Hi guys! I am really hesitant about starting another story when I am smack, dab right in the middle of my other one, but I was inspired to do this by Mocca2latte, and her story Pewdie the Bully, and if you haven't read that yet, you should because it is AMAZING. Anyway, unless this story, is like, insanely liked, I probably won't continue it until I finish the roommate agreement, I am just testing the waters of this story. If you want updates on this, please leave a review! I guess if it gets about 50+ reviews, I will continue it while still continuing The Roommate agreement, and I release an update schedule for it if that does happen. Okay, here we go!
My name tag read Cry. Not Cryaotic, or ChaoticMonki, or anything else of the sorts. Besides, I was in Sweden. Who would recognize my voice in Sweden? I knew that I was bigger in America, but I did have fans all over. Hopefully, nothing bad would happen. (Cry is younger in this story, about 16/17) Besides what fans said on the internet, I didn't wear a mask, though when it came to presentation on how I looked, they were somewhat spot on. I had light mousy, oak brown hair, and green eyes. Besides that, I wasn't sure how you would describe me besides skinny, and odd.
Moving to Sweden had been a weird change for me. I was told almost one year ago that I was moving away from the sunny lands of Florida, and into the barren country of Sweden.
"You had better brush up your Swedish." My friend, Russ told me.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you, darling?" My mother asked me, while she was cooking breakfast for my younger brother. I shook my head, and grabbed the car keys off of the hook. After little debate, I was allowed to leave on the condition that I took breakfast with me. Once I agreed, my mother shoved a container of Orange, apple juice, and rasin bagel into my hands, and I was pushed out the door.
Not being used to the cold, I shivered at the gust of icy wind, and huddled tighter into my jacket. Hoping it would shield me from the icy pricks of the snow against my skin. I waddled to my car, and quickly got in, shutting the door. The howl of the wind was lost with the click of my lock, and I rubbed my hands together quickly, trying to gain warm friction between my frozen fingers. Eventually, I started the car, turned on my mothers GPS, and began my drive to the new school. XCOM private school.
"Cry?" The lady asked, sounding somewhat skeptical. Despite what people thought, Cry was a nickname. Crystopher. It was Irish, and was my fathers family name that was carried over from the island. When he died before I was born, my mother wanted to incorporate it somehow. I told the lady to recheck the system, spelling out my full name for her. She seemed surprised that a name showed up, and apologized. Handing me a map of the school, a uniform, and my schedule.
"You can change in that bathroom down the hall." The said, leaning forward, and pointing at a set of large double doors, to the left of me, and down a ways. I nodded, and thanked the women before collecting my belongings, and trudging to the bathroom. Once inside, I picked the roomiest stall, and began to change out of my street clothes, and into the uniform that the school had assigned to me. It was acceptable by the school to wear what ever pants you wished with the uniform. So long as they were black, and had no holes. I had bought a few pairs of black skinny jeans the other day at a local superstore that they had here.
I pulled on the white button up shirt, and the blue blazer that came along with it. The blazer fit me well, and stopped at my lower mid back. Although it was an option to button it, i left it unbuttoned, and turned the sleeves up to my elbows. Once I was done, I slipped on the black dress shoes, and off my converse. Sighing, I shoved my clothes, into my backpack, and exited the bathroom.
Without paying attention, I swung open the bathroom door. Hitting somebody in the head. I heard a loud curse in swedish, and a shout. I let out a completely manly shriek, and dropped my bag. Looking behind the door, to see a boy sitting on the ground, rubbing his head. I began to apologize, and I leaned down to help him up. Mostly, in these sorts of situations, I tended to over fuss, and exaggerate. Which was precisely what I was doing now.
He finally stopped groaning, and rubbing my head. His eyes snapped open, and I was met with static, icy blue eyes. They had a sort of cryptic beauty to them. I help heat rush to my face, as my eyes widened, and I blinked a couple times. He was...really good looking. He had dusty blonde hair that covered up part of his eyes, and a narrowed face. He was taller than me. Probably by a good three or four inches. Thin, but muscular.
"Freshmen." I heard him growl. I was snapped out of my trance, and looked around me. Several kids had stopped what they were doing, and was watching the scene unfold. This boy had fallen when i hit him, and I had gotten to my knees, feeling his head for bumps. I blushed noticing my hands were clutched to his hair, and my face a little to close. I let go of him, and jumped to my feet, backing up, and apologizing.
He had a death glare that could stop a charging rhino. He slowly climbed to his feet, and began walking toward me. Backing up further, until I felt my back hit two bodies. Looking away from Felix, and up to the warm bodies that I had backed into. Two boys, both quite taller than me, stood there.
