I was breathing really heavily and I was soaked in my sweat. I looked around to see that there was no more darkness. Thank heavens. I was in my college dorm room. And there I lay in my sweat and almost about to have an heart attack. I squint my eyes as I looked towards my alarm clock on my wooden dresser. It was nearly time for me to head to my classes. I push my fingers through my wet dark brown hair then I rubbed my eyes, I sighed as I quietly hinted the obvious to myself." I've got to stop having this nightmare". This dream had been a problem ever since my 12th year of high school. And I was now an Sophomore in college. So now it's been about 2/1 years that I've had this dream. This dream appeared in my mind in unspecific orders. It could happen 2 days from now and if it wanted to it could do it again the next day or 10 days from now. And the dream was always the same. Nothing about it changed or switched. Every single thing in that dream happened the exact same way as the last. And I'm pretty sure if I wanted to that I could tell that dream exactly as it was. I remove the damp covers off of my legs trying to regain strength as I stood up and stretched. I walk tiredly over towards the blinds to see people running to their late classes. And I hear, birds chirping and people talking.
I look over my shoulder to see my roommate still sleeping, Archer. As usual I was always the one to wake up first not because I wanted to, but because I was forced to bolt up out of my sleep because of that dream. I don't even know why I keep having this dream. It's so irrelevant to what life I have now. And then there is always that guy that helps me and then just leaves. Who the hell does that? If your going to help. Help through it all. Don't just walk away in the middle of me crying.
I sigh, my fingers still on the blinds, allowing little light to flow in the room. I close my eyes. Was I losing my mind? I found myself thinking more frequently about this than anything. And my grades were starting to reflect that too.
I walk towards my roommates bed while stumbling on things. Archer was a bit messy. Well maybe a lot. His side of the room contained bottles of Tori's sodas, His unwashed clothing, Some books and finished chip bags...honestly I don't think I would be surprised if I saw a raccoon come running through here, my side of the room just had books and-yeah that's mostly it. I manage to get to his mattress despite almost falling over his white sneakers.
"Archer wake up." I said while shaking his arm. He was so stubborn in the morning when I should actually be the stubborn one from not getting rest.
"No stop it Cloud." He began shooing me away with the arm that was half covered and put the quilt further over his head.
"Archer your going to make us both late." I say with a little whine. I hate it when I do that.
"And how would that be making you late?" He muffled from under the covers.
"Because Donnie drives us to the school and he waits for us to get ready- Archer I am not telling you this. You already know why!" I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for another smart remark.
"...I'm not going." He finally said after a moment of silence.
"Archer do you have an hangover?"
"No I don't have a hangover. I mean I'm not riding with you guys anymore." He said while switching positions to face away from me.
I had wanted to ask if it was something to deal with Donnie. Archer and Donnie had dated in 10th grade but they went through some complications and had broke up. There was even one point in time where Donnie had started distancing himself from us because Archer hung out with me so much. But in the end Donnie decided that it be best if they were just friends from now on, but Archer still doesn't seem happy with that choice.
"Is it...because of Donnie?" I asked cautiously.
He sighed." No...I-I just wanted to ride with some new friends of mine. Now does that answer all of your questions?"
"No, I don't have time to ask the rest, but I can always ask when I get back." I say with a smile. I go into the bathroom to get ready.
After getting ready I sprint out of bathroom and back over to my bag and books. I turn back to see that Archer didn't move from the position I had last saw him in."Are you sure your gonna be ok?"
"I'll be fine. Just don't miss classes because of me. I already told you, I got a ride."
I felt bad for him. I've always wanted to ask Donnie why he did that. Archer was a sweet kid...kinda. I mean he did drink a lot and he did have the mouth of an sailor, and he did smoke every now then, but other than that, a sweet kid. I wanted to bring it up in conversation because Archer deserved answers. He went 2 years after their break-up acting like it was fine. Archer said he was okay with it, but deep down I knew he wasn't and one day he proved my theory correct. He started distancing him self away just like Donnie did, so not only did Archer lose an boyfriend, but Donnie lost a friend. And now Archer was distancing himself even farther by not considering him as an acquaintance but now just at some guy that picked up his friend for school.
