Wicked
“No rest for the wicked.” He mumbled, walking ahead of me. “No rest for the wicked.” Farther and farther ahead… He didn’t want to walk beside me that day. It was Thursday, early dismissal from school. The day of the week that he would meet me at my last class to walk together to my parent’s house. Typically, the title hump day is reserved for Wednesday’s, but that is what we called Thursday’s because it was when we had our chance to have sex in an empty house. There was a different feeling about this particular hump day though. He was acting so very strange and didn’t have any interest in sex, only in telling me over and over again that there is no rest for the wicked.