"What do we have here?" The boy who I had hit said. His voice thick with a Swedish accent. I gulped. Yes, this scene was very familier. Having encountered bullies in the past. Many times, my instincts began to take over as I began scanning for possible exits. I heard him chuckle. One of the boys behind me grabbed my forearm.
"What should we do with him Felix?" The boy, Felix, grabbed my face and studied my features before roughly pulling away, and turning to his friend. "He's cute." Felix said. Despite him being the source of my newfound torture at this school, I felt myself blush.
"But what do we do with all the freshmen?" He said smirking. I saw the two other boys smirk aswel, as the other one grabbed my free arm, and begin to haul me into the bathroom.
"No!" I yelled. Of course I knew what was going to happen. I have had my fare share of face dunks in the past. "I-I'm not a freshman!" I yelled. Felix stopped walking, and so did the other two boys. He turned to me, and leaned down into my face.
"Then what are you?" He asked. I gulped, looking into his cold, icy eyes.
"I-I'm a junior. I'm n-new." I stuttered. He studied my face for a bit before opening the stall, and grabbing my shirt. Pulling me from the other boys who let go as soon as he had a grip on me. He shoved me to my knees in from of the toilet.
"Whats your name?" He asked, crouching down in front of me. My face, at least a foot from the bowl.
"C-Cry!" I shouted. "It's Cry!" He smirked.
"Welcome to XCOM, Cry." He said, promptly shoving my face into the bowl.
This locket not only was small, and cold, but it smelt bad. I shivered, as my hair dripped wet, and cold. I had banged on it for almost an hour, but nobody came.
I stayed there. Leaning against the locker door was no use, and my legs began to hurt from standing on my feet for such a long time. More time passed before a teacher finally heard my crys and let me out. I was shooed of to class, and left to the mercy of the gang that shut me in that locker to begin with.
When school was finally over, I exited the parking lot, looking for my car. That was odd. I thought. I could have sworn I parked over here. However, my car was nowhere to be scene. I walked up, and down the lot, looking and searching. After a while, I remembered that I had an alarm button on my keychain. I face palmed, and pulled out my keychain, pressing the small red alarm button at the bottom. It the distance, I heard a faint car alarm go off. Okay, this was weird. I jogged around the school, where I heard the my alarm come from. My anxiety was getting higher, and higher, each step I took. I hadn't had a proper anxiety attack for a while. My medications were working, and I could control my anxiety levels.
Finally, the alarm was loud, and close. I turned te corner, and immediately stopped running. There sat my car. Crowded around with kids, freshmen, to seniors. I pushed my way through the crowd, turning my alarm off, and gaped in horror. Every window was broken out, and dents loitered the side of the car. The hood of the car was propped up, and i noticed all sorts of essential parts of my engine had been ripped out, and thrown on the ground near the car. Tire were slashed, and the interior was trashed. I felt tears prick at my eyes. I had bought that car after saving up for four years doing odd jobs around my hometown in Florida. It wasn't much of a car, but it was the first thing I had earned myself. Written on the hood, in bright red letters was,
You don't mess with Felix.
My Anxiety levels shot up in an instant, and I felt as though walls were coming in around me, trapping me in a tiny box, and i was running out of air. I began hyperventilating, and crying. Collapsing on the ground holding my head. I didn't care how many kids were watching me. I suppose I had been there a while, and I had gotten pretty bad, because I my mother came and picked me up.
"I don't wanna go there anymore." I said, once we were home, and I had taken my medication, and calmed down. She sighed, and nodded.
"I know." She said. "But right now, you are there on scholarship. Wait until I am settled into the new job, and we will see about a new school." She said. That was all we could do for now. My mother didn't have the money to take on a 15,000 dollar plus yearly tuition, and Nathan, and I were lucky that we got full paid scholarships to such a good school. I understood, and agreed with her.
"You can stay home tomorrow." She said, standing up, and kissing my forehead. I smiled, and went to my room to play video games. Despite being a fucking jerk, dick, douche, fucker I had EVER met.
I still couldn't get those eyes out of my head.
I realllyy enjoyed writing this. But I don't think I will continue it until I finish my other story. Unless it is received really well. Then I will incorporate it into my update schedule. But I am wanting that whole 50 review thingy before I do. I know a lot of people say they want reviews, but it is important to let us know if you like the story. It gives us the confidence to continue.
So lets make a deal. 10 reviews, I'll post a new chapter. Somebody comments and raised a valid point! That if 40 people review, why should I make the rest wait for the last 10?
So every 10 reviews, I'll post a new chapters till we get to 50, and then i will regulate the updates despite review count.