| | Reality Bites
Okay, more like historical fiction, I changed a few minor details (names other small details), so its not exactly what happened, bit its close enough to tell you, at least the beggining of my life (haha), here it is...
Reality Bites
He stared at the long row of lockers, as if soldiers saluting path to a specific point. His heartbeat rising, he slowly made his way down the abandoned hallway, his footsteps echoing. His brown hair flopped up and down as the rustling of his pants whispered sirens down the way. His hand rested on top of his trousers, as if to silence them. He moved his hand over to his pocket, feeling the slight bulge of folded paper feeling its way across his palm. He was about a third of the way down the hallway by now, and he came to a stop. He turned to the right and stared at one locker in particular for a second. The adrenaline rushed through his body, causing his muscles to tense as he approached the waiting soldier. He tugged at the papers in his pocket and snuggled them through the air vents at the top. Suddenly more alert than he felt in days, he ran home without looking back.
***
The next day in school, I was smiling mischievously eying a certain soldier as I made my way to biology. I continued on my merry way, blending in with the rest of the little freshman. I felt like a small fish in the scheme of things. A small fish grouped with other small fish trying to avoid the bite of all the others. We were as if trying to turn invisible by creating our own, small, insignificant little group. I shook my head inwardly as I filed into biology and sat down at my assigned seat.
“Hey Cote! How’s it goin’?” came the shout from Ron, who had just entered the room. His black curls fell loosely over his ears, as his bright blue eyes shone past his tanned skin. His hips swayed naturally against his pants, clearly displaying strong, firm, soccer muscles controlling every move. His smile seemed to light up the room, as gossip sprang to life at his entrance.
“Oh, hey,” was my lame, weak response. I looked at him with pure awe, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“You da man,” he remarked simply as he made his way to his seat.
“Hey Litz, whassup?” one of his soccer mates called out.
“Yo,” he tossed his curls off of his face as he shot the finger at his friend, smiling slyly.
“Very funny Litz, why don’t you…”
It was then the bell rang sharply, ending all discussions abruptly. The lack of a teacher became apparent as a couple of seconds passed with an awkward silence. Welcome relief spread through my nerves when random conversations sprang up around the room. Out of the many, one in particular took my notice, several seats behind mine.
His midnight-colored curls covered his eyes as he spoke,
“—A few more appeared this morning, in my locker I mean,”
“I’m telling you it’s him, it’s so obvious!” a brown haired girl replied.
“Marilyn, you’re nuts—he’s mad cool! There’s no way he’s like that.”
“Dude, just look at him,” one of the hockey players intervened, “Cote’s such a loner.”
“Ya…and?” was Ron’s only response.
It was at that point I decided to pull out my homework from my bag and ignore interaction around me altogether. Mr. Salvatore finally arrived and began class. The rest of the day seemed to pass by in a blur, that morning conversation glued to my brain. Nothing really happened (big surprise there), until last period, in math.
I was sitting in my seat, minding my own business, when suddenly Ron turned to me at the end of class—
“Dude, did you write them?” his bright blue eyes searching into my own.
I blinked confusion slowly misting my mind. The lightness faded from my face as realization dawned on me.
“Yes, I did write them,” I squirted out quietly at last.
Before Ron could scarcely even take a breath, the bell rang, and the room was a bustle of activity. He now found himself in the center of a crowd at the door.
I suppose I’ll just have to wait till tomorrow for his reaction, I thought to myself. He sighed exasperatedly to himself. Stupid bell.
***
I sat down in homeroom after going to my locker nervously. There was a slight change in the air around me, though I couldn’t quite place it. Murmurs reached my ears as I spied my peers whispering at each other. Strange behavior in early morning (for teenagers anyway); something had to be up, but what?
The weirdness persisted as I made my way to biology. I sat down and waited for Ron’s usual greeting as he entered. When he came in though, nothing happened. It was like I wasn’t even there. My heart began beating a little faster.
Don’t be silly, I chided myself for worrying, he probably broke up with his girlfriend or something just last night. I calmed down as I repeated the explanation to myself over and over while simultaneously trying to come up with others. It still bothered me though. By the end of class I had decided to see what was up.
I hurried through the crowd in the hall and found him, his black curls bouncing back and forth as he glided across the floor, everyone parting for him as he came. I shoved past someone else in front of me with great effort. I fell in step with him and spoke up quickly, so as not to loose my nerve.
“Hey man, how’s life treatin’ ya?” I asked, a little concern evident in my voice.
Ron turned toward me, a complete alien face looking back at me—
“What the hell’s wrong with you; get away from me fag!”
All the color drained from my face as my heart skipped a beat. I spontaneously decided to turn and walk quickly—very quickly, to my next class. |
