I lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
My room was submerged in shadows, except for the tiny slit of silver coming through a gap in my curtains from the full moon outside. The bright green digits of my alarm clock told me it was precisely two forty five am. I was still wide awake; the memories from earlier kept swirling round in my mind, like some trashy film stuck on repeat. I couldn't get his eyes out of my mind; pale blue marred with hurt and shock. Why had I done such a thing? He couldn't be older than seventeen and he was living on the streets.
I sat up suddenly, threw my curtains wide and let the silver flood my room. Everything seemed so materialistic and pointless. It was as though I was looking through new eyes, the eyes of a girl who was a thousand times luckier than most people and didn't appreciate it enough.
My vanity mirror perched on the French dresser at the end of my room was my most prized possession. Around it sat bottles of expensive perfume, some half full, some with only a few drops left. Makeup scattered the empty space beside the mirror, tubes of mascara, pots of foundation, sticks of eyeliner. Deodorant and body spray, books and CDs, magazines and photographs, my laptop and hair straighteners.
Why was I lucky when so many others weren't? What had I done to deserve it?
* * * *
'Evie!' El greeted me in the student parking lot the next morning.
'Hey El,' my voice was subdued, my enthusiasm minimal. I was tired from the lack of sleep the previous night and my mind still found it fitting to remind me of the homeless guy.
'You look tired,' El pulled a face.
'Just saying. Come on, we're gonna be late for registration.'
We headed through the double doors of Oakwood High School, immediately becoming lost in the animated new-term chatter. Kids were gossiping with each other, clustered in small groups by the lockers, or just standing idly beside one of the classroom doors. Because the summer had just ended, the gossip was extensive.
Lucie and Rachel met us by the door of Miss Stoker's room for registration before we shuffled inside. We took up our usual seats by the back, still unclaimed. It was not unheard of if a new kid took up residence in the back row, not realizing that it was our trademark spot. El soon set them right though. Personally I didn't care either way, it was just a seat.
Miss Stoker breezed into the room, a handful of books tucked under one arm and a steaming polystyrene cup in the other.
'Morning class, nice to see you all looking so fresh,' she smiled.
Groans of exasperation erupted from the room; obviously Miss Stoker's natural enthusiasm was just too much for us mere mortals on a Monday morning. She laughed lightly at our responses, before pulling out a piece of paper. She began calling our names, waiting for the single "yes" from each of us.
'Yep,' Tyler called lazily from the row in front of us.
'Yeah,' I shouted out.
Tyler turned to face me from his seat, grinning. Tyler was a sight for sore eyes, especially so early in the morning. His skin was tanned a healthy brown from his holiday during the summer. His parents were very rich and often headed to places like Italy and France for their vacation. Jet black hair framed defined features and sharp, dark eyes. He was definitely handsome, but the main problem was that he knew it.
'Heard some stuff about you, Henderson.'
'You have?' I blinked, whilst fighting to remain calm.
'Yeah,' he laughed easily. 'Heard you got some poor homeless kid with water. Classic.'
My mouth hung open, mortified. Who on Earth had told Tyler? Of all people! It was sure to spread round the school now.
El laughed with him, a ridiculously girlish high pitched sound that told me it was her who had done it. Anything to impress Tyler.
'I said she should do it,' El giggled.
'Really?' Tyler nodded, seeming impressed. This certainly pleased El.
'Well wasn't that nice of you,' I said sarcastically.
'Don't take it out on me Ev, you're the one that did it.'
I ignored El's comment, turning to face the window. I had been placed in a bad mood that was sure to stick for the rest of the day. I wish I'd never done anything now, I wish I'd just left the kid to his blanket and his troubles and not done anything to make them worse. But of course, things didn't work like that. I had to live with the consequences of my actions.