Chapter 2: The 'EMO'
Sitting on the park bench I sat with my head in my hands, as the flash back of five months ago started. I tried so hard not to think about it, but I go back to school soon. With that so close I can't help but think about the horrible things and people that were there. And so the flash back started. . .
I slowly fidgeted in my too small too hard seat. The more I tried to block out every thing the harder it became. The 'New Kid' center of attention, not the greatest thing when you're the sufferer in silence type. Everyone who happened to be anyone stared at me, even the Nobodies and the Geeks. The people that were around me analyzed my every breath,and movement even the smallest twitch.
Giggling sounded from behind me which made my cheeks burn red hot knowing that they were giggling at me. The teacher, Mr. Garvey, saw the horrified look on my face and only sighed for nothing he could have done.
"Oh my god totally don't you see those marks too?" said a high pitched voice.
"Yeah the ones on his arms?" answered another.
"What are they? Oh my god he cuts him self! The the marks on his wrists look!" they forcefully whispered. I pulled my shirt sleeves down, squeezed my eyes shut blocking the tears. I held onto the chair leg trying not to dart out of the room. . .
Standing in front of my too expensive mirror, my reflection plain as ever looked at me from the other side. Brown straight, flipped out, layered hair fell limply around my face. Little freckles here and there brought out my dark, almost black brown eyes. Perfect teeth peeked through my faked smile, atop my tan skin and perfect complection. I am miserable!
"Come on dearest, today's the BIG day," my foster mother chanted from the kitchen upstairs. Her name is Methylene Ronster. We live in a condo not to far from school, my personal hell hole. "Dmitri please dear, come along." her designer heels tapped along the mahogany stair case, "We needent be all day. You will be fine." I sighed at her confidence but I couldn't feel so sure of my own. "They will be so nice I promise, the therapy helped so much and you haven't done anything since."
"Methylene. I don't want your fucking sympathy, I have enough from the fuck you bring home to help me with the pain." I slammed my back against the bathroom door to slide to the cold marble floors, and draw my knees to my toned bare chest. I can hear her breathing on the other side of the door.
"You didn't go to school yesterday, I let you slide. You need to go today like it or not, getting past this is only the beginning." she sighed, "Come on get dressed and I'll drive you today if you'd like."
"Why can't you just drop me off at a shelter or something? I mean then you won't have to worry!"
"That is not it and you know it, I only want you to be happy," she said soothingly.
"Yeah and me going to school makes me so happy. Fuck school." I hissed.
"Please do this for me, high school is so much fun and you don't see it. You're seventeen go have fun your last years have a bomb, meet a girl, go to college, go on with a long enjoyable life."
"And if I do what's in it for me?"
"Okay, I'll leave you the house this weekend, alone." she pleaded, even though I'm not to be left a lone for at least another six months.
"Fine, this is a deal only for the rest of the week, next Monday another deal will be made."
"Thank you, hurry now go get ready."
Leaning forward I winced at her loving calmness and patience with me, no other parent would have been like that. With the door locked it would turn to hell in a matter of five seconds. The first f-bomb would set off any controlling parent, Methylene happens to be different from most people, she's the only person I've known to be so nice to me over the past ten years.
As her foot steps continued down the hall to the front door to retrieve the paper, I broke away up the three flights of stairs to my room. You have to go up through to the kitchen, to the second floor passed the third floor to my room on the fourth floor.
My room, the best part of living with a multi-billionaire lawyer for a foster mom. I have a three thousand square foot living space. Full house literally; kitchen, bedroom, master suite bath, my own sound proof space for my band, half spare bath, dining area, small extra bedroom, balcony over looking the city, and a huge living room. Oh and I forgot ladies my closet is about eight hundred square feet, with tons of every thing, be jealous. It contains every thing from clothes to my gaming area.
I slid into my size thirty skinny jeans, these are my favorite black with red paint splatters. My shirt fits a little loose, my Band-Teefor Alkaline, matching that I put in my four red cartilage rings, and my red and black checkered gauges. (They're the smaller ones).
In the bathroom I applied some black eyeliner to my eyes, and straightened my black tipped brown gel I twisted the black tips outward and blow dried them so they stayed like concrete.
