A/N:-So this is chapter three; I had planned for it to be longer but I'm going away for 11 days on Monday and I wanted to get a chapter out before I left. Sorry if the quality is shit but hopefully chapter 4 will make up for it when it's out! Hope you enjoy...
Chapter 3-Who Wants What?!
The alarm that roared through Aaron's room every morning was something he did not look forward to. Signalling him that his blissful sleep needed to come to an end and how he had to look forward to a day of learning and being a teenager in education. He wasn't complaining, 'XX Sew my eyes shut' by Capsize was a nice song to wake up to, the fact that he had to get up was the downside. Shame how something that he liked was linked to something he hated. Come to think of it, that was literally his life right now.
Sitting up in bed, Aaron rubbed sleep from his lifeless face. It screamed annoyance and anyone who saw his expressions in the morning would know he hated waking up. Fuck school, fuck mornings and fuck waking up at eight AM. He thought as he rubbed sleep from his tightly closed eyes. After rubbing furiously at his sockets for a few seconds, Aaron reached his left arm over to his nightstand and turned the alarm off. He then searched his floor for a discarded shirt that he could wear to conceal himself on the way to the showers.
Settling on a red and black flannel, Aaron placed his arms through it and swung his legs over the side of the bed so they were now on the floor. He wriggled his head slowly from side to side to loosen the tightened muscles in his neck while rubbing it with his right hand. The thought of crawling back under the covers and going back to sleep was something he'd think about often in the mornings and desperately wanted to do so right now. He would always do the right thing though; getting up and walking over to his stereo system, putting some mellow, but heavy song on, grabbing his wash kit and heading to the showers. It was a routine he was used to by now...that didn't mean he liked it.
After standing up of his bed, Aaron shuffled over to his stereo and looked at his laptop that was plugged into it. Capsize were still in his mind so he opted for 'You can't come home the same' to play in the background as he readied himself for the journey to the showers.
The only light in the room was whatever shined through the closed curtains and the small blue light on the stereo. Aaron HATED bright lights in the morning and refused to allow more light into the room than what he needed. He shifted his way back to his bed and knelt beside it. Reaching under with his right arm and fishing about for a bit eventually ended with Aaron pulling his wash kit out from under the bed and standing up. There you are you little bastard, now come on, time to get clean Aaron thought to himself as he inched his way to his dorm door.
Lucky for him, the lights in the corridor were dim in the morning hours and Aaron was thrilled that he wouldn't be blinded. He wished the same could be said for the bathroom lights. Those things shone brighter than the fucking sun. They practically burn your retinas when you set foot in the bathroom...well, so it seemed. Aaron knew that it was so if anyone had an accident, Blackwell wouldn't be sued easy. Shame, he'd rather break his neck than see those lights again.
The wet floor made Aarons socks feel damp (yes, he wears socks to bed) as he made his way to one of the cubicles. Setting his towel down on a bench, Aaron hopped into the nearest cubicle and tossed his flannel, socks and boxers over the top and onto the bench before turning the water on. He just prayed they all made it to the bench and stayed dry. It was an unspoken rule in the boys shower room not to fuck with each other's shit. It was a mutual understanding that they all kept to, no matter who you were and how childish you acted.
The warm water was welcoming on his skin, especially his neck. All of his muscles were able to loosen and make him feel more relaxed and ready for the long day ahead. His morning showers were essential on setting his mood and mind set for the rest of the day. The feeling of just being awake after feeling stuck in sleep was a comforting feeling that Aaron enjoyed.
Aaron in the morning and Aaron at every other point of the day were two different people. One was kind and understanding and the other was a total fucking bell end who would bite your head off if you so much as breathed too loud.
