Perks of dying your hair grey: people think you’re edgy, disappointing your parents on a different level, and when wearing the right thrifted olive green parka zipped up all the way, ya look like somebody’s old man. Therefore, being able to hobble out of the school and into the parking lot with almost zero suspension. He felt like a god.
The bell for sixth hour to start faintly chimed in the distance as Jay dragged his ass through the California winter. The state had turned him into a grade-A wuss when it came to anything under sixty degrees.
Slamming his Jeep shut, Jay Valek threw his hood up and promptly slumped. He was conked out in five minutes flat. He would have to write his sixth and seventh hour teachers an apology by the end of the semester for missing their classes so much, but snoozing in class just lead to crabby adults and his sleepyhead on everyone’s snap stories. Not today though. He was gonna Jeep sleep today, baby.
Snoozing along, Jay had a super ungnarly awakening to a phone flash and a rap at his window. “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, Jay!” yelled one of his peers through the glass. Dazed, Jay squinted at the unholy light, “School’s over, bud. Go sleep in ya bed!” He was so cozy though… driving home was not only a pain in the ass but also a hazard. Instead, he yanked his hood over his eyes and tired his best to drift away again. Guess he was still gonna be a guest star on snap. Oh well.
Show-offs revved out of the parking lot one by one. Excited voices and screams faded until only birds and the occasional car door slam disturbed him. Ugh, he just wanted to sleep again. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be because panicked hollers echoed outside of his napbox and by the time Jay opened his eyes to see if anyone was getting brutally murdered, a jungle of green hair and a face fogged up his window. Willow?
“What?” his confused little voice definitely did not make it through the window. Hood down now, ice blue eyes glazed over the girl. Jumper cables. Physically cranking his window open, Jay shouted, “Oh, fucked luck? Yeah, I’ll help you out, gimme a sec.”
One hand rolled back up the window while the other rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Okay, good thing he knew how to jump a car. Common sense told Jay “Hey her car is probably the one with the hood up,” so that’s the car he drove to, believe it or not.
A big ol’ stretch came on the second Jay’s feet touched that parking lot. “Okay,” he yawned, “How’s your blinker fluid doing? Did you check that at’ll?” Apparently the old man hair came with the old man jokes.