An old Ford pick up truck pulled into a parking space noisily, barely
missing the other cars. Shirley Manson blasted from the mega-speakers in
the car. Scuffed Doc-Martins hit the asphalt giving way to slightly baggy
jeans and a plain white tee shirt. The boy was about eighteen with focused
dark brown eyes and shoulder length, dark brown hair that was about as
unkempt as his boots. He yanked out a large, olive green carrier bag from
the passenger seat and slipped it onto his shoulder taking the keys out of
the ignition and putting it in his pocket. Eyes looked his way, unfriendly
eyes, scornful eyes. Sensing someone staring at him, he turned to face
them, the dark, cold, mahogany brown orbs flashing dangerously and raised
an eyebrow, daring them to continue. They shied away, and he turned and
walked toward the school. His name was Ethan Gabriel Verona, a senior at
Shady Brook High and to be perfectly honest he couldn't give a tinkers damn
what they or anyone else thought. He wasn't here to improve his social
status, considering the fact that not having one had made his life a hell
of a lot easier. He liked to put people on edge. He liked the fact that
people had to come up with reasons for the way he was because all they
would get in answer to the question was a glare. He walked toward the
castle like structure, plowing through a crowd of noisy unsuspecting kids
on skateboards who had to dodge out of the way at the last minute. One
unfortunate soul dove off of his skateboard and into the bushes to avoid
knocking into Ethan. Ethan stepped on the end hard, flipping it up into his
hand and he shoved it toward the boy, the other end jabbing into his
throat. The terrified boy whimpered and, grabbing the skateboard out of
Ethan's hand scuttled away.
"Wake up late?" a voice asked. Ethan turned to see his best and only friend Abram staring at him. Abram was a blonde but was by no means dumb. He had dark blue eyes and sharp features, a lean but muscled body and an incredibly dry sense of humor. They were the only two people so far that could deal with each other's rapidly changing moods. Abram was so far the only guy Ethan had met that listened to 70's music and Ethan was the only guy Abram knew that appreciated Shakespeare.
"Bite me." Was the reply. Abram grinned and walked with him in tandem toward the school to get their books for class.
"Wake up late?" a voice asked. Ethan turned to see his best and only friend Abram staring at him. Abram was a blonde but was by no means dumb. He had dark blue eyes and sharp features, a lean but muscled body and an incredibly dry sense of humor. They were the only two people so far that could deal with each other's rapidly changing moods. Abram was so far the only guy Ethan had met that listened to 70's music and Ethan was the only guy Abram knew that appreciated Shakespeare.
"Bite me." Was the reply. Abram grinned and walked with him in tandem toward the school to get their books for class.