The ten or so minutes that Aaron spent in the shower were over fairly quickly. Stepping out and drying himself off was the task Aaron was now engaging. His body was dried fairly quickly but his hair was another matter. Due to it being so long/thick, Aaron always woke up with a bad form of bed hair and getting water on it to flatten it all out was something he had to do. This however led to it being soaking wet and long/thick hair was horrible to deal with, especially in the mornings. Just a small price to pay, you wanted longer hair, now you gotta deal with it Aaron thought, trying to convince himself it was out of choice he had to do this chore.
Putting his boxers back on, Aaron rubbed towel over across his head vigorously in an effort to dry his hair to a decent standard. It worked, sort of, if you call having your hair stick up like an 80's afro working. Realising this in the mirror, Aaron just sighed and began to brush his teeth. By the time he'd finished, he'd placed all hygiene products back in his wash kit, picked up his flannel and socks, placed the towel around his shoulders and walked back to his room to get changed for the day.
As Aaron entered his room, he dropped the towel and clothes in his hand into a washing basket by his door, before doing the same with his boxers. The stereo was still blasting, only this time the song was 'The Gospel' by Knocked loose. Aaron placed clean underwear on and the skinny jeans he'd worn the previous day. His grim reaper shirt was still clean and the copious amounts of body spray he puts on daily saw to it not smelling, therefore that was his shirt for the day. Aaron walked over to his nightstand, placed his Rolex on his thin left wrist and picked up his Pentagram necklace and placed it around his neck. Aaron then sprayed himself with more body spray before taking his black jacket off of the back of the door and placing it on. Leaving the zip undone and the sleeves rolled up like he always does.
Now, his hair; blow drying the thing was something he hated but needed it to be dry before class otherwise he's look like a mess and as much as he hated to admit it, Aaron took a lot of pride in his appearance. Thank God it was straight otherwise his hairstyle just wouldn't work. It was a nice comfort in the chore that was drying his hair. After it was dry, Aaron brushed it so it wasn't so bushy; this was his morning routine. Yeah, not as interesting as you may think, then again, whose is?!
Looking at the time, Aaron realised that he had fifteen minutes to get to class. Picking up his bag, taking his phone off charge and turning the stereo off before finally leaving the room and making his way to class; good thing Aaron was a fast walker. He arrived in his seat, ready for Mr Jefferson's Tuesday morning class.
Victoria was sat in her usual spot, talking to Taylor as she waited for class to start. Urgh, another morning lesson; it's only Tuesday and I'm already fed up of this week she thought as she picked up her phone to see if there was anything new on social media. Besides a few notifications on facebook and some likes on instagram, there was nothing interesting. No, wait, there was. Victoria had a friend request off of one of the last people she would ever expect. Aaron.
She squinted her face as she re-read the screen and clear as day, there it was. STILL not satisfied, Victoria rubbed the screen of her dark blue Samsung Galaxy S4 but Aaron's name was still there. She was confused; why did this weirdo wanna add her?! Victoria felt like laughing at him and calling him out on it right now. He was only like ten feet away from her anyway. For some reason, she felt inclined to accept it, so she did.
As soon as she did, Victoria looked over and saw Aaron take his phone out of his pocket. He must have got the notification that she had accepted but he didn't do anything...at all. He just put his phone back in his pocket and continued to read his text book.
This confused Victoria even more; what did this kid want? At was as if he didn't even seem bothered by the fact she had just accepted him, it wasn't something she did to just anyone. He should consider himself lucky to have her add him and yet, here he was-not bothered in the slightest. He must be playing some sort of game with her, using her for popularity perhaps. Whatever he was doing, it didn't add up to Victoria. I'll figure out what you want, you little shit Victoria thought, not paying any attention at all to what Taylor had been saying for the past minute or so.
-"So I totally told hi-hey, Victoria, you listening?" Taylor asked.
-"Uh, yeah, of course I am" Victoria responded as she turned to face Taylor.
Before either girl could say anything else, Mr Jefferson walked into the room, meaning that everyone found their place and got ready to continue with the day.
