Blitz

POV: Xavier Evans // Sept 2

“Fuck,” I hissed as I caught a glance at the alarm clock. I had overslept; more than likely missing the bus. I quickly rushed out of bed, running into the bathroom and speeding up my morning routine by a thousand. With a splash of water I had just sprayed across my face, I rinsed away any evidence of sleep and scurried back into my room.

Trying to find clothes in the heap of a mess I call my closet, I pulled out an indigo hoodie and some black skinnies; these would have to do. Plus, they didn’t smell of death like the others on the ground. While trying to put on my clothes, I fell, well,five times. But you try putting on jeans and a sweatshirt while trying not to miss school; yeah, rethink your judgment.

“Fuck this shit!”

I made my way to the mirror; expecting the worse. Surprisingly, my hair didn’t look as if I wrestled a big ass bear. I grinned, happy to have one less problem to worry about. With one last look, I leaped out of my room, landing on the stairs and almost falling head first. I don’t think I need a concussion along with this shitty morning.

Being one hell of a multi-tasker, I successfully went down the stairs while buttoning my pants and pulling my belt on. Zing!

“Xavier, honey, you’re going to be late for school!” My mom, whose name is Alice, said sarcastically.

I glared at her, wishing I had some type of laser eye vision at the moment. As if she didn’t know I was late. Hell, she probably came in my room at the time I was supposed to wake up and just laughed and left!

“Oh, thank you so much, Mother Dear!” I replied, squeezing on my Converse. “Will you be blessing me with a ride today?” She better be, for all she put me through his morning. I’m not doubting that scenario of her laughing; it’s actually looking very realistic now.

“I might as well,” she shrugged, taking the last bite of her pop tart. She probably loves that pop tart more than me.

I didn’t want to waste more time I didn’t have; I ran out the door, jumping into the car soon after. I watched my mom come out from the window, taking her sweet, sweet time towards the car. I saw that smirk on her face.

I groaned, hitting my head back against the seat.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I…?” She finally entered the car, putting her keys in the ignition. She knows exactly what she did, but I didn’t have time.

“Just drive!” I screeched.

“Well then,” She huffed, backing out of the drive way and onto the road. I turned on the radio, hoping it would somewhat cure my screaming mind. It didn’t.

I saw the outline of the school as we were only a short distance from it, my legs shaking excessively.

My mom looked at me quizzically, “Are you really this excited to go to school? What, is Green Day visiting or something?” she sighed, shaking her head. Of course she would say Green Day. I rolled my eyes.

The car pulled up in front of the school, hurriedly opening the door, I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and bolted out of the car. She yelled something along the lines of an ‘I love you’ as I ran, waving back in reply; I pushed open the doors, feeling slightly relieved that I was in the building. Getting to class would be the actual problem.

There were more people in the hallways than there were ever in class at this time, you’d have to be a brave soldier to get through the mass. I looked up at the clock that hung from the parallel wall; my body freezing as it was only one minute ‘til the bell would ring.

You’re probably wondering why I care so much about getting there on time. Truth is, I really don’t; but the hell of a teacher I have certainly does. The fact that he seems to hate my very being doesn’t add well to the fact either. I wouldn’t see the last of it if I came late, especially since this wasn’t the first time.

I didn’t hesitate as I darted through the hallway, bumping into more people than I even saw. At least this class didn’t involve climbing stairs; I would just break down right there. The door came into my view, looking as if it were magical, glowing a bit. Well, maybe only in my mind. I did a little happy dance as I reached it.

I sighed in relief as I gripped the handle, opening the door. Just as I took my first step in; The. Bell. Fucking. Rang.

I froze as the torturous noise made its way throughout the school. What may have been just another school noise for one person, was my name signed in blood. Looking around quickly, I stepped in all the way, crouching slightly and closing the door quietly behind me. Maybe if I didn’t make any noise, he wouldn’t…

“Xavier!”

Never mind.

I turned to look at Mr… whoever. It was kind of sad I didn’t know his name, seeing how it seems he maps out various ways to torment me, but I really didn’t fucking care.

The devil teacher looked just like every other person over the age of fifty in this place. He seemed to get his clothing choice from a fucking cabbage patch kid, I don’t know. What differentiates him though was his full head of greasy looking dark hair. Probably thinking he was the shit; but guess what? I do too! Mine’s not greasy though.

As the swirl of idiotic talk left from his mouth, I paid no attention, my interest not involving anything he says to me. I stood, looking past him at the window outside. How it looked so free...

When I tuned back in, I found him still talking! Who talks that much and expects anyone to care?

