Hilltop 37
A/N yo all, what up? I'm pretty chilled out right now so don't be expecting anything too depressing or too too energetic in this note (I hope) I have a bit of a hangover and while I'm saying that, yes, I've been home alone for two weeks. If I haven't said anything about it yet, I'll be home alone till the Thursday coming up. In all honesty being home alone has been amazing, so quiet, so peaceful, I can do what I want, how I want, when I want. Like the reason I got this chapter out was because I was bored and I was like "I'm gonna write a chapter" and damn it I did it!
But back on track, yeah. Little hungover but nothing too too major, yeah it's my fault I know. But anyway, this week has gone by super fast for me and really the only thing of note is that I went on another lunch "date" as people are calling it with a friend/crush of mine, though it's highly unlikely it'll turn into anything serious, she says she isn't quite ready for a relationship and she just wants to concentrate on friends and I fully respect that. So, anybody who reads my stories and may have a crush on me your safe from me being stolen from you! For now. But really guys I don't know what else to say, like. My mind is going blank and it usually never does that. Oh well, see ya at the bottom.
Andrew POV
I walk into the class and dart my eyes around the room slightly, nothing interesting to me. As always. I quickly walk to my seat and sit down in it, getting comfortable and shifting my hoodie around so it's not in my way. I look up to see Abby sitting in front of me and watching me, shaking her head and smiling.
"What? It's gonna bug me if it isn't in the exact right position." I mumble out while trying to grab my phone out of my pocket. After a few seconds of fingers squirming around I get a hold on my phone and pull it out. I could do one of two things here, play a game on my phone and then risk it dying or just listen to music. I never liked games anyway. At least not iPhone games, that was a weird thing about me. When it came to comparing iPhone games to actual console games i just innately saw iPhone games as inferior.
It was the same way when it came to comparing YouTube music to "real" music. YouTube music always struck me as corny and lazy when it came to writing lyrics and beat making. In all honesty I could make a better beat in 4 minutes if I had the right stuff. The beat they're using provably took them like an hour to make, because they're just inexperienced. In my opinion. In all honesty I was being hypocritical whenever I thought that stuff because what am I doing? Just sitting here? Yeah pretty much.
I chuckle at my own stupidity and put in a headphone, pressing shuffle and hearing the intro to "Really Be (Smokin' N Drinkin')" by YG and Kendrick Lamar. I nod along with the song and as I hear the latter of the two's verse get farther in I pay more attention to it.
"They killed Braze, they killed Chad, my big homie Pup
Puppy eyes in my face, bruh, and I've really been drinkin'
Muthafucka, I really been smokin', what the fuck? I'm the sober one
Man, I'm so stressed out, I can't focus
Hide out when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
Speed past in the Cutlass, me and little Ocho
Every young nigga hop out, 2 tears in a bucket
I feel like "fuck it", the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know." I hear the bell ring and I let the music keep going, I wasn't going to take it out just cause the bell rang, who said I should? Not me and that's one of the only people I give a damn about now. I notice that the teacher is different today which meant that we'd provably be watching some dumb movie. As it turns out, I was right. The teacher gets up and puts a DVD in the laptop connected to the projector thingy and then the movie begins playing, I don't really know what it is but I don't pay attention to it. I just keep listening to my music.
After a few minutes I slip into one of those type of trances that you get when you're really tired and you just stare straight ahead and totally ignore everything else. I shake my head a little trying to get myself out of the trace, it works sort of but I still feel weird. I feel myself awaken again when I hear the shrill ringing of the bell. I nod and stand up, making sure Abby is behind me before leaving the classroom. I walk down the hallway quickly but not too quickly, I think about what classes I could have and I decide I either have media studies or computers, either of which is good. I reach my locker and open it quickly, checking my schedule and see I have media studies first. I look around and notice that CJ isn't around anywhere, guess he's still sick or whatever. Maybe he has the plague. Yeah that's what I'm gonna say, he's got the plague. I turn around and walk towards the media studies room, I look around the halls and notice that the schools fuller then usual. It was weird, maybe something was happening today.
I walk into the room and the first thing I notice is Easton sitting there in a desk near where I normally sit.
"Easton? You're in this class?" I ask him as I sit behind him, he smiles when he sees it's me and nods.
