This is another one of my little 'pilots'. I'm planning on making a couple more and whatever is the best, I continue and finish it. I want reviews. I would like to know the readers' opinion on all my work and the things I can do to make these better.
Disclaimer: The following uses song lyrics, which I do not own. All credit goes to the original artists. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
"Axel, can you please stop texting in my class? This is a silent study hall and you are not being lovely today."
"I was playing solitaire on my iPod. Is that a crime too?"
"Don't give me attitude because I can you send you to the dean. You are being loud and disruptive."
"But…"
"Not another word. Got it memorized?"
Sigh. "Yes."
Ugh. I really hate that horrible twat, Ms. Maleficent, so much it is not even funny. If I were a crazy emo child that listens to, I dunno, Panic! At the Disco I would stab her voodoo doll in the crotch with a fiery spit. But, I'm too well adjusted to do that.
I am really nervous. Drum major auditions are next hour and I can't handle the crap coming from this teacher's mouth. Is it bad enough that I am pitted against two other great leaders in band, Sora and Riku, for the only spot open next year? After this half-period is over, I can talk with Jasmine or Jack for some advice, because there are the presiding drum majors. But, deep down I know have a slim shot. I mean, Sora is a tenor sax player. He is very outgoing and many people are willing to listen to him. He could get leader because of popular vote. Riku, on the other hand, is a trumpet player who guides with military discipline. That alone should snag him the spot and make him a favorite with the judges.
As for me, I'm just a goofy drum captain on the snare line. Sure I am a little lenient. But I get stuff done and I'm a great teacher. Or am I? Or am I not?
Ugh.
While, I was having a nervous breakdown, I saw comfort in checking out Roxas sitting a couple rows away. Strange, because I have the stones to go for a position seemingly impossible, yet I have not had a friendly conversation with Roxas once this year. I do find him attractive because of his blond hair that looks like a field of golden wheat and pretty blue eyes that I could swim in all day. Not to mention his hard body that I could touch and hold. I licked my finger slowly. Maybe I can rip his skin off and wear it as pajamas to bed…Oh my god; my sick sexual fantasies are getting the better of me…again.
The truth is I could have anyone I wanted. I was captain of the water polo team, a candidate for drum major in band, in NHS, I had a charming Brooklyn accent and I wasn't selling narcotics, so it logically I can have any fish in the sea. But it was this one in particular that had my Moby Dick interested. Roxas was a saxophone player, but he usually kept to himself and tight group of friends. From what I know, he is really smart and funny, but yet I never really talked to him. We aren't friends nor are we enemies. More like…acquaintances in chemistry.
But, how I ached just to talk to him. I would cleverly fabricate little situations just to say two words to him. Once, in chemistry I threw my pencil down his side so he would notice and pick it up for me.
Another time I tapped him on the shoulder and asked, "What is the date today?"
He turned back and replied, "Today is the twenty first." I got a glimpse of his cute face and melted. I thanked him for the answer in a nonchalant way trying to maintain my cool. It's not like I want him to know I secretly desired him. My God, am I a pathetic piece of work.
What do my experts have to say?
I quickly lifted my bag onto the table to conceal myself taking out my iPod and slipping the ear buds in again. I clicked shuffle and waited for the song to arrive in my head to give me advice. I always went to my iPod out for these sticky moments.
I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin. So far ahead these bums is laggin. See me in that new thing bums is gaggin. Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon. I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon. Look at my footage how these girls be spazzin. So fuck I look like I be getting back to a has been. That's right has been. Hey Nicki. Hey Nicki.
Thanks Nicki or Roman, whoever you are. You are right. I need to stop worrying about everything and just rely on my own talents. The universe doesn't want me get behind my competition. This audition may not be so bad after all.
