The glare from the sun's hot rays was the first thing to wake him from his little cat nap. The warm light seemed to pierce right through his eyelids and attack his poor pupils and irises. It caused his brow to furrow deeply and his nose to wrinkle up in agitation. For a moment, he tried to ignore the sudden heat he felt around him by placing his forearm over his eyes. At the moment, he was lying on his back on the roof of the school. His left arm lay lazily over his chest while his right was still trying to block the sun’s light. But, finally, the dark blues slowly peeked from behind the pair of lids and dark eyelashes. The arm covering his face went to rest next to his head and his fingers began to absentmindedly pluck the ends of his hair. A perfectly white button up top was looking rather wrinkled and crooked on his body now. A button or two on the top even had been torn loose. The dark ebony trousers were now dusted slightly with a layer of dust. This dust only happened to be resting on his bottom and calves of the pants since he had been lying on his back. Jeremy also noticed that one of his high top black and white Converse shoes laces was coming undone and was loose around his left ankle. All in all, considering the condition of his once rather nice looking clothes, it was obvious that he had been sleeping in them. On a roof, none the less.

How had he fallen asleep? When had he fallen asleep? He had come up here to rest and just sit down but he definitely had not come up here to sleep. Sleeping was the last thing that he had wanted to do at the moment. Right now, he should have actually been in class. Unless, of course, he had missed it. He had asked his teacher if he could use the bathroom and had never gone back. In other words, he was sure that someone would be either looking for him or very upset with him. He really didn’t feel like dealing with any trouble and since he had already most likely gotten himself in some, he just stayed where he was. He stayed laying on the rooftop with his eyes squinting up toward the sunlight, unmoving for now.

Finally, in fear of someone waltzing up here to see him lying on the fitly roof, Jeremy forced himself into a sitting position. He drew up both of his knees toward his chest and stopped them about half way there. Then he rested his arms on them and hunched forward. Tired eyes stared off in the direction of the ocean. Now that he was sitting up he could feel the breeze from the ocean better and the sun suddenly did not seem to be all that bad at all.

While reality slowly dug it’s teeth into his little world, Jeremy finally began to feel all of the emotions that he had been carrying around with him for a while now. For starters, there was Evie SinClair. Now most would assume that Jeremy, of all people, would merely hold one simple emotion toward the girl. Hate. But that was not the case. Sure at times he hated her and almost wished that she would just disappear for a while but, lately, he couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for her. She had managed to work her way far enough under his skin to where he almost trusted her. She had secrets, he had secrets, she was a bitch, he was an ass, and they both just clashed together all too terribly and well all at once. Jeremy hated it because he didn’t understand it. Then again, he had never understood Evie.

There was also another thought resting on his heavy mind. This thought being that one girl. Yes, that one girl and yes that one girl had a name. Victoria Queen was her name and he sometimes got the feeling that he hated her more than Evie. Or she hated him more than Evie did. He had thought she was a pretty cool girl at first but, then they both had seemed to make the wrong choice and it led to things that he would much rather not think about. Parenting. Oh good God, the horrors that would have come with that. Had she really been pregnant then Jeremy would not have known what to do. He wasn’t exactly fatherly material. He hardly knew his own. Maybe that was why he had run away from her as soon as he had heard the false news. Sure he had felt bad, but he had also been afraid. Not that she would have cared. She was probably afraid too of course. But Jeremy tried not the think about that.

All it seemed to be was girls on his mind at the moment. All except for one person. His title was something that had been long dead to Jeremy but his name, unfortunately, was still constantly stuck in his skull. This last person would be Mr. Shane Fisher. Also known as, Jeremy’s father. Now if anyone knew Jeremy as well as Jeremy knew Jeremy then they would all know just how much he enjoyed keeping this man far away from his thoughts. But he wasn’t. And who was Jeremy going to blame? Evie SinClair. Why? Because she had talked about hers a little bit that day in the art room. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about his own family. Sure he did not know the girl’s family at all and knew little from what she had told him but they seemed to love each other. Her father seemed to love her in her stories and she seemed to love him.

Feeling extra frustrated with his thoughts now, Jeremy let his fingers dig in to the sides of his knees while he tightened his jaw in attempt to keep any noise from escaping. Not that any would ever come. Jeremy Ryan Clark was not going to make a peep. He was going to sit there and try his best to push those thoughts aside until he finally calmed down enough to go back to class and get in trouble for either being late or missing for so long. Either way, it would still end up bad. At least he would have time to collect his thoughts for now. Maybe without even being interrupted. Maybe…