Kris isn't back yet, and angry doesn't begin to cover what I'm feeling right now.

Usually, when I throw a temper tantrum and storm off, such as Kris did, I come back, at the most, 3 hours later. Either because I'm hungry or need to take my medicine. More often than not, a second tantrum makes an appearance, but by that time I'm tired and need a nap, so it doesn't last long.

When Kris left, first period had just begun, but now we're well into lunch and she still isn't back yet. She's beating my "Biggest Brat" record, and I don't like it.

Now I have to go get my medicine from the crazy nurse who's trying to put me into a coma, all by myself. because Bella has something to do, Zoë is at home with the flu, and I haven't seen the twins all day today.

Why does everyone always disappear when I actually need them?

Fun fact: Cole is just like Ms. Lauren. No, he's not; he's the exact opposite. He orders the sedative every month. Because our parents tell him to. Why do we have to listen to them; they're not even here half of the time. It's actually 80% of the time, but who's counting.

"Hi Adrianna. How are you today?" Here we go again.

Ever since my little incident with Ms. Lauren, she's had a very terrible case of paranoia; she's always ready for me to have another panic attack. She's been using a terribly condescending voice for every conversation and it is annoying. I'm pretty sure that she keeps a sedative in her back pocket at all times now.

It is an extremely depressing environment.

"Fine," I responded, jumping up onto the bed. She looked more anxious than usual today. Maybe she should try taking a dosage herself.

"Where's Kris?" Ah, that's why. Kris isn't here to make sure that I don't stab you. I guess that means that you shouldn't do or say anything stupid.

I shrugged and pulled out my phone. Still no text.

"Don't know. She threw a fit and left." Which I still can't believe she did. I'm supposed to be the person who can't handle the slightest inconvenience in the group, not her. She isn't even texting me back. I would at least have the decency to text somebody to let them know I wasn't dying or anything. Even if I was in the middle of dying, I'd still probably shoot out a text to somebody to let them know.

Because that's the courteous thing to do.

"Have you tried texting her?" Ms. Lauren offered and I gave her a blank look. I am going to excuse that stupid comment because she doesn't know the current situation at hand.

Not that Kris and I are dating or anything, but I still don't want to seem overly clingy. Even though there's less than a one percent chance that I'm interested in dating her, I still don't want her to think that I depend on her. I know that I'm not an expert in relationships, I've only had one, but I'm pretty sure that texting the other person first is not the "cool" thing to do.

"Kris is a big girl. She can take care of herself." This statement is actually completely false, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Well of course. I'm sure she's fine." Ms. Lauren gave me a cautious look as she handed me medicine, and I rolled my eyes taking it from her. What does she think that I'm going to do? Break her hand? I mean I could totally do that, but that'd be kind of rude and I'd probably get in trouble.

Her eyes never left me as I swallowed the pills and took a few gulps of water. I almost told her to take a picture so that she could stare some more when I left, but I don't want to waste any more time here.

I slid off the bed and grabbed my backpack.

"Have a good day Ms.Lauren," I said to her before walking out and closing the door behind me.

I swear I heard a sigh in relief.

Δ

"Are you sure she's okay with going with you?" Cole asked for the fifth time through the phone.

"Positive. Why does it sound like you wanted her to say no? This was your idea." I asked, tilting my head to the side. I still can't tell if Cole actually likes Kris or not; he's too indecisive.

"Well sometimes us adults change our minds." He mumbled in response.

He is probably sitting at his desk right now, rearranging pens that are already neat. When he gets stressed out he likes to clean. It doesn't make a lot of sense because Ellie and I hate cleaning, but it always works out really well because he usually gets stressed out when Ellie or I throw temper tantrums and 30% of both of our fits are about us not wanting to clean.

"Well, you aren't allowed to change your mind because you're the adult." He isn't supposed to be the adult, but we have shitty parents, so it just worked out that way.

"Actually I think that's exactly why I get to change my mind." I don't want him to change his mind because I hate that woman and there is no way I was going through her sad attempt of giving me therapy alone.

"How's your girlfriend big brother?"

When I was met with a long beat of silence, I smirked at myself.

Whoever Cole's new girlfriend is, he knows that I'm not going to like her, which is why she hasn't been over to the house yet. However, I still feel bad because this also means that he really likes her and doesn't want me to scare her away. Because of this I've been low-key mentally preparing myself to meet her, but Cole doesn't know that.

"My boss is calling me Adri. Make sure and come home tonight. Love you." He quickly spoke before hanging up the call. I shook my head in amusement as I typed a reminder into my phone. He is going to have to contribute to the lie jar when he got home.

I placed my phone back into my pocket, my eyes scanning the carpool lane. If Kris doesn't get here in the next 10 minutes, her already slow death is going to include torture. My feet hurt and I'm hungry even though I've only been standing here for fifteen minutes and that I ate two hours ago.

