Once the boys leave the lockers, whispers broke out across the bay. Jon averts his gaze to the ground, yeah the ground is looking rather interesting today. Jon stands up, dusts himself off, gathers what books he needs for class, and heads off. This time he didn't forget to lock the locker.
Jon spent close to ten minutes wandering around the school, the bell having rung ages ago. He has no idea where to go! He doesn't recognise where any of the rooms are. His timetable says that Jon has science in room 18. He wanders a bit more until he finds room 16. Aha! Room 17... room 18! Finally! He goes to open the old, wooden door, but stops.
'Holy shit,' he thinks, 'I'm so late. On my first day as well. I'm hoping the teacher can excuse me, I have a valid reason!'
Jonathan's phone went off, playing the text tone. The delirious outta my mind one. At full volume. I-I'm del- he shuts the damn thing off at the speed of light. The class inside goes silent. Jon slowly reaches to turn the rusty handle and enter, making a note to not look at anyone's faces, poorly suppressing laughter.
The teacher glares at him. He has grey hair, balding on the top, grey eyes and an extremely wrinkled face. He's about Lui's height. Ha, he sort of looks like the old men in Gmod. His name tag say Mr. Cooper on it, next to the school logo, a raven perched on a branch. He clears his throat and furrows his bushy eyebrows.
"About time Mr. Smith, is it?" He snaps at Jon. He nods, staring at the ground, awkwardly shuffling his feet.
"Sorry, got lost, sir," Jon replies, loud enough so Cooper's old ears can hear him. His frown disappears, replaced by a smile, making his face younger, but still covered in wrinkles.
"Well that's expected on your first day! Class, this is Jonathon. Jonathon, tell us about yourself," Mr. Cooper says with a sudden mood swing. Jon looks out towards the class. He spots Evan smirking at him in the back. Jon had an inkling he'd be in the same classes, he's one smart cookie.
"Well, I just moved here from the USA last week. I can breathe and walk. That's all there is to it with me," Jon explains. Half the class groans and the other half snickers.
"What about your interests?" Mr. Cooper asks him, determined for a better response this time. Jon decides he's not going to give him a better one.
"I like oxygen, being able to breathe is great," he says, the class starts laughing. Despite his overly fake, nice demeanour, the class must despise him enough to laugh at Jon's shitty jokes, which only further disrupts the class.
"Mr. Smith, please give me a proper answer," the teacher growls, starting to get cross with him.
"Ok, well I like working out, I guess," Jon mumbles, looking down, not knowing what else to say.
"Is that all?" The teacher drawls.
"Well, I like metal and dubstep music, hockey, guitar and running. Is that a better answer, sir?" Jon replies, putting emphasis on 'sir'. The teacher nods and tells me to go sit down. Mum always played heavy metal for Jon growing up, seeing his dad hated it. Dad also hates hockey, plus Evan plays it. Nogla got him into playing guitar. Jonathan got a lot of practice running when he was younger. Sadly, his dad was a faster runner.
Jon spots a spare seat, right next to Evan. Yay, he gets a whole lesson of stirring Evan up, testing his limits. Yeah, that sounds mean, but Jon wants to know for future reference. Just incase of emergency.
Jonathan. What a nice name. Also belonging to Delirious. A.K.A Mr. Hilarious laugh, gorgeous personality and great gaming skills. Evan takes no notice of Jon as he sits next to him, Evan's thoughts are clouded with Delirious. He wishes Del would just tell him where he moved. He pulls out my phone and ask Delirious if he can talk. No reply.
Jon leans over to look at Evan's phone. What does he think he's doing?
"Who the fuck is Delirious?" He whispers.
"None of your business, scarface." Does he think this is a game? A facade Evan and the boys are pulling on him? Well, he wishes it was.
"Sorry, just asking about some idiot you know," he smirks.
"Take. That. Back. Now," Evan slowly demands. He shakes his head smugly. No, he's just doing this for fun. He's asking for it, that's what he's doing. He kicks Jon's shin under the table. He winces.
"I see that there's a heart next to their name as well. Care to explain? Got a widdle cwush?" Jon says. He doesn't know a thing. It's not a little crush, it's a huge one. Besides, Tyler made them both change the contacts so to any outsider it looks like we're gay for each other. But does he care? No!
"No I don't, scarface. It was a dare if you must know," Evan retorts.
"Here I'll ask him for a screenshot." Evan texts Del asking for one.
Jon quickly turns his ringtone off after turning his phone back on. While Evan isn't looking, he screenshots the conversation and sends it to him with a 'now shut up and concentrate on your schoolwork, it's my first day I don't want to stuff up you motherfucker xD'. He turns off his phone and puts it away as Evan turns around to show him.
"There, thats proof. Now shut up and pay attention," Evan snaps.
'Feisty Evan, me likey.' What the fuck brain?
Jon tunes out for the rest of the lesson, not caring much for science. He's more into english and the arts to be honest.
After a long time the bell rings. He stands up, only to have Evan trip him over. A few people notice and laugh. Jon goes red and quickly gets up. He follows the class out of the room at the back of the crowd. P.E. Finally, but he has to get changed last. He doesn't want anyone to see his torn up back.
Jon stacks his books back into his locker, grabs his sports gear and tries to find the change rooms. After wandering around again he spots Evan going into the change rooms. He really needs to get a map or something.
He enters the room, and the scent hits him straight away. Sweat, b.o and axe spray. All waaaaaay too strong. Jon coughs a bit. He looks at the floor as he waits for everyone to finish changing. While he wasn't looking Evan shoves him out of the way of the door.
"Move it scarface," he growls. Jon huffs and walks to the other side of the room. Everyone eventually files out and once he checks no one is there he starts changing.
He quickly takes off his pants and put on some black shorts. He changes his shoes to black runners. He takes his shirt off, leaving his upper half naked. Jon looks down at his stomach, lean muscle with a scar running across it. His back has scars years old and some that didn't heal properly from last year. It still hurts if someone touches a massive scar running down the length of his back that was given to him as a departing gift two months ago.
Jon hears footsteps from behind him.
The teacher told Evan to go get Jon, seeing he's taking ages. He huffs as he walks into the change rooms.
"Hurry up-" Evan stops mid sentence. Jon's got his back facing Evan. Or what's left of his back. Countless scars run up and down, side to side on his back. He turns around, sees Evan and they both start going red.
"Piss off!" He yells at Evan and quickly chucks on a shirt. It never stopped Evan seeing his front though. Although he isn't muscled up like Evan, his lankiness is still attractive in it's own way. He has yet another scar diagonally across his stomach. Evan may as well start calling him scar now.
"Alright, hurry up Delirious," Evan chuckles. They both freeze. Wait, what the fuck. He's little old scarface not good old delirious.
"Again with this delirious person." He rolls his eyes, a chuckle escaping his plush pink lips.
"Sorry, you just remind me of someone," Evan replies. Jon frowns. They both exit the room and join our class.