I zip up my dark blue jacket and pick up my things. I run out of the dormitories and towards the Black Lexus. I wave towards him to apologize in advance to when I would really apologize for being late. He waves back while smiling to assure me that it was fine. Donnie and Archer were the complete opposite. Donnie had manners and Archer didn't have any. But because of those little things it made them as the perfect couple. Because they weren't the same. They're personalities were different. And even though they were both guys. In my dark brown eyes I saw a perfect couple in front of me.
I struggled opening the door because of everything I had in my hands so he leaned over and pushed the door open for me.
"Thanks." I finally managed to say after plopping down softly into the passenger seat.
"No problem." He said looking towards me, smiling at my disorganization." What's this? Your usually so organized."
"I know. I was trying to get Archer out of bed this morning and lost some time." I put my things down on the car floor.
"Oh...Archer's sick today?" He asked while putting the key in ignition.
"Ugh..No he actually...umm got an ride with some friends of his." I avoided looking at him thinking I would blurt out what I really thought. I click my seatbelt on.
"But we usually drive all together."
"I know...He just decided that he would rather ride with some of his other friends for a while." I began fidgeting with my fingers in between my thighs.
"Oh, well...Okay."
He started the engine and began to drive off the dormitory lot and down the street towards the school. This was my chance. I had asked once about what happened with the relationship. Donnie told me that he got bored with it, which was totally not like him to say. And Archer told me that the connection wasn't the same. I knew that wasn't the real reason and that deep down they both still had feelings for each other. What if Archer still had feelings for him but didn't want to admit them until Donnie said something? I mean when Donnie came out to me about him being bisexual, I was a bit surprised and startled, but what really got me was when I caught him and Archer making out in his dorm. Passionately against the wall. Well after almost passing out they had to help me to a seat. I asked how this started and Archer just had the brightest smile and said it "Just happened.". Donnie just looked at me concerned and told me to "Promise that I'd tell no one at least not right now." I admired their relationship. I mean they had the real thing. Why did Donnie break it off?...
"You alright?" He looked over at me and then quickly back at the road.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I looked up coming out of my daydream.
"I mean you are a bit out of it. Your usually complaining about the Professors and how they are horrible at their job."
"Oh I just have been thinking about some things." I started fidgeting with my fingers again.
"And what could that be about?"
"Well...It's about you and Archer." I blurted out.
There was a long pause after I said that. What if me bringing it up wasn't such a good idea?...Too late.
He cleared his throat . "Why are you thinking about that?"
He didn't look my way he just narrowed his eyes at the road. And his expression appeared a bit shocked that I had even asked that.
"I...I don't know. Maybe its..because I feel like there is still something there." I say letting out a sigh of breath. That was difficult to say.
He lets of a doubtful smile and chuckles coldly."I assure you there is nothing there."
"But I see the way you light up every time I mention his name and-"
"Cloud... Nothing is there." His tone got stronger.
"Archer does it too. You guys are just being-" My voice started to get louder.
"Cloud!"I saw his grip on the steering wheel get tighter. He narrowed his eyes even harder at the road."Well there is nothing there. So maybe you should-..." He calmed his voice to an lower tone and relaxed his muscles."...just stop talking about it."
"Y-Yea your right. I should of never...brung that up." I sighed.
A quick attempt for an quick fail. I lean against the cold glass on my forearm and looked at the passing scenery of trees and people. After a few minutes passed of nothing but silence. He looked over and sighed.
"Why are you all of a sudden interested in what happened? Could it be that you found somebody?" He said trying to change the awkwardness in the atmosphere.
"N-No."
He makes a quick glance at me."Well you are going to tell me when there is someone right?"
"Of course you guys are my best friends despise what happened between you two. I would tell you both." I said sitting back up.
It wasn't that I didn't want to date it's just that...Do I even have time for one? I mean my grades have been slipping from not getting enough rest.
