripped pocket” He said rubbing the back of his head.

“You also wore a shirt that isn’t closed” She said, staring at his chest.

“Oh, fuck” He cried out. He turned and tried to button his shirt. Lydia laughed at him. She showed her smile that Will loved to see. He stood and picked up his bookbag and water.

“I saw you sleeping, but I didn’t want to bother you” She said through a sniff.

He got to her steps and began walking up. “You can talk to me for anything” He said. “Anytime.”

She smiled and opened the door.

The feeling of walking through that door and feeling the cool air was like heaven. “Ahh, Yeah!” He said with joy.

She managed a smile. Her slightly red eyes and nose showed she had been crying for awhile. He set down his bookbag and walked to her.

“There’s nothing worse than seeing a beautiful girl cry. Why are you crying?” He asked. He stared deep into her eyes.

Lydia was a fox. She stood at five feet two inches. She had brown hair to her shoulders, usually tied back into a pony tail. She had a curvy hourglass figure, and perky 32B cups. She had striking blue eyes. Usually filled with confidence, they now showed sadness. She was also fifteen.

She stared back into his eyes for a moment. “My boyfriend,” She groaned. “Or my ex-boyfriend. Asshole. He cheated on me for that Cindy bitch in our World History class.”

“Ew. She’s nasty. I bet she has something” He said with disgust.

“Well she can have him. I’m not taking back a cheater.” She said.

They had gotten to the living room and Will sat on the left of the couch. Before Lydia sat she spun and faced Will again. “Would you like something to drink? I’m about to go into the kitchen, so, I can bring you something.”

“Do you have any Mountain Dew?” He asked.

“Yessir!” She said, sounding happier than before.