At least this is the high point of my day. My parents have an appointment in court to settle their 'irreconcilable differences.' My dad is going to get a condo out in Traverse Town while me and my mom stay in the house. I just wish this divorce wasn't so messy. It was so long and drawn out it was just exhausting for everybody. If only there was an express lane for divorce. That would be nice. Your baggage had to be 10 broken family members or less to go through and quickly get your separation done. Yeah right, that'll happen when Oprah eats Saturn and sends the flying gnome army down to earth to fuck us all.
I stared at the clock and willed the little red, cheeky bastard of a seconds hand to move faster. I want to get to lunch and bitch and moan to my friends. And maybe stare at Roxas some after I consume the cafeteria's addicting cookies. Think of all the naughty things I would do to him….Wait. I am not that gay.
Rah, rah like a dungeon dragon. Rah, rah like dungeon dragon. Rah, rah like a dungeon dragon; like a dungeon dragon.
"Psst. Axel," whispered a stressed voice.
"Yes, Pence?" I answered quietly annoyance for my disturbance.
"Do you have your chemistry book or the syllabus questions?"
"No, Pence, and I will never have my chem. book with me during this period. Stop being such a free loader. Go ask Olette." I gestured towards her.
"She already turned me down." Good for her. She is becoming more assertive. Olette should never be a doormat to this lazy son of a bitch.
"Come on, Axel," he whispered desperately. "Don't be a douche and just help me."
Ugh. "Fine." I pulled my chem. book out of my bag and handed it to him and told him to go away. "You can do the syllabus questions by yourself because there are in my locker for real this time."
"You and I both know they are in this book, Axel."
I paused in frustration clenching my fists. "Damn you!" I exclaimed. Everybody glared at me for my profanity during this 'silent study hall'.
"Axel, we do not use fowl language in my classroom. Look, you are disturbing the peace in here. You were so lovely this week, why can't you be lovely now? I guess you want to stay with me during lunch. It would be sooo awesome to have you here with me doing math problems." Her bloodshot eyes were freaking me out and her attempt to be humorous was horrifying.
"No, Mrs. M," I said defeated. "I'll be quiet for the remainder of the period, geez."
"By the way, honey, ear buds." Oh crap. I still had them in. I scrambled to put them away and dropped on the ground. I made a scene and people laughed. But, I really turned red as my hair when I saw Roxas laughing at me. Great, I thought. He thinks I'm retarded. God help me now.
I sat back down staring into my desk and waited for this period to end. Certainly the commotion might've reduced some time, right?
Wrong. And I still had five minutes to rot in my anxiety.
I decided to throw caution to the wind and slipped my ear buds put a third time and listen to whatever was on next.
Luckily it was the song that I was using for my audition. This Is Halloween. It was a song pulled from last year's show Nightmare. I, being the crafty bitch that I am, stole that pick from the other candidates first before they could. I assumed a song that I really enjoyed allowed me to relax a little more. Plus, it is the hardest out of all of them, so if I nail, the judges will be so impressed with my work.
For the rest of the period, I inconspicuously conducted to the song to make sure my form was tighter than an Asian boy's booty hole.
The bell rang.
"Everyone have a nice afternoon. I am glad that some of you were good today." She made that remark while eyeing me. That bitch.
I escaped through the door and made it into the hallway. I saw Olette walking ahead and I caught up to her.
"Did you do anything last period?" I asked.
"No. Everyday in study hall I die a little inside," she remarked dramatically. "Are you nervous for your audition today?"
"What do you think?" I asked sarcastically.
"I don't know because you never talk to me anymore. Weren't you going to text me last night?" Crap. I forgot about that.
"I was," I lied. "…going to text but I was…busy. I'm sorry. Lately I have been so stressed out, you know, with the audition, water polo state in a couple of weeks, my parents divorce…"
"I know it's getting tough, Axel," she said to comfort me. "But you still need to know who your friends are. They keep you sane, for the most part."
"I know. I know."
"Anyway, I saw you gawking at Roxas today," she stated with a smile.
"What? I was really that noticeable?"
"You looked like a junkie tracking down a case of heroin. Geez." She couldn't help but smile at the fact that I had a schoolgirl crush on this guy.