"That's good to hear because then when I do meet them I'm going to embarrass the shit out of you." He started laughing.
"What the fuck dude? Why?!" I knew he would do it. That's just the kind of sneaky shit he would do.
"I don't know. Maybe because when me and Archer were an couple, you were just so dumbfounded by our relationship that you kept telling Archer all the stupid shit that I did when we were kids even though he was there when it happened. Remember that?"
"No, because I never did that." I said with a small smile.
When we were kids, we all used to live a door down from each other. It was originally Archer and I, but then we heard that two new kids were moving into the neighborhood with their Aunt. Me and Archer, at first weren't to fond of having more kids move right next to us. Donnie was timid and shy. He had these big round glasses that gave him that nerdy look. His black hair was a bit wild but he still gave the image of an nerd. He was shorter than all of us but now he has managed to outgrow me and Archer. The kid that lived with him was about his height. He never really came out to play. I would see him in the window every now and then and he would just look at us from the upstairs windows. I asked Donnie about him and he just said it was his Aunt's son and that he didn't like to talk or play. Years past and we just stopped seeing him. So eventually I forgot about it. Archer had blonde hair and was an lunatic when we were kids. (And he still is now) He would be the one to encourage us to jump from this tree to that tree. And of course we would go along with his stupid ideas. Me, I had dark brown hair and light freckles. I was the most determined one. I was the one that wanted to prove I could do what Archer did. And now that I think about it. I don't think that was the best trait to have picked up on.
"You really did. Like that night when we were all watching movie. And I had no clue how the two of you got to telling stories like when I had jumped off the tree and missed, so I fell onto the concrete and ended up breaking my glasses. You both were just laughing at me."
"Well you were the one who followed us." I tilt my head and look at him.
"So did you." He mocked my motion.
"But I succeeded without any broken arms or legs...sometimes...but not as much as you." I sat back in my original position.
"I know it was like my arms and legs were like noodles when it came to that stuff." He shrugged his shoulders.
"But now look at you. Your like an athletic- I don't know- King."
He smiles."Haha isn't that funny?"
"No because now when I get Gym I'm the one who's arms and legs act like noodles." In the midst of our conversation, I felt an cold shudder against my skin. I did have an jacket on, but I could still feel the cold air coming through the fabric."Is the air on?" I rubbed my arms even though I had an jacket on.
He flipped the heat thing off,then on,then back off."No it was on heat this whole time."He switched it back on."Are you cold?" He turned on the blinkers to switch lanes to the left.
"Yes I'm f-freezing. I was f-fine a second ago." I was so frigid to the point where I could see my own breath in the air but I couldn't see his though.
Donnie's face expression became paralyzed. It was like he had just saw a ghost or something. He kept his eyes straight forward and did not look at me.
"Donnie what's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"Has anything strange been happening lately?" His eyes looked as if he were searching for something on the road that wasn't there.
"What do you m-mean?" I shuddered at the coldness.
"Like anything that you can't explain or you don't know why is happening?"
"...I have been having some dreams, but that doesn't-"
"What about?"
"H-Huh?"
"The are they about?" He asked a little apprehensive.
"Oh...Well it's embarrassing." My cheeks started getting a tad red.
"You have to tell me."
I had never told anyone about my dreams that I had been having. It was embarrassing first of all. I mean I literally started crying and chasing after the guy. And then I depended on him. I grabbed his hand and when our bodies touched...I couldn't even think about it without my cheeks blasting red.
"Well, I-I'm in this place and all these things start to attack me then..." My face became flushed and the words didn't want to come out.
"Alright."
"...Y-You didn't need to know the rest?" My voice was no longer shaking because of the coldness, but now because of me being embarrassed.
"There was more?"
"No No. That was all." I assured him quickly. I sighed lightly after getting out of the situation.
"And these things that attack you. Do they appear as frightening?" He said turning on the campus.
"Yea." My cheeks started to return to their normal state.