“Either come on time, or don’t come at all” He ended with. I rolled my eyes, of course, use some idiotic line that’s been used for the past one thousand years.

I turned on my heels towards my desk, murmuring on the way. “Just wait ‘till someone else comes late... Son of a bitch... Asshole…”

Laughter was heard throughout the class as I finally realized they were all watching, pretty anxious might I add. What is it about others suffering that makes it so amusing for other people? Fucking weirdos.

It was bout fifteen minutes into the class and I was staring at the board blankly, not caring what x was. Too bad, I actually liked math; but I guess the world hates everyone. The door creaked open, emitting a noise other than the scrawl of a marker dancing across the whiteboard. My head snapped towards the source, a grin making its way on my face. I wouldn’t be the only one tortured today.

A short boy with blonde hair curling at the ends and what looked to be… green? Eyes appeared from the door. He walked shyly to where the teacher was standing, a hint of red spreading along his cheeks. His voice was quiet; I wasn’t able to hear what he was exchanging with the teacher.

“What the hell?!” I whisper-shouted. Why was he allowed to come late on not be made a fool of? Yes, he was cute, but looks shouldn’t define anything!

“I told you man, he just hates you,” laughed Brad, someone I talked to on occasion. His desk was right next to me, still laughing as he scribbled something down in his notebook.

“Fuck this.” I groaned, throwing head on the desk. Stupid, buzz cut Brad was right, the guy only took pleasure in humiliating me.

But then I looked up, realizing I’ve never once seen the green eyed boy before. I’m sure I would remember him if I did… He must be new. The teacher had confirmed my thoughts. I looked around, the rest of the class probably realizing there would be no show for them, going back to their work and looking disappointed. I rolled my eyes.

“You must be Elliot Kaden? You can take a seat right there.” he pointed in the empty seat right in front of me. Elliot, I tried it out in my head. It fit him, it sounded nice.

As he looked over to the direction the teacher had pointed at, it felt like those moments in those shitty high school movies, which knows nothing about high school, has someone’s crush ending up with them in the most idiotic way. But this time, it didn’t feel so idiotic.

When he, Elliot, I liked saying his name, finally lifted his eyes from the floor, and started walking towards his seat. His green eyes shining and his face coming into clearer view with every step he took closer, I couldn’t ignore how beautiful he was.

***
After the 'incident' in Math today, I found my day getting gradually better. It started with Elliot, even though I’ve never had an actual conversation with him, much less heard his voice; his presence was just enough to comfort me. Then, on my way out, I had tripped and landed on the ground. But luck seemed to turn over to my side and I found twenty dollars! Hell yeah.

Right now, I was headed to lunch, where I could probably catch up on some sleep. I groaned remembering who would be there, Andrew; my best friend.

No, I’m not some of those weird people who hate their best friends, but with a friend like Andrew, it’d be impossible to close your eyes for even ten seconds without getting tackled. There goes my chance of sleep. I trudged to the cafeteria, slightly annoyed now.

As I entered the room full of chattering, and slightly nauseating food, I spotted Andrew waving his arms around like a psycho maniac and my other friends, Aiden and Lydia, inching away slowly. I smiled, knowing Andrew was scaring them shitless. I started walking in their direction, but something had caught my eye.

Elliot was sitting at an empty table reading.

I contemplated my options, just deciding nothing bad would come out of me going over to sit with him. I’d even get to finally hear his voice.

I turned, pulling out an empty chair and plopping down in it across from him.

He jumped slightly, removing his face from his book. He glanced at me with what seemed to be confusion.

It was then I could marvel at his beauty, his eyes a more emerald than I had noticed before, and his soft hair tempting me to reach over and just run my hands through it. I had spent enough time marveling the back of him in class math; this was amazing.

“Hey.” I smiled. Not the best greeting; but it’d have to do.

"Hello" he said slightly above a whisper, then burying his face in the book.

His voice was soft, I’d expected that, but something about it seemed to suck me in. I wanted to hear it again.

"So how you liking the school? I bet you wanna kill yourself huh?" I laughed, knowing that was exactly what I wanted to do being stuck in this hell hole. Well, not anymore.

He just shrugged. “I don't really care for it, to be honest.”

I didn’t really have anything to say, so I settled for observing his face some more. As my eyes had dropped down to his lips, I felt hands cup my shoulders and I turned to see Andrew standing there. This could only end badly.

"Who's this fine piece of ass? Working your magic huh Xavier?" I felt like hitting him, so I did. I back handed him across the chest. He simply laughed and herded me towards our table. I tried to get away, but gave up because I was too tired, and he was too strong. I sent Elliot a smile the whole time I was being dragged away.