“i’ve got court early tomorrow, for the mischief charge i got on new years. i hate that i have to bail. the charge is hilarious though, i’ll totally tell you soon.”
that’s what you told me today, why we had to reschedule our plans.
christ, we’re from two totally different worlds. mischief charges and court dates are something i’m learning about in law class. i did a test about that only a couple days ago, and here you are living it.
if you knew me in school, you wouldn’t want to be my friend. i know that for a fact. with you i can pretend to be a badass druggie slacker, but in reality i’m the girl who cried because i got an 87 on my report card. an eighty-fucking-seven. you wrote one exam in your life, while on acid, and then dropped out.
in law class the other day, the teacher asked how many of us knew someone who had been in court. i didn’t raise my hand, because it didn’t even dawn on me that you had been before. i only realized later on that i was one of those people, who had friends in trouble with the law.
so here i am, the quiet smart girl, hooking up with the dopehead dropout. cheating on my quiet straight-edge boyfriend with you.
and the scary part is, i think i like me better when i’m with you.
