The Inverse

Chapter 21: The Inverse

 

 

 

 

           

He didn’t sleep the night before. Attempting to many times. Not in any sense of impending need of it, but to be ready. No avail. He felt slightly consumed by fatigue, but didn’t go to sleep. “You know what? I’m not going to school.” he told himself. So, he didn’t. As the day went on, he found himself comfortably unburdened. Eating and watching TV, he started watching startlingly creepy cartoons. One about a dog with the tendency to run from that which sought him, but always ended up befuddling what threatened his home in a place separated from society. “Likewise very relatable, facing the fears of taking off the procession of their scare tactics.” were his afterthoughts. Trevor recited some of the lyrics he wrote on a piece of paper and there was no song written on them. Just the way he thought proper. It didn’t matter. Enjoying himself, he wanted to put something together, but didn’t have the time or the means. Not like he didn’t have bigger fish to fry regardless, so to speak. Endeavors aside, the day would not go to waste. His parents had no idea he didn’t go to school and wouldn’t let them find out. Not to ruin his field trip or anything of that matter. Like hopefully nothing would or could.  He thought of a good idea. He left his most recent report card and grades (which were damn good arguably) on the hall table. It would serve well as a show of activity. After this. Not being able to think of much else to do, he took to his dresser. Searching through to pick up a glass pipe he got off his friend that didn’t have anything in it. Uncertain if he actually had any weed left he looked around and did find a bit from Winter break. Wrapped in plastic it was more than he’d thought at a glance. It filled the rim of the piece nicely. Nothing to stop his savoring the bud, that of not going to classes today, and having his room all to himself. He also didn’t want to waste the day just smoking. Walking out his house and down the street with the packed pipe-full in his pocket; making a turn and keeping on still, he saw a gazebo sitting down in a lot in the corner of a cul-de-sac of houses. Imagining that no one would be home around this time, he begun to light it, not one, but three times. Which gave him a head rush of intensity. He could feel the familiar screen of ripe high glaze over him. He embraced it full-force. Feeling like coughing a few times, he took the fourth puff. Even better, he put it down beside him and his phone rang. It was Luke of all people. He greeted Trevor kindly, but was still hesitant. “Are you not in class?” he asked. “No, man, I wasn’t really feelin’ it…”

            He was interrupted, “Oh, damn, me either. I’m kind of pissed off because somebody stole stuff from my house last night while I was out.”

            “Oh, I’m actually smoking right now. But, call me back and tell me about it.”

            “Nah, it’s fine, I already thought it was you anyway. See you never.”

            “Dude, what the f**k? F**k you. I didn’t take your s**t.” He’d already been hung up on and Trevor was shaking angrily. What a bad change of pace. He remembered he’d skipped school and if there was no record of him being in class that day, then he might not be able to get his permission form in. There was three days before the trip. He decided it’d be alright. That was two freak-outs since he’d been sitting there relaxing in the gorgeous sunshine. Oh well, this wasn’t going to ruin… Right then he heard a voice. He waited silently and again. It was a man’s voice. A loud yelling, “Hey!” he looked and saw the man looking at him from around the corner of his driveway. Trevor went with his gut instinct, he ran. Away from the house and down the trail he knew was back behind the gazebo and led to a part that was behind his house. Not angry, or really too worried. Just filled with hot-blood and adrenaline. He walked casually to his back porch. He pulled his bowl one time to see if anything was left. He got a fair amount. He knew his back door to be locked, so he walked swiftly around to the front door and went inside. As soon as he sat down on his bed he knew he was high. Lingering about, he sped to the kitchen for refreshment. It felt like he’d taken a trek through the desert. “Lets see… water, milk, juice…” went through his mind. But, no, he went with water. “So… what else to do today? Might as well hear a song or two.” Trevor cranked up some rap tunes. It was currently some of his more played. He’d been dressed for quite some time and it persisted for quite some time that really he had nothing to do besides “taking the day off”

           

Trevor woke up on his bed unshaken, but very awake. Surprised he fell asleep. Arisen, he saw the stereo was still on, which the CD stopped because it had finished. He fell asleep because he was high. The more disturbing was that he was now sober, more-or-less. He wasn’t sure what else he would’ve done. Nothing to get worked up about, there was still daylight left, or so he thought. He looked out to see the sun-setting. The time was around seven forty-five p.m. He’d been asleep for quite a while. Looking outside, though the curtains. Both his parents were home. They would probably think he just took a nap afterschool like he did so often. Trevor walked out of his room. He soon asked his mom how she liked his report card. “Really good except one class.” was he reply. “What did I get in that class this time, I haven’t looked at it since third period.”

            “I don’t know. Read it.”

            “Oh, computer comm… hmm.” he mumbled. Liking the subject matter, he could finish most of his work so fast that it didn’t even concern him after he was done with it. It was the tests that ripped him asunder. “I liked that class.” He said aloud. “Life’s a gamble.” His mom sputtered laughing a bit as he walked back to his room. He didn’t think she’d heard him. Now in his room again, time was moving extra-slow since he wasn’t sleepy anymore and he probably wasn’t going anywhere tonight. He began thinking about music and the idea of having a band with Jamie and of course others. He wrote the band name at the top of a page large and bold. Within an hour and half he had something quite interesting and lengthy. A stretch for the style and subject matter he was accustomed to. Not to mention his friend’s guitar playing. It wasn’t built for anything yet, he’d have to fix it to music. He was satisfied. Coming back to it he started working on another just before brushing his teeth and going to bed for good.