I saw him sigh heavily and then say to himself."Are you one?..."
"Am I one?" I zipped up my jacket all the way to see if that would make me warmer.
"Are they trying to get through to you?"
He drove onto the parking lot and put the vehicle in park.
"Donnie I can't hear you." He pushed his hands through his hair and breathed out heavily.
"Don't worry about it. Just me talking nonsense. Just forget everything I asked you. Ok?" He unbuckled his seat belt and took the key out of the ignition.
"What?...Donnie I don't get it." I looked at him confused. I know Donnie did a little pot, but today it sounded like he just smoked 3 pounds of it.
"It's nothing. I was just talking out of the blue." He reached in the back and grabbed his dark blue schoolbag.
"Have you been smoking recently?" I joked. I smiles slightly trying to see what was wrong with my friend.
"Haha, No school has just been getting to me that's all."
He threw the rest of his books in his bag as I grabbed my bag and books. He stepped out of the car door and I followed behind.
"Well I'll pick you up around 1. Though you might have to wait a while. I have to talk to an teacher about this project were doing." He threw his bag over his shoulders while one hand in his pocket.
"Alright. But don't keep me out here waiting for too long." I stuffed more books in my already full bag. I really need to get a new bag.
He threw up an peace sign and walked off into the building...What the hell was that all about? The conversation we had just had played again and again in my head. When I had claimed that I was cold, he almost looked as if he knew exactly what was happening. And then when he murmured to himself. "Am I the one?...What did that mean? I wanted to believe it was just stress of him being the class president and him being in charge of half of the clubs we had. Yea maybe it was just a mixture of him not getting enough rest.
I collect myself and fix my things in my bag from looking like it was going to all come spilling out. I walk through the entrance doors and straight up the stairs. It seems as if some classes have already ended. I see the cliques hanging out by the restrooms...And sadly, yes somehow we still have cliques for some fucked up reason. I mean high school is one story ,but were in college. But don't tell these idiots that. One time this kid named Billy Foyer walked up and told them off but he just ended up getting beaten. Now Billy isn't the same...I walk past them, avoiding eye contact, and to my class on the right.
I took my phone to of my pocket to see the time. "Damn, I'm ten minutes late."
I knock on the door softly. And seconds later appears our grumpy, know it all, Professor.
"Cloud Jones. How nice is it for you to join us 10 minutes late." He held his head up high with thin glasses on the edge of his nose.
"I can explain...Well no I can't...It won't happen again...I assure you."
He stood there and looked at me. He took one step back, pushing the door open, allowing me in.
Oh great all of the seats in the front are already gone. I just had to be nosy and nice and ask all about Archer and Donnie's relationship...Sometimes I hate myself.
I take a seat all the way in the back by the windows. Being back there was the last thing I needed. I was barely passing this class with an D. If I didn't pass this class this could be it. I could be returning back home and telling my parents that I would need a place to crash. And then I would be 40 by the time I got all the money to get back into school. But by that time I would probably be an sorry slob who sat in the basement playing Mine craft and collecting Action Figures. And nobody wants that. Damn, I was already day dreaming and I had just sat down.
I come out of my day dreaming and look forward at the Professor picking back up the chalk and writing the words he saw from out of the Calculus book. I reach inside my bag and grab my notebook and pens in the front pouch of my bag.
I really need to focus to what he is writing on the chalkboard...Why the hell do we still have an chalkboard in these classrooms? Are we not in the 20th century? We should have by now at least projected screens where you can touch it?...Oh my shit. What if I invented that? I would probably be like the new Steve Jobs. I bet that guy made a lot of money. But I'm pretty sure they have already started working on something like that. Or they could make something like that if they stop fucking around with stupid shit. Like the weather. The weather is fine just as it is. No one needs people being able to control weather...Wouldn't that be crazy if someone could control weather?...
I look up to see the Professor has probably went through a good portion of it. The portion that I needed in order to get the rest.
Are you kidding me?...I wish my mind would just focus. It's like I have ADHD when it comes to this class.
