"A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness."

― Jean Genet

   When I woke up, I hadn't realized something.

   It didn't dawn on me just then that my mother had cooked her pancakes the same way she did yesterday, and that she was saying the same exact words she said-in what was supposed to be-yesterday.

   "Isaac, sweetie," she said while flipping a hot cake onto the green plate. "I need you to pick up your brother after school. Your grandmother's still in the hospital, and I'd like to keep her company..." She continued to ramble on.

   Even though my brother Todd was supposed to be going to soccer try outs today, I was still told to pick him up today. But if Todd was going to soccer try outs, then his best friend's mom Danny was supposed to, or would be giving him, a ride home. But I still didn't say anything about it. I didn't make a fuss, because I didn't think it'd been strange,

   Yet, for some weird reason I chose to wear clothes that were similar to the ones I wore yesterday, and I even decided to pick Justice up, like I did yesterday.

   "Hey babe," I said to her, giving her a peck on a cheek. "You look nice."

   She smiled and rolled her eyes. "No, I don't Isaac, I look fucking fat." She pointed at the way her stomach kinda poked out from under her shirt, but I only shrugged. She said this yesterday. And she was wearing the same outfit she wore yesterday.

   That was new.

   Justice never wore her clothes more than once. After she wore a pair of Miss Me jeans one time, she would either pass them down to her younger sister Beverly, or donate them to charity, because after all, "Poor people don't know how to fucking dress."

   I decided to point out my observation. "So, you decided to wear the same shirt you wore yesterday?"

   She laughed dryly. "Isaac, what the hell are you talking about?"

   I raised my eyebrow, and gave my girlfriend a look of bemusement. "Didn't you wear that shirt yesterday?"

   "Stop joking." She was starting looked pissed.

   "I'm not." I laughed a little bit.

   "Yeah you are. Besides, you know I don't wear any of my clothes more than once. I thought you already knew that." She put her earphones in her ears, and tapped on her phone continuing to snapchat.

   Oh, well. I didn't say anything more to her about wearing the same outfit she wore yesterday the rest of the drive to school.

   Once I pulled up to Warner High, Justice got out of the car and hitched up her skirt some. It kind of irritated me when she did that. I didn't necessarily like it when my teammates and buddies looked at her, and checked her out. But even if I said anything to her about it, she'd accuse me of being paranoid and over-protective.

   Yet, all I really wanted was some respect. Justice was my girlfriend. Not Simon's, Peyton's, nor anybody else's. But it's not like I could keep myself from staring at her friend's who sometimes wore leggings that showed off a bit too much, or crop tops that hung too low.

   "Hey, Stints and the girlfriend too!" My buddy Peyton called from across the other side of the parking lot. "Get your asses over here quick!"

   Justice sighed out of frustration and huffed. "Seriously, what does he need to tell us?"

   I shrugged. "Didn't he tell us yesterday that him and Gwen weren't dating anymore, since he found out that she cheated on him with that new kid, uh, what was his name? Yeats? His last name was Yeats."

   She shrugged, adding in an eye roll this time. "I'm pretty sure him and Gwen are still on. She would've texted me yesterday about it, if they had broken up."

   I didn't say anything. I frowned slightly, but put aside the confusion I felt that very minute. Seriously. Things were starting to feel too damn familiar.

   When we reached Peyton, he threw a football at me, and I caught it smoothly. "So, what's got you excited this morning?" I asked.

   There was the nagging feeling, like I'd even asked that before. Yet, like I kept on doing, I shrugged the feeling off.

   Peyton gave me a giant shove, and I poked Peyton in the ribs with my elbow. He then put both of his arms around my shoulder, and Justice's shoulder. "I wanted to tell you guys, before you heard from anyone else...eh, me and Gwen broke up."

   Justice looked at me before she said anything. "Why?" She asked.

   I responded with, "You already told us that. She cheated on you didn't she?"

   Peyton stopped walking, and leant his back against the school building. "I didn't tell you shit." Hints of anger were evident in his voice. "Did Gwen tell you she cheated on me-"

   "With the new kid, William-I think."

   Justice gave me the mean mug, and then looked a little apologetically at my friend. "That part about the new kid isn't true, right?"

   Peyton nodded. "Yeah, the fucking new kid with the Canadian accent was the one she messed around on me with." He shook his head and walked away, leaving me and Justice.

   Justice moved some of her brown strands of hair away from her face, and scoffed at me. "How the heck did you know about Gwen, and that Will kid?"

   "He told me and you that yesterday-about Gwen and the Canadian," I said. "You were standing right beside me, and he continued to go on and on about how Gwen fucked him over, and then you-you uh, went to the bathroom to meet Janie...I think."

   I speeded up my words; trying to explain myself quickly as the look of being unconvinced came on my girlfriend. She thought all my words were lame and subordinate.

   When she walked away from me, I had a feeling she was going to the bathroom to meet with Janie.

:: :: ::

   Geometry was the same.

