The school day was moving by relativly fast, and all I really did was listen to music and think about things. Nature, music, and most of all, love. All I ever wanted to do was fall in love, just to be in love. I guess the reasoning doesnt exactly make a whole lot of sense but...I can promise that when I do find that person that I fall in love with, they will be damn sure to be treated like they are ruler of the world. And Ill smother them in love everyday, and the only thing I will ask in return is the same feelings, if not as much as I love them, just a reasonable amount of love. Thats all I really can ask for, thats all I could possibly need. Someones love.
My thoughts were shattered by the ring of third periods end. Off to Math. Oh boy, math. The subject I hate, and the teacher whom hates me with a firy passion. I packed up my things and quickly monuevered through the halls, opening to door to Math and looking at the mostly filled room. I took my seat at the desk at the very back of the class, the one placed right next to the huge window to the classroom. I had sight of a pretty big bunch of the woods, literally about 20 steps away from the window. I set my backpack to my left and took out a mechanical pencil, taking out my right earphone and looked up to the front of the room, waiting for instructions to be given. I tapped my feet to the beat of Shut Up by Simple Plan when I heard the door open and in step Mr. Greaseman, the meanest, most wrinkly faced motherfucker you could ever be so disprivalidged to meet. He picked on me in class because of the way I dress and because I have a "bad attitude." Apparently, not talking in class and not having verbal replys to yes or no questions to him is having a bad attitude. But whatever, I guess.
He sat as his desk and looked over the class, the rim of his thick glasses at middle of his nose, and folded his hands together, entertwining his fingers and resting his chin on them. He glared at the right side of the room, and gave each student a quick look. He did the same to the middle of the room, and then he started looking over the left side, the side I was on. As his eyes hopped from student to student, he finally came to me. His glance widened and a sarcastic smile ran across his mouth.
"Well, welcome back Mr. Carter" he said, looking down at his desk as he smiled to himself.
I simply nodded my head and gave a limp wave.
He looked back at me and his smiled vanished.
"Are you ready to get back to work today?" he exclaimed, slaming his hands on his wooden desk, trying to have a slight sarcastic enthuisiasm.
I nodded my head, pressing my lips together tightly.
He stood up and stared at me.
"Can you speak boy? Or are you just giving me an attitude like usual?"
I rolled my eyes irritated. He couldnt see though, thanks to my bangs covering my eyes.
"Well?" He questioned, walking over to my desk, his hands behind his back.
I cleared my throat and spoke.
"Yeah, I have a voice. I just tend not to use it here."
He walked up to my desk and leaned into me, going next to my ear. My eyes widened and I froze, looking at him through the corner of my eyes.
"Watch your tone boy. Remember, I can flunk you like that." He whispered, snapping as he said "that".
I stayed frozen until he moved and walked back to the front of the class. I gulped and let out a breath.
What the fuck is his problem? He tells me to use my voice, and then when I speak, he tells me to watch my tone? Fuck logic.
I shook my head as a slid back in my seat, stretching my legs out infront of me and crossing my arms over my stomach as I watched Mr. Greaseman write todays lesson on the whiteboard.
I was tuning in and out between Mr. Greaseman's class, Its Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish by My Chemical Romance, and my own thoughts.
I turned my head towards the window, looking out at the grey sky and peering into the woods. I completely blocked out Mr. Greaseman's voice and was engulfed in My Chem and the sights of N.J nature layed before me.
Smiling, I watched as a few deer slowly walked through the woods, stopping every few steps to sniff the ground and eat some leaves. A woodpecker flew by and perched itself on a highbranch, beggining to beat its beak against a tree, drilling a whole through it and licking the tree for the syrup. I couldnt help but start laughing at how dirty the name woodpecker sounds. It made me chuckle, apparently to loud and it caught Mr. Greasemans attention.
"Is there something funny about Algebra Mr. Carter?" He snapped, catching my attention and making me quickly jerk my headphone out of my ear.
"What?" I replied, confused on what he was talking about.