"Yeah, I was in a class that I shouldn't have been before this so it was all screwed up but I got it sorted out now!" He explains happily and I nod slightly and smile, his energy was infectious.
"That's sweet man, glad to see we have a class together." I reply and I glance up at the front of the class, it's the same teacher and everything but what interests me is the words scrawled on the board.
"80's movies and their sequels..." I whisper to myself and smile. This could only mean a few things. One of which was a lot of horror movies being listed off since the 80's was the golden age for horror movies and their sequels, at least in my opinion anyway. I hear the bell ring and I look back at Easton to see he's still looking at me and when he notices I'm looking at him he turns around, I couldn't really tell but I thought he might've been blushing a bit. I wasn't really sure why, he just was. I couldn't tell why he was so embarrassed about looking at me either, a good number of my friends just kind of stared at me for a few seconds when I stop talking cause I said something weird or stupid.
The teacher does a routine attendance procedure and as he finishes he points to Easton and I already know where this is going.
"You must be the new one they transferred to this class correct? Easton is the name right?" He asks in a attempt at an authoritative voice and Easton nods in response glancing at me.
"Yes sir my name is Easton." The teacher nods, getting a satisfactory answer and then he gets up and starts blabbing about due dates and dead lines and projects and crap. Honestly this was the boring bit of school, I could handle everything else. Not the blabbing. I let my eyes drift to the door and I think about what I could be doing right now at home. Music. Definitely. I hear my name and I snap back to the conversation and I look up at the front where the teacher is looking at me.
"Pardon?" I ask smugly, didn't mean for it to come out that way. It just did.
"I said since you're not paying attention we'll test how much you know first. Order these movies from first to come out to last: Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday The 13th and Halloween." He responds in a slightly condescending tone and smirks slightly, time to shut him down.
"Well it depends on whether you're speaking on the remakes or originals but even if you're speaking on the originals you're technically cheating because this class is supposed to be for 80's movies and Halloween came on in 78 or so. So anyway, they'd be ordered as Halloween first then Friday then nightmare. Oh and also, never use that condescending tone towards me again." I counter spitefully, he opens his mouth to say something but stops and nods.
"Well done." He begins talking again and tune him out and I look ahead of me and see Easton smiling at me over his shoulder and giving me a thumbs up. Glad I could entertain people while I was ridiculing the teacher. I fade in and out of his conversation, picking up important bits here and there. But in all honesty his whole lecture is about as boring to me as a lecture from me would be. But hey, are any lectures really truly fun?
I hear the bell ring and I look at the clock surprised, time goes by fast when you aren't paying attention I guess. I sluggishly get up and scratch my cheek, the stage I was in from sleep deprivation was an interesting one, I could see fairly the same but every now and then it got blurry and every now and then my brain threatened to just shut down and go to sleep. It was an interesting stage. Better then the one where you see actual visual light bursts and star bursts and stuff, that gets annoying. Not safe for driving. How did I know what that was like? I had gotten to that stage before, back when my parents first died, I was alone pretty much. I didn't sleep, didn't eat hardly anything. Just enough to barely keep me going. I knew I treated my body terribly, but that was it's fault for getting me to deal with, it was all or nothing with me, and I had weird ways of showing it.
As I walk out of the class Easton stops me for a second.
"Here's my phone number by the way, in case you wanna hang out or whatever." He mumbles as he writes his number on a piece of paper and gives it to me. I nod and take it from him.
"Thank you Easton. I'll see you later man." I reply as I turn and walk away waving to him, I look over my shoulder and see him wave back and I smile and whistle the tone to Red Eye as I walk down the hallway. I reach my locker and open it, checking my schedule and seeing I have computers. I nod slightly and try to remember who's in my computer class but I can't remember if anybody is.. Damn memory was already failing me, I would so hate to deal with me when I'm 80. I walk down the hallway to the computer room, I liked the computer room.
It was literally right down the hall from my locker. It was easy to get to and was easy to get out of. I get into the computer room and as I do I feel a chilling breeze climb up my spine and then slide down rubbing it's cold embrace all over me. I rub my shoulder with my hand as I sit down I look around and see some people in the class so I quickly log on my computer and pull out my headphones, might as well since I might be here for a while.
I press shuffle and hear "Respect You Earn" by Yo Gotti, Wale and Ne-Yo start playing. I loved this song, it had a good philosophy about respect and a good upbeat sound. This was how I saw people now. I only give them respect if they earn it. Seemed fair to me. I nod with the song and listen in a little more to hear.