"Ok class were going to have some participants come try out some problems. Any takers?" He held out the chalk towards the class.
I don't know why, but I had this aching feeling that he would call me.
I grab my pen and sped write. Maybe if I made it look like I was too busy to go up to the board then maybe he wouldn't call me. I look up at the board then back at my paper writing down all the equations from the board.
"Ok so apparently everyone here has cold feet today. How about I choose for you all?"
"But you offered and no one excepted so really it's your fault." The girl next to me says quietly. But enough for the Students and the Professor to hear.
The Professor turned sharply towards me and glared at me.
"Mr. Cloud...It seems as if your the only one who isn't scared today."
I look up from my notebook and up at him."Eh?" I say confused.
"Would you perhaps want to come up and try a problem or two?" He sets the chalk down on his desk.
The only thing you could hear in the class room was the clock tick tocking and students clearing their throats."..But I just got here."
"And..."He walks around his wooden desk and leans on the front of it."...We all just got here."
I didn't want him to know that I didn't get it. But I guess I didn't really have much of a choice. I sigh." I don't get it."
He gives a angry glare. I wasn't sure if I was the only one who noticed that he was looking at me like that." You don't get it?"
I look back down at my notes that I had written and mumbled a bunch of curse words under my breath about him. I don't think anyone heard what I was saying. But now I didn't even care.
I look up from my paper and back at him, trying to hide the frustration in my voice and face."...Yes, I don't get it. I'm confused about the work. So, I don't think that me going up there is going to help."
He picked up his black pen of his desk and tapped it on his lip."You know for someone who talks a lot of mouth you don't do a very good job at proving things." He points the pen at me slightly.
"What are you talking about? That obviously wasn't me. I don't sound anywhere near a girl's voice." I feel myself giving into his trap. He wanted me to get angry. He wanted me to take the bait...And well it was getting kind of hard to not accept it.
He gives of one of those small smiles that villains do in movies."Well, you most certainly don't have an deep one."
Some of the class got a few laughs out of that. I could see through the Professors glare that he was enjoying every second out of this. That inside he was just laughing with joy at me. Ever since that incident with teachers. I have never been the same with them. I feel like they all just have it out for me.
"...Can we just continue with class?" I grab my pen back off the sheet of paper and continue writing.
"After you come up and you do these problems." He walked back around his desk and sat in his navy blue spin desk chair.
Was this even appropriate? Wasn't he being paid to teach? Not embarrass the students and make them do shit out of their will? I am not going up there to embarrass myself. I'll just look like an fool trying to do things I don't understand. It would be different if he stood up there and helped me through it. And still it would be a little embarrassing, but at least I would kind of have hope for teachers... But this guy was another story. He would specifically pick on me. Donnie said I was just being paranoid, but I know what paranoid is and I was not being paranoid. He would do shit like this for example:
Talk about my voice (Because it was a little lighter than the other guys)
My name (It's not my fault; Father and Mother gave me that name. And he didn't call anyone by the first name except me.)
And because he just doesn't like me. Plain and Simple.
"..." I narrowed my eyes towards my notebook and wrote harder onto it, making the navy blue ink turn into a darker shade.
"Are you not aware that I have just called you up here ?" He said with an little strength in his voice.
The last thing I needed was to get on the Professors nerves. But I was not about to be made an fool for something I didn't do.
"Yes. I'm aware." I continued writing.
"Then come up here now. Or..." He connected both hands together and leaned on them on his desk. He looked at me coldly. " The whole class will have 3 projects to do by Friday...all eighty percent."
The whole class gasped and people started complaining back and forth about me not wanting to get up and him being unreasonable.
I really didn't want to go up there especially for the Professor's childish behavior. But I didn't want to do 3 projects for no reason...Damn I guess I have to play this game.
I push myself out of the chair and walk up to his desk. He sat there twirling the chalk through his fingers. " I see you've changed your mind."