Near my door I grabbed my three inch binder covered in duck tape, and headed down stairs. Methylene waited in the kitchen for me with a glossy black bag about the size of a gallon of milk. It has black and slate colored tissue paper sticking out from the top.
"I got you something while I was out." she weakly smiled "I hope you like it, I have something else but I left it at the job. Well at least the other half of it."
"Thanks, you didn't have to do this."
"I know but you needed some cheering up. I know you like them. Think of it as a welcome home gift." she slid the fancy bag to me. When I opened it I smiled unconsciously. Inside happened to be a new credit card, and black felt tipped fountain pens. The bottom reveled a dull grey box; I pulled it out to find only news paper.
"Thanks, for the pens, card, and the morning paper?"
"Look through the paper, silly." I shuffled through the paper and heard the ting and clank of metal. My mouth dropped open as I pulled out a set of car keys. I shuddered at the name Chevrolet engraved into the key. Right above that it had the symbol raised in glossy black car paint.
"Don't get too excited, I left it at work it'll be home later tonight, I don't know how long this case will be, the research is horrible." she sighed, "Sorry," I bit my lip thinking she bought me the car not an old piece of crap car, this is the. My dream car it may not be like a Lambergini, or a Porsche, but it's a super hot car. "I'll drive you today, can you take care of it from then on?"
"Yea." I breathed. I hope those pricks mess with me now, with my new muscle car I'll kick their ass. On top of that while I went to rehab I ripped out with a killer body, full six pack with my legs, backs, and arms are toned but discreet with power. We went to the door as I grabbed my Horde (World of War Craft) jacket from the hook, and grabbed my wallet from the desk drawer sliding my new shinny credit card into place.
"Methylene, please can we not take a limo?"
"I have to get to work one way or another, dear."
"Please? I don't want people to stare. It makes me embarrassed." I complained.
"Well I guess one day won't hurt." she flipped out her phone and commanded through it, "Car. Now. Five minutes and don't keep me waiting." she sighed, "No, Ryan, now not an hour." pause, "Fuck Ryan, I need this now Dmitri's going to school today." she smiled, "Thank you, I'll make sure to put this one in my book, for your um, loyalty. Thanks so much." she clicked the phone shut.
Five minutes later a corvette squealed around the corner, and stopped short in front of us. The window rolled down showing a man with jet black wavy hair, and a five o'clock shadow spoke to us, "Methylene, sit in the back please? So he can get out without a complication."
"Morning Ryan." she breathed, with a hint of pink brushing her cheeks. She climbed in the back as he stood out side holding the seat for her, as I watched he nodded to the direction of the passenger seat. The ride ended up being very quiet, only my hitched breathing filled the cab of the small car.
When we pulled up to the curb no one stared like I expected them to. I slammed the car door pissed as Methylene said something to me to be brave I think. Two girls passed me giggling and whispering in hushed voices. A bus pulled up and they froze in their tracks,
"There he is!" the short blond one squealed in a quiet voice.
"He is so fucking hot! I want him, he the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen." the brunette sighed. My lips twitched as their attention ended up being focused on this kid.
Walking to first period I caught my old haters, and they were snickering at a girls ass until that kid walked by and she stumbled dropping her books on purpose. The kid only clenched his jaw and leaned away as if she had a disease.
"You little fuck be a gentleman, and pick up her goddamned books." I slowed to watch the scene, as did everyone else. The 'little fuck' stopped cracked his neck and clenched his fists popping every joint in his hand. "Yes, you ass wipe."
"HEY! Olie, I've been looking for you, come on." a short black and red haired guy said. Then the gang stormed off leaving the girl to pick up her own books.
Entering first period couldn't be so bad can it? As my foot crossed the doorjamb all went quiet, wincing I turned slowly to find no one behind me. I slumped into my seat that I normally had to my self until now. The bell rang just as his boot fell over the first tile in the room. "Mr. Perry! Have a seat that will be a detention if it happens again."
"Ok asshole." he mumbled. I so happened to choke out a laugh, only having to start hysterically coughing to cover it up. He smirked and ran a hand behind his neck in embarrassment?
