Angel
Spencer's P.O.V
Maybe if I stared at him long enough the annoying brat would sit somewhere else. I mean, it was bad enough I had to go to summer school, but why did he have to flunk too? Man, I never thought I'd miss Jon this much.
But that isn't the point. The point is, Ross was still sitting next to me with his head resting on his palm, waiting for the teacher to arrive. It wasn't just us in the room, though. I saw Gerard Way and some kid with the hugest afro you'd ever seen. So it's not like this place was full of kids.
"Do you mind?"
I snap back to reality to realize that I've been staring at Ross for quite some time. In my mind, it was the death glare. But to the rest of the world, it might've looked creepy.
"Huh?"
"I know I'm hot, but stop staring at me," he smirks at me.
I feel my cheeks go red and I look away. "Trust me, I wasn't checking you out."
He shrugs and leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on a desk. Wow… He looked so…Comfortable.
"Ya know, this isn't your house," I snap with a roll of my eyes.
He closes his chocolate brown eyes and for a second, I think the bastard totally ignored me. I was about to say something when he sighs.
"It might as well be. It's not like I can go to a safe ho…" he opens his eyes abruptly and stops speaking. I raise an eyebrow.
"What?" I ask, genuinely interested.
"Nothing. Just stop staring at me, Spencer," he muttered before closing his eyes again.
He didn't talk to me again the rest of the day. He didn't look at me the rest of the day. But hey, when the teacher walked in, he finally moved far away from me.
Ryan's P.O.V
I try my best to walk out of the room without looking back at him.
Spencer Smith.
The most beautiful creature that ever walked the planet. His eyes, oh man, his eyes. I just couldn't look into them back there. I never had that feeling before. It's like, his eyes were big, blue orbs and if I looked into them for too long…I'd never find my way out.
That has never happened to me before. I've had plenty of girlfriends (and boyfriends) but it was nothing but lust. But Spencer…?
I sigh and chucked my bag over my shoulder. I had to get to the roof.
"Ryan! Hey, Ryan!"
I stop, the voice is familiar. I plaster on a smile before turning around.
"Bren! Hey, what's up?" I say as he follows me upstairs.
"I've been looking for your skinny ass all day. Where were you?" he asks with a frown.
"I thought I told you that I flunked chemistry. I have to be in Mr. Mason's class for the next three weeks with nothing but chemistry junk," I say as I push open the door leading to the roof.
"Aw, poor Ryro," he mocks using the girliest voice he can muster.
"Piss off, Urie," I smile removing my baggy sweater.
As soon as I do, the appendages I've been hiding my whole life emerge from my back. I sigh in relief and shake them out a bit.
Brendon rolls his eyes, for he has seen them many times before. Frankly, I think he's amazed by them. He just has too big of an ego to admit it. I mean, if you saw a pair of dark brown feathered wings that stretched out about thirteen feet….Wouldn't you be like 'DAMN!'
But Brendon and I have been friends for the longest. And ever since I can remember, I've had wings. And I always remember him watching me as I stretched them out.
"Wanna go for a ride, Bren?" I ask with a smile on my face.
Again, he rolls those wide brown eyes of his and grabs a hold of my shoulders. As soon as I feel his legs wrap around my waist, I jump off of the roof. I can hear him scream for a split second and I laugh before pumping my wings so we can go higher.
"I thought you'd be used to this after what? Your whole life?" I giggle.
He huffs, "Piss off, Ryan."
Xx
I enter my house reluctantly. It stinks of cigarettes and alcohol. I sigh quietly as I zip my sweater up all the way. I step on a bottle that shatters into my foot. And the alcohol makes the fresh wound burn.
"Fuck!" I scream grabbing my foot immediately. I quickly calm myself down. But it's too late.
"Ryan? Is that you?"
Dad…
"Uh, yeah. I stepped on some glass," I say as his figure comes into my view. We look painfully similar and I hated it.
He looks at my foot then at the shattered bottle and puddle of alcohol and blood. Then, he literally lunges for it as if it was a child who had just been hit by a car.
"RYAN! How could you just step on it? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" he growls scooping up the mess.
Damn, he's so PATHETIC! But I don't dare say that aloud.
"Well, the lights are so dim…"
"Excuses! Go upstairs before I change my mind about kicking your ass," he spat at my feet and I ran upstairs and slammed the door to my room. I heard his footsteps. He doesn't like it when I slam doors. Quickly, I jump for the lock and lock the door.
"Open the door! Now, Ryan!" he screams over and over.
I Shrink into a corner and expand my wings. I use them as a barrier and I use them to cover me in a feathery darkness.
And finally… the yelling and pounding on my door subsides. So I cry and sob until it hurts.
A/N Do ya like it? I think it's okay. I'll continue if I get some reviews, cuz they make me happy :) !