His face turned blank and his eyes fell half way. He pointed to the ground next to him and looked dead at me.
"Get up here boy." He said annoyed.
I looked around for a split second and then got up, putting my hands in my hoodie pockets and walking up there, dragging my feet a tad, making them make a sound with eachstep.
I stood infront of him and looked at him.
"Why dont you tell the class whats so funny that you just couldnt help but laugh about it." He said, smiling sarcastically.
I looked at the ground and then walked to the front of the class, taking a deep breath before popping my head up confidantly.
"I was thinking of the name Woodpecker, and after that, I thought about the name Greaseman, began thinking of why that was the family name, and the reason I came up with made me laugh. Im sure you dont want to know, it involves sexual things with men and women." I said, looking at the class and raising my eyebrows at Mr. Greaseman, shaking my head.
"Ill leave YOUR imaginations to the rest." I said, smiling at the class.
They burst into laughter and I looked over at Mr. Greaseman.
"May I take my seat now, for I have told you what made me laugh."
His face lit a bright red in fustration.
"Go sit your little ass down Carter!" he yelled, pointing to me seat. I put my hands up infront of me and whispers "Well." and made my way back to my seat, dragging my feet as usual.
"Pick up those feet!" He demanded.
I simply dragged my feet dramatically, making them scrape across the ground until I slipped back in my seat.
Mr. Greaseman looked at me for a straight 5 minutes until he was begining to return to his lesson.
"Now, the order of operations begins with Paranthesis, so since there arent any in this equation, we'll skip to the next operation and-"
He was cut off by the sound of the final bell. I sighed a big breath of relief as a grabbed my back pack and tossed it ontop of my desk, putting my books inside and zipping it up. I flung one strap over my shoulder and accidently made my pencil go flying into the window. I sighed and reached over my seat, picking it up off the ground. I stood up and glanced out the window for a second. I saw a figure moving quickly through the woods, and..It looked like a boy! I rubbed my eyes and blinked, clearing my vision to make sure Im not seeing things or hilusinating. There he was, running through the woods! He was running quickly, looking back as if running from something. His brown hair flowed through the wind as his feet carried him as he ran. I jumped as he suddenly fell down. I held my breath and frantically watched were he had fallen. I glanced at the clock and then back at the place he had fell. He hasnt gotten back up for about 5 minutes. I threw my other stap over my shoulder and darted out the door, down the hall, and busted through the doors to Anthem Highschool. I looked around and ran as fast as I could towards the place the boy had fallen. Jumping over a log, I paused as I saw a pale body lying were the boy had fallen, brown hair a mess, leaves stuck inside it. I looked around suspiciously to make sure noone had followed me and then darted towards the body. He was so pale, and so naked...
What the hell is he doing out here! Especially being how small he is! Its only fucking 34 degrees outside! He must be freezing!
I gently flipped the boy over and elevated his back and head, holding him in my arms. Warm, dark red blood streamed from his forhead and down his face. I gasped and looked at were his head had been lying.
A large blood covered rock was there.
I shook my head and turned my attention back towards the boy, his body cold as ice. I quickly took off my backpack and unzipped my hoodie, taking it off and putting it on him, rubbing his back trying to warm him up.
I have to get him to my place, its the closest place thats warm! But how am I going to get there? I slapped myself in the forhead and looked back to the buses, none were there.
"FUUUCCCKKK!" I screamed, craddling the boy in my arms, holding him close to me to keep him warm. I reached into my pocket and looked through the numbers.
"Someone with a car. Someone with a car. Someone with a car." I repeated as a looked. I scrolled until I came across my old friends number, he lived down the street from the school.
I frantically hit the call button and held the cold phone to my ear, waiting to here the dial tone.
"Come on. Come on!" I repeated frantically. Suddenly, I heared someone on the other line pick up.
"Hello?"
"HEY! I NEED YOUR HELP! LIKE, RIGHT NOW!"
"Hey! How are you I havent talked to you in forever bro!"