I glared at him and then back at the chalk and grabbed it. Damn...I didn't know anything. I walk to the board and look at the writing that he wrote down. I know I should of just payed attention to him. But he never was an interesting teacher. His appearance made it even worse. He even looked like an boring teacher. His dark-colored turtlenecks that he would wear, his glasses on the edge of his nose, and his tone in his voice. Like batman or something.
"Are you going to start?" He asked.
I tune back in and my eyes meet the black chalkboard. My nerves were starting to kick in. My grip on the chalk became worse. I could probably break the chalk if I wanted to. My palms began to get sweaty. And I could feel the sweat glands gliding down my skin. My knees felt as if they would give out at any second. Was I about to pass out?... I wasn't feeling to well now.
"Mr. Cloud if you can't do it then please return back to your seat."
Son of a- Then why would he make me come up here and embarrass the shit out of myself?!
I sighed heavily, not caring if he heard me and closed my eyes to collect myself. I loosened my grip on the chalk and turned around to him. He had already had his hand out waiting for me to place the white chalk in his hand. He had won. He made me look like a idiot in front of everyone. This wasn't his first time doing this. It's just that this was the first time I was embarrassed this badly. I usually wouldn't let him get under my skin, but today he had successfully done it. I stretch my arm out to give him the chalk.
After that I honestly don't remember what happened. It was like an bolt of electricity shot through my veins and suddenly I remembered everything. It didn't matter, just as long as I got to write. I had to get it out of my system.
I grip the chalk, turn around and the numbers start spilling out of me like the textbook. It was like an broken light bulb that had been broken for months now had suddenly been replaced with a fresh new one. The sweat dissolves into my skin and my nervousness does as well. My eyes focus on the numbers that were on the board. I murmured numbers and equations as I wrote onto the board. My fingers were writing with so much force and speed. I felt the chalk becoming a nub. The board shook with force as I wrote. It was like I wasn't in control of what I was doing. I didn't know what I was writing because most of the things I was writing were things we hadn't even learned yet. This level of mathematics was on an Senior level.
I drop the little piece of chalk that I had in my hand. And that was the only thing you could hear in the classroom. Just that piece of chalk hit the floor. Chalk residue filled the once clear air. I sighed heavily and took a step back. I felt like I had control of my mind again. What in the hell did I just do?...I was dumber than a rock just a minute to this work but now I was better at it than the Professor was. What did I-...I then got this sharp pain pound on the side of my head. I grab my head and close my eyes. What the hell was this?...What was happening to me? Had I finally reached my breaking point and went insane?
"Mr. Jones...This i-is incredible." He said quietly amazed. This was the first time in a long time that he had called me by my last name. But in the state of shock I couldn't really think about it from the pain I had.
"C-Can I be excused..ugh...Mr. Jeavens?" I said the words out of pain. But I got the sense that he could hear exactly what I was saying.
"Yes of course...You can be excused for the next week for all I care." He said breathless.
I was really worried. It was as if my mind just did it all by itself. I wasn't myself. What in the fucks name was happening to me?
I rush out of class and shut the door behind me .I run down the hall and down the stairs with all I had. I bump into people on the way out of the school doors. As soon as I'm almost out of the school doors I hear an familiar voice from behind me.
"Cloud?" The pain had disappeared when I heard who's voice it was.I knew exactly who it was before I could turn around. It belonged to my best friend. His voice was different this time. It sounded a little worried. Had he noticed something off about me?
I turn around to see Archer carrying his bag on his right shoulder.
"Archer..."I wanted to ask and see if he was ok. But I must of looked like something was wrong because he started walking closer and became even more concerned.
"Cloud...Is everything alright dude?" He walked up to me and looked at my face.
"..." I wanted to tell everything, but I didn't even know myself.
"Are you feeling sick or something?" He touched my shoulder.
"N-No I just need some sleep. The Professor let me leave early today.".I just faked a smile and assured him that everything was okay. The thoughts of me running away were very high. But then that would add more suspicion towards me.
His eyes wondered over my face in concern. He wasn't panicking. It was more like a trying to see if I was lying or not-Panicking."I'm fine. I just need some rest."