   Zoey still let me cheat off of her again and I made sure to say thank you this time because I'm pretty sure I hurt her feelings for not saying it last time. But again. something hit me, this odd feeling like I was pretty sure I'd seen these answers again. But maybe we were still going over the same unit because half of the class had gotten a failing grade on it last Friday. I was sure of it.

   And again did I study Zoey because I'm pretty sure she did something different with her hair. Or maybe she didn't. I wasn't exactly sure. But she was starting to get my attention a little more.

   After the bell rang my eyes followed her for a bit, but once she left the classroom, my eyes were off of her and I continued on with my day that was still feeling oddly familiar; as if I were experiencing some freaking dejá vu.

   When I was in English with Simon Moore, we still disrupted the class like no one's effing business. Mrs. Stevens continued to lecture us about how we made it unfair to the others about having extra homework tonight. But Simon and I still didn't give two rat's asses about it.

   By lunchtime, I was pretty sure about one thing. I was reliving what was supposed to be yesterday.

:: :: ::

   "I'm sorry about this morning," I said quietly to Justice. I took a sip of my Root Beer and looked at Justice who was on her phone texting one of her friends I hardly knew. I'm not even sure she heard my apology.

   "Hey babe," She said distractedly, texting away on her phone, "Do you want to eat at Luigi's with Gwen and her new boyfriend this weekend?"

   Even if, in some bizarre way, I was repeating the same day, why did Justice still have to be this way? Selfish, and unaware of my situation. The situation was that I was kind of betraying my best friend if I went out with his ex girl friend and the guy that she cheated on him with. It all looked fucked from my standpoint, Peyton's especially.

   But I didn't tell her this. I just gave her a look like what she just said was stupid, and she didn't like it.

   "Why are you looking at me that way?" She asked, "Like, stop it."

   Besides, you never know, Peyton and me could've hooked up before.

   Damn it, that still bothered me. I was starting not to look at Justice the same, and why was that? I swear I could've been tripping or something. I couldn't have been possibly reliving the same day, right?

   I mean, that only happens in the movies, right? It happened in this one movie with Tom Cruise me and the guys had went to see our freshman year. We could all agree that Emily Blunt was smoking hot.

   I then realized that Justice was still looking at me, and I just kissed her. And that seemed quite repetitive.

:: :: ::

   By the time school ended, me and Justice had still went and made out, and this time I made sure we were at my car. But from my peripheral vision I still saw Zoey, but this time I noticed that she looked a little messy.

   Breaking my lips from Justice's, I pointed at Zoey, who was a couple of feet away from us now unlocking her car. "What happened to her?" I asked.

   Justice frowned when she saw that it was Zoey who I was pointing at. "Oh, I think she got in a fight with some girl. I think her name was Larissa, or something of the sort."

   I frowned.

   Zoey seemed like a girl who kept to herself, and just because I noticed her (sometimes), that didn't exactly mean everyone else did.

   "Well, who won? Larissa or Zoey?"

   Justice looked a bit surprised at the fact that I knew Zoey's name, but she didn't comment on the fact.

   "It was Larissa."

   "Is Zoey okay?"

   Justice rolled her eyes. "How can you say that? The bitch had it coming for her." She looked at Zoey's car that was backing up and shook her head. "She thinks she's better than everyone else, and I heard she cheated on that Lawson guy. You know, the guy with the shitty band."

   She looked at me.

   Perhaps she was looking for a nod, or for me to confirm that her stankiness was something to admire and ignore. But Justice was slowly starting to seem like this entirely different person than the one I thought I knew.

   She was scaring me.

:: :: ::

   Football practice was the same. Me and Peyton chatted for a bit. You know, made small talk and did what all guys do in camaraderie. But I knew he still thought I was shitty because of my actions, when he told me that him and Gwen were through.

   Simon Moore and I talked about normal stuff too, but at one point during the regular talk he pulled me aside and said, "Have you and Gwen ever did anything?"

   I gave him a look of disgust. Despite the fact that Gwen was cute, and she was known amongst the guys as this really awesome girl if you know what I mean, I'd never actually had any interest towards her.

   Simon Moore was one sick person, to be so interested in wether or not I'd done it with my best friend's ex.

   "You know she was Peyton's girl." I said this in the most normal way I could, but there was a slight edge to my voice.

   He laughed. "Have you even done it?"

   When I didn't respond, he just laughed callously and walked away.

   Did Simon ask me the same thing yesterday? If he did, how did I react then?

:: :: ::

   It was sometime around 9:00pm.

   My brother was watching Mad Max starring Mel Gibson in the living room, my mom was still tending to my grandmother at the hospital and I was in my room. Justice had texted me a couple times, but I didn't open the messages. I was just staring at the ceiling as I laid in me bed, trying to comprehend this bizarre thing that happened today.

   Tomorrow, I'd go back to being the old me. I'm sure Justice was a bit freaked out, and I wasn't being fair to her. And Peyton, well, I needed to be a better friend to him. And Simon always said stupid shit, why was I taking it so effing personal now?

   As I laid on my bed, contemplating my actions through the day and trying to decide wether or not I was a bad person, something weird happened.

   Just as I felt like something was leaving my soul, I had blacked out.