"Boo."

On Halloween when I was seven, I was walking down the sidewalk going from door to door with Cole. Even as a teenager, Cole was the one taking care of me, because my parents didn't want to put forth the effort to take care of the crazy child.

Cole was gripping my hand tightly because even back then I liked to wander, and I didn't have a phone with a tracker in it yet. While we were walking though, this little boy thought it would be a good idea to try and scare me, because that's how normal, little kids flirt.

But I was not a normal kid.

He was lucky that I was slightly medicated and that Cole was holding on pretty tightly to one of my hands. However, even Cole wasn't fast enough to stop me from sending my other fist flying into the boys face. The good news was that the boy only needed stitches and Cole didn't yell at me because it was self-defense.

Anyway, the moral of this story is: don't sneak up on suicidal and homicidal 7 year-olds.

You'd expect for the same thing to happen again now when someone else thought it would be a good idea to try and sneak up on me, but of course it didn't. Because the person sneaking up on me is Kris, and she likes to defy the rules of the universe.

Instead of swinging around and punching her in the face, I simply jumped a little before turning around to glare at her. She honestly didn't even scare me that much because my subconscious somehow knew that it was her behind me, but it didn't relay the message to the rest of my body so there was still that physical reaction.

"How did you get behind me?" I asked, backing away from her and crossing my arms over my chest. I know that Kris has some magical being or something on her side, but she isn't so magical that she could drive up, get out of her car, and sneak up behind me without me noticing anything.

"I parked on the other side so that I could go in and get my missed work." She answered walking closer to me, but I decided to stand my ground.

"And you didn't think to come and get me first? I've been standing here forever." I waved my hands around as I talked because that always makes someone seem angrier than they actually are, and that's exactly what I want right now.

Kris chuckled and became arm's distance away from me again. "For some reason, I highly doubt that. School has only been out for about 20 minutes."

Instead of letting her be right I rolled my eyes and walked past her. I don't like to be wrong, especially when it comes to being called out by Kris. Sadly, Kris decided that I couldn't win the battle by walking away and grabbed my arm before I got too far.

It's was the same lack of space as the first time we properly met, except this time I didn't mind one bit when her skin touched my skin.

"I don't think you're really telling me why you're upset." She pushed, pulling me so that I was back in front of her, and then locking her hands around my waist so that I couldn't get away from her this time. I can't really say that I want to leave this time though.

I still don't answer her though, because I'm still not in the business of giving her satisfaction.

"Did you know that when I kissed you this morning, you smiled?" She asked gently, removing one of her hands from my waist to brush a stray hair behind my ear.

I tilted my head in slight confusion, thinking back to this morning. As incorrect and terrible sounding as the observation was, I guess that I did smile a little; I certainly didn't mean to. I don't smile a whole lot, and I definitely would not be smiling in Kris's presence, unless Sebastio's was also nearby.

"So what?" I asked. My voice had now dropped to a quiet whisper, and my eyes had yet to leave Kris's. It's a very intimate experience, that I am only able to participate in because my body feels completely neutral about it and has no desire to neither run or stay.

It's like my nerves have dissociated but my conscious is still very much here.

Kris chuckled, bringing her hand up to my cheek. "I just wanted to make sure it wasn't an accident."

"It was actually my hormones who were smiling at you, not me. Definitely not me." I quickly responded. There is no need for Kris to be running around thinking that she's right or anything.

She gave me an amused look, before pulling completely away from me and walking towards her car. "My mistake, let's go." She called out, as she walked towards the front.

I stood there dumbfounded at the lack of contact for a few moments before I ran up to her. There is no way that I am going to be teased twice in one day. That's definitely not how this is going to work.

"Kristina Taylor," I stated before grabbing her arm and pushing her against the school wall. "This is not happening again. You're going to...going to...going to..."

For some reason, I can't get the depressed part of me to admit that this is what it wants. Medicated or not, it's going to think negative thoughts until the day it dies. I am going to stand here forever, with an incomplete sentence until I either gauge that part of my brain out or Kris walks away from me.

She doesn't walk away though.

Instead, she did what she does best, and reversed the roles, so that now my back is against the wall, and I'm caged in.

"Going to do what? I want you to say it Adrianna. Let me know this is what you want." She whispered, her face so close to mine, but not close enough. Her hands were placed on both sides of my face so that even if I wanted to I couldn't look away.

My mind only wants the worst for me, so the only way that this was going to happen is if I convince myself that this is the wrong thing to do, which isn't very hard to do. Kris is so wrong for me in so many ways, but I don't care for some reason and I'm glad that I don't care because she makes me feel so good.

And all I've ever wanted is to feel good.

"Kiss me," I whispered, and Kris wasted no time connecting her lips to mine.

It was blissful.