"So…when are drum captain tryouts gonna be?" I said trying to change the subject. She looked at me with a smirk knowing that I was dropping the last issue, but she answered me anyway.
"I think they are this Friday, if I am not mistaken. Why do you ask?"
"You should tryout for bass captain," I said with an encouraging tone.
"Yeah, no. I don't really stand that much of a chance. I'm not going to make it. There is already Pete who has been kissing up to Ms. Yen Sid for quite awhile…"
"You know Olette," I began. "For someone who calls me out on being a wimp in my love life, you are being a chicken."
"I can live with that."
"Do you want to stay inside your cocoon forever?"
"Hey, I love my cocoon. It is so warm and cozy in here"
"But, you keep telling me that you will end up like Belle." Belle was a senior, who graduated, that we met during band camp last year. She taught us how to march in bass (when I was in bass line.) She was extremely outgoing and flaunted her sex appeal with great ease. She and her friend, Mulan, organized flash mobs on random school days to make her senior year fun. Our inside joke is that Olette will end up exactly like her.
"I know, but I wanna wait…"
"Until you graduate?"
"No, you know what, END OF CONVERSATION!" That was her way of blowing off her issues.
"But, Olette-"
"END OF CONVERSATION!"
Ugh. She was more stubborn than Mrs. Maleficent sometimes.
We made it to the lunch room, eventually and made our way to our table. I sat down and put my bag under the table. I saw that the lunch was really long again, so I slipped in my ear buds to listen to another song.
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can read my poker face. (She's gonna love nobody) Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face. (She's gonna love nobody)
This song is making me think of Roxas and my pathetic relationship with him. Next song, I can't be distracted from the main prize. I'm a dungeon dragon.
Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me. Infect me with your love and fill me your poison-
Next.
I walk a lonely road, the only road I've ever known. Don't know where it goes, but I'm the only one and I walk alone.
Next.
Sunday is gloomy. My hours are slumber less. Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you. Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
I don't remember putting Billie Holiday on here.
Forget it. How about I just go in line now and lose all my distractions. I need to focus.
Rah, rah like a dungeon dragon.
I grabbed a few bucks from my wallet and headed towards the line. I snatched a cookie and some fries, paid for them and sat back down to see Olette, Alice and Hayner taking their seats.
"What's up with you people?" I asked.
"Nothing much," replied Hayner , listening to his iPod.
"Same," said Alice. "A funny thing happened in bio today…" Something funny always happened in her bio class. "Today, I asked about what would be on the next test, so I asked, 'Will there be orgasms on the test?' by accident. Then Mr. Triton said, 'I hope not.' The entire class bursts out in laughter and I am so embarrassed…"
I stopped listening after that. The thing with me was that I couldn't handle anticipation very well. I would just sink into my thoughts and pretty much get stuck there until I'm needed.
"…anyway, today he was checking out Roxas again with huge googly eyes."
"Woah, wah? Hey Olette, can you stop bringing back embarrassing stories about me for once?" I asked.
"No," she replied with a smile.
"Wow, Axel," Alice said. "You got an eye on someone special?"
"Uh, not really. I'm not really going to talk to him or anything…"
"Shame." Then she turned to Hayner to talk about Lady Gaga's new album.
I guess Alice is right. It is a shame that I am wasting my time not putting myself out there. There could be some room for some school romance here or there…I finished off my lunch and searched for Sparrow and Jasmine. It took me a couple of laps around the cafeteria to realize that they were in the band room with Ms. Yen Sid to prepare for the audition. Crap, I thought. I guess I will have to go it alone.
I wished I realized this fact sooner. How stupid of me not to see it. My mind was ready to blow up from confusion and aggravation when…
The bell rang and everyone shuffled out of the lunch room. I met up with the three as we departed for the band room. I felt as though I was walking my last steps to the electric chair.
Look out universe. Axel is ready to fuck up.