"What's the problem Ronster, I hope you don't want trouble on your first day? Or did you so you can get kicked out."
"Thanks for the idea." I smirked. Twenty minutes into the silence of home room, I heard a laugh towards the back of the class. I put my thumbs through the hole in my jacket and buried my head in my folded arms on the desk.
"Class today is going to be a lab, how exciting! Now the desks are formed to where the two people sitting next to each other are partners. The labs are due at the end of class. All materials and instructions are in the front of the class."
Him nor I moved to get those things, I peaked through my hair and he looked like he wanted to leave as much as I did. A girl walked past us dropping a note folded up into a heart, he looked at it then rolled his bright blue eyes. Reaching for it he went to crumple the paper but had second thoughts and opened it, slowly. He chuckled and passed it to me gesturing to it.
It read:
I broke up with my boyfriend please go out with me, you're really cool. I just hope that we could get to know each other, if you know what I mean right? I saw you looking at me I think you liked what you saw. I accept.
We should meet.
How about the open mic at that mini bar, you don't have to be 21 to get in.
It's tonight, Tuesday at 11 o'clock
Love,
Jenny. 3.
She watched us as he pulled out a blue pen and delicately wrote in neat hand writing for a guy,
Sorry, Babe can't I'm gonna be the singer at that bar. Please don't come, I don't want anyone to know that I sing there, and if word gets out I wont ever notice you on purpose. And why would I not want that, I really didn't see anything eye catching, accept your annoying laugh. That was only your whore side taking over liking a guy not interested you. I don't like women who don't respect themselves. So I'll have to pass that offer.
Go back out with your boyfriend.
She came back with a smile huge on her face, when she turned he just cracked his knuckles not even trying to hide it in the least. I smiled as he stopped, "What's your name?" I questioned, "I've never seen you around."
"You don't want to get to know me" his whole body tensed, and the muscle in his jaw ticked.
"Hey, I didn't mean to be rude I'm sorry. I-I. Sorry." I felt the burning flood to my face, I have no friends and I just happen to try and make one, and fail horribly at it.
"Awww. Look did the little emo try and make a friend?" a deep voice sounded from the back. "You have no friends, can't you see that no one wants to be your friend?"
"Do you know how to shut up, Dick?" the guy sitting next to me cracked.
"Oh and who's gonna make me." This guy's name is Richard.
"Well clearly he has a bigger dick than you."
"And when the fuck have you seen my dick fruitcake?"
"ENOUGH! All of you, to the deans now!" Mr. Garvey shouted causing the whole class to giggle and whisper to each other. We all grabbed our stuff to file out the door that slammed shut with force from Richard.
"Thanks a lot you shit heads-"
"Don't even go there you started it. By the way Dick, me and him are friends I hope that you would go and mind your own fucking business." my heart skipped a beat, I thought he hated me for wanting to be his friend but, he wanted a friend too I hope. . .
"You wanna fight? Punk? Because that would be to easy, only two hits."
"And what would that be?" Standing there I wondered, why is this kid taking up for me? Richard is twice his size and he looks ready for a fight.
"Me hitting you and you hitting the ground."
"You don't wanna get into this with me." he breathed.
"And who the fuck are you to tell me?" Dick roared.
"Because I'll kill you." he snorted.
"After school me and you." then Dick disappeared towards the deans office, huffing and puffing away.
"Let's go. And I'll introduce my self, alone not here."
"What I just got here," I rasped.
"Well tell your parents you got sick, what time do they get home?"
"Ten eleven, I don't know lawyers schedules." I sighed.
"Well let's go, only this once. Please?" he begged.
"Okay." I agreed.
As we walked the short walk to the main street I thought I won't have to do this I'll have my car. He flagged a cab, and slid in the tan leather seats so I could get in.
"Where to boys?" the cab driver said.
"Um, the Ronster, residence please." I said as color flooded to my cheeks.
"Sure thing." Everyone sat in silence for the whole five minute drive to my place. And I hoped to god I didn't scare off my soon to be friend.
Okay this chapter is in Dimitri's POV for any of those confused in sudden change... so R&R :D