I slapped my forhead once again in irritation and death stared my phone before placing back up to my ear.
"LISTEN! THIS ISNT TIME TO BE CATCHING UP I NEED YOUR HELP I FOUND THIS DUDE AND I THINK HES DIEING HES BEEN LYING OUT HERE IN THE COLD AND ITS ABOUT TO RAIN CAN YOU COME GET US PLEASE?" I rambled desperatly.
"Yeah yeah calm down! Where are you?" He replied calmly.
"Im at Anthem!"
"Ill be there in 5 minutes."
"Thanks bro!" I said before ending the call.
I slipped the phone back into my pocket and pressed the boy against me, pulling the hood over his head. I put my hand behind his head and buried his face into my shoulder and craddled him, trying to feel a pulse or his chest moving. Nothing happened.
I pressed his chest against mine and carefully listened, desperatly feeling for a movement of any sort.
His chest made a small movement, then another, then another. He was breathing, small breaths, but they were strong breaths.
A small sigh of relief escaped my lips and I held the him close to me, trying my best to keep him from freezing. Suddenly, a crack of lighting flashed through the sky, a bang of thunder following. I shuddered.
Hurry up Aaron!
A drop of water hit the top of my head, then another hit the hood of my jacket.
Drip
Drip drip
Drip drip drip drip drip
The splats got faster and faster until it was full on raining.
God Damnit! Aaron! Get your ass over here now!
I felt the the boy make a small noise, moving his head a little bit.
Then I heared a car coming down the road to the school.
I looked forward towards the car and spoke softly.
"Hey, I dont know if you can hear me right now but Im Damion, and I found you here in the woods. Im just here to help so please dont flip out when you come to."
A black Honda pulled up to the street infront of the school and Aaron stepped out of the car. I wrapped the boys arms around my neck and supported his back with one arm as I held under his legs with the other, picking him up Bridal style. I carried him through the woods towards the car.
"Aaron!" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
He ran towards me and I looked at him.
"Nevermind his nakedness! Just open the door to the back seats!" I said, nudging my head towards the car. He quickly ran to the car and opened the door, helping me lay the boy down and step in the car. I shut the door quickly and layed the boys head in my lap, looking at his blood covered head. Aaron stepped to the drivers side and turned the engine on.
"Turn the heat on please." I said. He did so and looked at me through the mirror.
"Do you know him?" He asked.
"No. I just saw him running through the woods. It looked like he was scared out of his mind though, like he was running from something, and then he tripped and busted his head on a huge rock." I explained, trying to calm down. I looked down at him again and remebered he was bleeding
Im so stupid when Im panicing.
"Aaron, can I get a paper towel or a rag?"
He looked in the glove compartment and tossed me a hand towel. I rolled down the window and stuck the rag outside, letting the rag get drenched. I rolled it up into a ball and gently dabbed it on the boys hide, wiping away the blood and pressing it gently against the gash on his forhead.
I studied his face. He's so pale, and his lips are such a naturally pink, and his hair is like a meduim auburn color...He looks so cute...
I was drawn out of my examination by the car haulting to a stop. We were infront of my house.
I stepped out of the car and picked the boy up bridal style again, closing the car door with my foot and walking to the front door with Aaron. He opened the door as I stepped inside and layed the boy down on the couch. I turned back to Aaron and hugged him.
"Thanks alot bro, I dont know what would have happened without you!" I said sincerely. He placed his hands tightly on my back and smiled.
"No problem, I was surprised to get a call from you. We should hang sometime!" He suggested. I released him from my hug and took a step back, nodding in agreement.
"Sounds good!" I smiled. He smiled back and walked to the front door, grabbing the handle and opening it , letting the sent of rain and the sound of thunder and splattering water fill the room.
"Alright! Give me a ring when you want to!" He said stepping out.
"Cool!" I agreed, giving a small wave.
He shut the door and was gone.
I spun around and looked at the couch supporting the unconcious boy.
" .FUCK. do I do know?"