"Alright-...Cloud What is this?..." His eyes are captured by something on the top of my head.
"What?" I looked at him a little confused at his sudden change in his eye movement and words. He reaches up and feels my hair, ruffling it a bit."Archer! Your going to mess my hair up." I grab his arms and pull them back down." Why did you do that?"
Suddenly my eyes captures something. The air has become a lot cloudier and smoky. And his hand had this white stuff in it.
Archer rubs his index finger and thumb together. He looks back up at me." Why the hell is chalk in your hair?"
Chalk?...Why would chalk be in my hair?...Oh I remember grabbing my head in pain when I had chalk on my hands. How would I explain that to Archer without him becoming even more suspicious.
"Because I...Was...So sleepy in my class that while I was writing I grabbed my head and complained to the teacher that I needed some rest." I look around the hall and students at lockers trying to think of whatever.
He doesn't doubt me or look at me in a different way he just shakes his head." Ok...Well I guess I'll catch you later."
I nodded while smiling and waved. I continued to walk down the hall and out of the doors. The wind hits me softly and my hair flows lightly in the wind. I go to the side of the building and slide down the brick wall. I put my head into my knees.
What was happening? Everything was all wrong. I would of rather of just been embarrassed and walked back to my seat. But for something to have happened and it being that it was unexplained...I was so confused . M-Maybe I just haven't been getting enough sleep-...Even I knew that it wasn't that. Not getting enough rest could not of been the cause of me becoming an genius out of nowhere. I just wanted everything back to normal. When I could go to sleep and have dreams not nightmares. I could go to sleep and sleep in.
I was starting to lie to my friends. I had know them all my life and I couldn't even tell them about what I was going through. I don't know if it was because I was afraid that they wouldn't believe me or that I just was being an unreasonable person about the whole situation. All of a sudden I hear movement beside me. It sounded like clothing moving together. I look up from the darkness I had secluded myself in and up at the young man. There he stood with his right leg crossing the other. His jet black hair flows softly in the wind as he looks at me. His hands were in his pockets and his eyes look down at me. His eyes were a dark red. They looked dead. No life in them...
"Do you mind?" I glare up at him. Already in a pissed off mood.
"...Your Cloud Jones?" He looked down on me.
"What does it matter to you?" I wobbled up leaning onto the brick wall and began walking away agitated around the corner.
I can't even go on the side of the building without someone questioning me. Leave me alone...I just want to be alone. Just for now.
He follows and grabs my wrist stopping me from walking."You need to come with me."
I snatch my arm away from him. I ball up my fist and turn around quickly."I don't know who the fuck you are, but I'm not in the mood to put up with this asshole!"
I didn't mean to yell at him like that. But I was already angry and he just added on to it. I was like a hot pot that had boiled over.
He walks up towards me. He was a tall thin guy. I came up to his eyes. But even though his height was intimidating enough this wasn't the time for me to back down. I really wasn't in the mood to fuck around with this guy. His calm dark red pulsing eyes looked down on me in my angry eyes. A smirk appeared onto his a face. It was kind of an intimidating one too.
He stood there for a brief moment. Then I feel him lift me up and throw me over his shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!"I started punching his back and squirming.
"Your going to hurt yourself if you don't stop." He walked back around to the side of the building. He walked as if he didn't feel any pain. I mean I know I was pretty light and not so tough. But the way he was enduring it made it even more embarrassing.
"Let me go you asswipe! I'm gonna call the authorities!" I yelled still continuously punching and kicking him.
"They can't do anything to me." I heard him chuckle at my comment without any fear in his voice.
He continues far enough until were practically in the back of the building. He lowers me down onto my feet and adjust his uniform. He wasn't from this school, we didn't have uniforms here. It looked like he was from a prep school. It was an burgundy suit jacket with a black tie and white shirt. His dress pants were khakis and they were clean to perfection. Could he be from a different College? Was this one of those things were the colleges were at war with each other and were messing with the students?