"Hey".
"Huh?"
"I said hey."
"Oh. Hey."
"Who are you?"
"Kate."
"Why Kate?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why is your name Kate?"
"Kate's a nice name. President Nixon's got a hedgehog named Kate."
"I'm checking to see if you're awake."
"And you are, I presume?"

A light blinked on and me with it. I grumbled and sat up in bed. "Yeah, well, obviously the answer's no."
"You know, you really shouldn't have slept like that. Anybody could've walked in."
Kate was obviously referring to my nude and rather exposed body.
"Like who? My parents haven't come in to wake me up since I was ten years old. And you're the only one who even bothers coming over." I stumbled over to the bathroom opposite my room and splashed some water on my face. Toothpaste and deodorant followed.
"Maybe so." Kate conceded humorously.. "But you know how concerned I am for the welfare of your virgin pecker."
"Hur hur. And in five years we'll all be sex gods, right?"
"Maybe."

Kate waited silently and patiently as I dressed and headed upstairs for breakfast, or lunch. It depended on your definition of either meal. "Why'd you come over?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Because, I'm worried about you."
"Worried about what?"
"You know what I'm worried about."
"Kate, I'm getting better. It's not as bad as it used to be. Honest."
Kate stared at me for the longest time.
"Promise me you'll stop soon."
"I promise."
"Thank you."

Kate looked relieved. How foolish of her. The next 10 minutes were spent in silence, save the crunching of my nutritious breakfast/lunch (brunch? There's an interesting idea) of Doritos and Hot Pockets.
I half-collapsed on the kitchen counter and put my head down. I was too tired to do otherwise. "So what are you doing today?" I mumbled.
"Dick-fucking-all."
"Bull-fucking-shit."
"Damn-fucking-right."

There really wasn't any winning arguments with Kate.

- - - - - -

I gazed over to the tall, pudgy, sixteen year old across from me. Strange that he would keep going after all of this. Then again, I would always think that. I especially gazed over at those.those. Yeah.
I hoped. I think I hoped in vain, but I still hoped.
"There's a show happening tonight."
"Yeah, I know." I responded. "Pick you up at 8?" I tried putting some dry humor in my voice. It worked.
"No, pick me up at 10." He said, grinning wildly. That motherfucker. I tackled him in mid-Dorito crunch and sent him flying across the kitchen floor.
"You bitch!" he laughed, spraying chip crumbs into my hair, and got me into a headlock.
His arms pressed close to my face.oh God.his arms.
I didn't want to think about that. I flipped him over, and then sat on him, pinning his limbs down. His fucking grin grew even wider.
"I refuse to perform as your slave, evil Mistress! You'll never get me! Mwa!"
I couldn't even pretend to stay serious. I broke out in a laughing fit and dunked my head in the sink. The cold water felt nice running over my face.
"Dude.Kate.are you alright?"
I wanted to say yes. I wanted, so, so badly to say yes.
How could I say yes?
"Yeah, I'm fine."

- - - - - -

"You want a sandwich?"
"Nah, it's fine."
She said this like she said it everyday. She did say it every day. And she would continue too. And she went on with.whatever she was doing.
I think I cried a bit because Kate suddenly asked in a whisper, "Steve.are you okay?"
It would be okay if you would stop trying to save everyone else's life and worry about saving your own.
"Yeah, I'm fine." And with a hand that reeked of margarine, I ran the back of it across the front of my head until nothing remained but a clear face.
And without even a word, she left and I went on with my life.

Ah, what a fresh, nice, wonderful day. Yes friends, it was June 1st. And only two more beautiful weeks before school was over and my junior year of high school could come to a close.
I drifted aimlessly through classes. I manage to keep okay grades. Mostly Cs and Bs. School isn't hard for me.I'm just.too lazy to really contribute.
I mean come on, Algebra II, Spanish IV, standard English, Government, PE class, and chemistry. Is that standard or what?
Then again, it's not like I contribute to anything much.
La-dee-fucking-dah.
"Steve!"
I spun around from my acute observation of a periodic table.
"Ted!"
Ted's a nice boy. I used to be friends with him in middle school. We still pretend we're friends. but I guess neither of us want to admit that people change.
"What's up?"
"Not too much, how about you?"
"Not an incredibly large amount of matter."
"Yeah." I searched for an exit. "I have to get to class, bye!"
"Alright, cya!"
It was lunch break and 15 minutes before the bell would ring. Both of us were well aware of it. Not like it was the first time it had happened.

I continued my study of the large periodic table hung in the hall. It amused me. However, suddenly my vision was blocked by something rather dark and warm.

- - - - - -

"Guess who?"
"Socrates."
"Try again."
"Malcolm X."
"Wrong."
"Jesus Christ."

"Something like that."
"Hello Kate."
"Hello Steve."
"What a surprise, I figured you would be in the French room, enjoying the taste of Mr. Newschwanger's penis." The fuck wasn't getting away with that one. I caught him by surprise when I pushed him onto the floor and sat on his shoulders. "Stand!" I ordered.

"JAHWUL, MEIN FUHRER!" he yelled, and swung his right arm into a Sieg Heil. "WO WEISST DU GEHEN?"
"You German-speaking fuck." I grinned. He couldn't see me, but he still grinned back. "TO THE CAFETERIA BITCH! I NEED COFFEE!" "JAHWUL! DEINE WISH IST MEIN KOMMAND!" He began goose-stepping.
I was surprised he could carry me with such ease considering how much I weigh.I guess because I have a small frame.
Oh well. The boy seemed to be enjoying himself. I could only hope this would help. He needs help. Almost as much as me. Don't think that. I pushed it away and the grin came again. "FASTER LOWLY SUBHUMAN!" People all around us were giving awkward stares along with a good amount of dirty looks, likely because Steve was yelling "SIEG HEIL! SIEG HEIL!" It didn't matter, because until the bell rung or some faculty member slammed us in detention, I was queen of the fucking world, and Steve was the king.