Hello~ This story is gonna really deserve the M rating. So be prepared! Muahaha! Blaine is not gonna have a good time here… I'm so evil.
Sam turned off his stupid alarm clock, like he did every morning, walked out of bed, stumbled upon a couple of stray objects on his bedroom floor, undressed half-asleep and stepped into that cold shower that always successfully woke him up, and gave him the energy required to fulfill his school day. He loved that shower. Without that shower he might as well sleep-walk to school.
After a couple of minutes, he stepped out, completely satisfied, smiling at his figure in the damped mirror. He liked the mysterious aspect of looking at objects and people in an imperfect –in this case fogged- mirror; he could pretend he was anyone, since his face wasn't clearly visible, and so it was the perfect opportunity for some impersonations. So, there he stood, naked, in front of the mirror, speaking with funny voices for a couple of minutes before laughing at himself and grabbing a towel.
Then he ate some breakfast, not much though. He couldn't eat much if he wanted to keep his body the way it was: lean, muscled, thin. The way he liked it. And, yes, not eating everything he craved for was sometimes terribly unsatisfactory, but it was worth it. Plus, those rare times he ate something unscheduled, he would hate himself for days. He knew that. But he was still tired and lazy, and didn't feel like going. And it was Monday, to boot. Everyone hates Monday.
Since it was still early, Sam walked himself to school. It wasn't that far away, and it added to his quest to stay fit.
So. It was just any normal Monday. Rather annoying, sure. But it was his last year, so he knew all of this would soon be over, and that made it easier to get up in the morning and to take that damn shower.
The entrance of the school was crawling with people. From a distance, the view always reminded Sam of bees. Ants, not that much, actually. Because ants are quiet. People aren't. Students definitely aren't. He could understand why the houses in the immediate vicinity of the school were so cheap. Living there would be a nightmare. Sam was sure that if you did, you could very well get a cat thrown in your backyard. Regularly.
As he approached the school more and more, the first thing Sam noticed was that Blaine was not where he usually waited for him. Hmm… odd. Maybe he had gone in already, that wouldn't be that weird… He must have been thirsty and gone inside to drink water from one of those sinks placed all around the school. Or maybe someone, a teacher or a friend, had called out for him, and he had gone inside to talk to that person. He could also just not be at school, sick, maybe, or late. There were many, really many rational explanations for Blaine not being in that specific spot. Yet Sam couldn't help but feel a twirling in his gut. A bad feeling. But it was stupid. Very stupid. C'mon, seriously, really. Grow up Sam. Snap out of it.
Sam noticed that during his brief trance he had already reached the school and was just standing there blankly, staring at where Blaine should be. He rolled his eyes. Stupid.
He strolled inside, and looked around. Still no sign of Blaine. He went over to his locker, opened it and took out what he needed, still glancing around him continuously. Nothing. Sam slapped himself in the face and exhaled, then said, out loud:
"Stop worrying, you idiot." He mocked himself and walked to his first class, one he did not share with Blaine. Not that the class was that interesting, but it did get his mind off Blaine: the history teacher kept talking about how Hitler was a vegetarian, and how people should cut him some slack. She explained vegetarianism to the class, and its benefits. She then talked about how meat was evil, and how eating it would turn you into a demon. He couldn't help but laugh at her, and wonder how sometimes teachers at this school could, like, totally suck.
At the end of the class, Sam walked out smiling. That teacher was way off. She was crazy. And it was funny, more than scary and pathetic. However, as Sam walked into his second class, Blaine was still absent. So Sam decided to arrive a little late to call his friend. He had Blaine on speed-dial. Sam called, and waited, but apparently Blaine's cell-phone was out of batteries. Damn. Why now? Seriously, Blaine. Crap. Sam sighed and went to his class.
The rest of the day nothing particularly interesting happened. Blaine just didn't come to school and forgot to load his cell-phone. Man, was Sam gonna scold him. He made him worry like an idiot. Sam smiled at the thought. What would Blaine say? He would probably be like "Oh my god, I didn't notice, I'm so sorry!" The blonde boy smiled again. Blaine could really be clueless sometimes. It was cute.
Hope you like it so far! More is coming soon! There's gonna be more "action"… or, like, bad things in the next chapter. ^^