"I told this model chick
Little girls look up to you and the things you do
Every dude you work with, you're screwing
So when she grow up, you know what she going to do
She like, you don't know me, you don't pay my bills
You don't know my struggle
I'm like, that is real because it is what it is
But I know you lying
I know what's real
I know your worth
I know that personally
Ten bands shorty, can't pay your bills
You one of them?
Girl, I'm gonna give you the respect that you earn from me
That you earn from me
That you earn
What you make me do
That's what I'm gonna do for you
Give you the respect you earn." I can't help but chuckle a bit at the first part, in all honesty it kind of says something about our society now that some people spend so much just on stuff to make them look "current" even when that money should be going to their food. Hell, I'm being completely hypocritical right now. Look at me, all this jewelry and crap, I could be helping people... I guess it's just what people do.. We just care about ourselves over everyone else. Definitely not a good thing, but we do it. I sigh and look at my computer, it wasn't really until you thought about it that you realize everything you and others could've done to help people. It's kind of sickening how people do this stuff. But hey, we aren't perfect right?
Even with that being said, shouldn't we try more to help our fellow species members? I shake my head slightly, I needed to get off my rant. It wasn't going to do anything, hell nobody was even listening but myself. Like really who did I think would take the time to listen or read what I had to say right? I chuckle at that thought, I was being silly right now. I start working away at the project sitting in front of me, I was to make an image using different "techniques of design" which was a fancy term for make dat shit look pretty. I was currently working on a circle with spirals coming in towards it, it looked pretty decent in my personal opinion.
I kept working and then I saw two people come into the class and say something to the teacher and then I realized I recognized both of them, one of their names was Haylee, she was a brown haired wolf with topaz yellow eyes, she and I had become friends a few years back but we lost touch like a year after that. We were still friends but we weren't like, text every day hang out once a week type friends. The other girls name was Emily, she was a brown wolf as well and she had beautiful grey eyes, she was a little shorter then Haylee but they both played sports. Her and Haylee were inseparable, wherever one went, you were almost bound to see the other. Me and Emily had actually became friends a few months back but we had stopped texting like a month ago. Mainly because I, being the super smartical person I am. Forgot to text her. For a month. Smooth as molasses hey? They look around the class and see two free desks beside me and come over and sit beside me.
As they do both of them give me a good natured smile and I smile and nod back.
"Hi Andrew what's up?" Asks Emily in a happy tone, that was a nice thing about her. She was sweet and always seemed to be happy.
"Nothing much just "working" ya know the usual, you? Why were you guys so late?" I respond chuckling and using air quotes when I say work.
"We were just doing something for cool camp, it was kinda boring but oh well right? We missed class." She explains and I nod and as I am about to say something the bell rings.
"Well hey we have a double block of computers today so you can get all the work you need to done." I tease Emily as she gets up and she rolls her eyes and laughs.
"Whatever you say, see you next block. Text me again! We both keep forgetting to send each other messages!" I nod as she walks out of the class and I get up and go after a few seconds and after making sure my computer is locked. I walk out of the room with a smile on my face and think to myself.
She's so nice.
A/N how was that guys? Both Emily and Haylee are OC's of my creation so if you have an OC of the exact same style fur and all that I will be questioning it. Unless of course you use one of them with my permission (not sure why you would though you know nothing about them.) Oh and we had somebody ask if this story is going to turn mature and involve some lemons (sex scenes for those of you who are uninitiated) it's actually possible, I haven't we ten a lemon in a extremely long time and I haven't published one in even longer, I used to write a lot of them actually, I mean a lot a lot. Mine were weird too. Like, just weird shit guys.
Also like I said last chapter my profile has a giant portion of it devoted to questionnaires I find on tumblr and then answer, I have one I need to finish then I will update it, so maybe 10-25 minutes after I'm done uploading this chapter. Another quick thing, does anybody else dislike the new system for the fanfiction copy and pasting? Like it's just a little box that you type into (at least for me it is) and then if you actually copy past something it takes away all the spaces you have in it and it comes out as one giant blob (imagine reading that...) it annoys me guys. But hey, what can I do? Well guys I might be on a roll so who knows, maybe you'll see me next weekend too! Bye! :)