A/N: Please note that the chapters will be longer and I will post them further apart. This is because of school but please; Enjoy!
The two boys were obviously older than me, one had short almost shaven hair and was quite skinny and not very strong looking.
The other was obvious a lacrosse player and had muscles and short yet longish hair.
They both came over to where I was and leaned against the lockers and putting on a shirt before one of them said "Hey Liam."
"You want explain what that was out there?" He continued
"What do you mean?" I question them, they are acting like this is a police investigation…
"That little display, that little circus act," He pushes at me, not literally but verbally.
"What circus act?" I question, this is getting confusing and uncomfortable, kinda like a fancy green room….
"You got every shot," he congratulates me in a mocking tone, snapping me out of my train of thought.
"I was in goal,"
"Yeah, but nothing, not a single shot got passed you," he glares at me, just because I'm an amazing goalie doesn't mean much.
Unless they are threatened by my skills, also goal was my job, you're not meant to let them get past you
"Yeah, I was the goalie!" I repeat, "You guys played this game before?" I ask mockingly, if they are going to come over to me and push me around I will push them!
"You're a freshman right?" the other one asks
"But you weren't here last semester," the other one finished.
"I transferred from Devenford Prep." I blankly state.
The one with the muscles pulled a confused face and stated and sort of asked "you transferred?"
"No." He starts, "you got kicked out didn't you?"
Shit. I don't need people asking why I transferred…. Err got kicked out.
"All right, look, kicked out, transferred, what do you care!?" Oh god I need to shake them off, "I came here to play lacrosse, the team could use a few good players, right?"
"No. No, we don't need any more good players," the skinny one assures.
"Actually, we could sort of use a couple…" the other one contradicts.
This is getting better, if I could just you know get back to class and to errr. Mom. Wait, not mom. Mom is at home I don't need her. But I want her.
" Okay! How did you get this good? Have you always been this good? Or did it suddenly happen just once overnight? Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full..."
"Stiles!" his friend cuts in. "hmm?" Stiles replies from.
"Look, I learned from my stepfather all right?" I lie through my teeth.
"He made team captain when he was a sophomore," I continue my lie, making it more believable, hoping they take the cake; "like you," I finish.
"And yeah, I guess I am just that good," I tease as I grab my bag and walk out.
"definitely…lying….." I hear as I walk out.
I walk to my next class as I think about those two words, I don't know why but I can't get it out of my head. It's not the first time someone has said that to me, and what they say always seems true, yet, a lie.
My next lesson was chemistry, it was kinda a boring I have to say, I spent most of my time drawing in the last few back pages of my book.
"Liam!"
I snap my head up to the sound of my name, looking around I see the other students leaving the room with the bell ringing overhead.
"Did you listen to anything I said?" the teacher shouts at me almost screaming as he walks over to me.
"Quite the artist I see," he states looking at my doodles, "quite dark too, but nonetheless, detention, see me after school." He finishes and walks out of the room.
Left alone in the classroom with the students outside as the only sound I actually look at my drawings, they depict wings, angels almost fighting two people and killing others, they stand by a pit. One of the angels has my face, it stands next to the other angel as another throws something. The only human is on the ground, hand over eyes.
Closing my book I pick everything up and walk to the door and merge myself with the halls filled with the human traffic.
Till next time!
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