Victoria tried to focus on the lesson and what was being said but found herself confused. This matter concerning Aaron had annoyed her greatly and she couldn't seem to get her mind away from it. Victoria was used to getting whatever she wanted and she wanted to know what this kid's deal was. He just sat there, listening to what was being said in Mr Jefferson's lecture and not even paying her any attention at all.
Victoria was also bothered by how much thought she was paying this nobody. Why did he bother her so much?! He wasn't popular or intriguing or anything that should warrant this much attention and that was an annoyance. She hated annoyances almost as much as she hated her outdated summer wardrobe.
He must want something from her: Money, Popularity, drugs, a quick fuck. Victoria was tired of racking her brain and coming up with nothing. She needed to find something out and she planned to do just that. Pulling a piece of her blonde hair to one side, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs and started paying attention to what Mr Jefferson was saying. She'd deal with him later.
Victoria was always used to people using her for something; it was how it's been for as long as she could remember. With a name like hers, her status was elevated to that among most people and she was always what they would use to get up to a higher social level. He must want something from her, right?! Victoria had started on something and she wouldn't stop until she had gotten to the bottom of it. You can say whatever you want about Victoria Chase but you had to admit, she was determined.
This was the first step of Aaron's plan to make friends with her; he knew she would want a reaction out of him and all he had to do was ignore her. He knew this would wind her up and lead her to start a conversation with him instead of him speaking to her first.
Victoria was a rare case and he knew it; Aaron could see that the bitchy side of her was just a front. A shield she hid her insecurities behind and did not wanna deal with all the hassle and drama that came with it. The thought had crossed Aaron's mind to just leave Victoria alone and not go through all the trouble but the challenge of befriending her was too great for him to pass up.
Kate was feeling her usual self again today; sad, alone and depressed. Those were the only things that she felt anymore. The video of her at a vortex party had totally ruined her life to the point of no return and she hated the feeling. She had no one to turn to, no one to talk to and no one to be there for her. It was hell.
The best part about Mr Jefferson's class was how well it took her mind off of things. Kate was able to fill her mind with thoughts other than how much she wanted to die. Time seemed to stop around her as she listened to what Mr Jefferson said and only start when she was sucked back into reality. She needed a way out of this horror she called a life.
Around half way through the lesson, Mr Jefferson had told them all he needed to for today's lecture and told them to get on with work in the text book so it was finished by the end of the day. He didn't care what they did for the rest of the lesson, so long as the work was done by tomorrow.
Kate just turned to her desk and continued with her drawings. They were physical embodiments of what she was feeling and anyone with a decent eye would notice. Dark figures with emotionless faces adorned the pages with sinister art to go along with them. There was no colour, just the dark grey of Kate's pencil that put her feelings onto the surface. From a figure hanging from an old tree to a heart ripped, stitched and destroyed, anyone's heart would ache at the sight of them.
Kate had nothing else to do apart from work; she'd shut herself away in her dorm and work ahead so she'd never fall behind in class. She'd finished this assignment two days ago, leaving her plenty of time to be reminded how everyone in the room hates her.
This wasn't true of course and Kate knew it. She knew Max always made an effort to talk to her and she was grateful for it, Kate just wanted to be able to be a teenager again. Go out and have fun, meet up with someone, y'know-stereotypical girl shit. She was feeling lost ans she needed someone to guide her back.
Kate couldn't help but look at Aaron for a brief moment; in truth, he had confused her and she wanted to see if he was what he made out to be. Despite only talking once, he was nice to her and she had no reason to be cruel to him so, fuck it, she figured he wanted to be friends. Kate obviously didn't think along the lines of 'friend' due to how long it had been since she'd experienced anything of the sort.
As Kate turned her head, Aaron jolted his head back to his desk. If Kate could guess right, he was, was he...staring at her?! Anyone else would blush at the thought but not Kate; she just thought all things negative. Was he laughing at her, making some crude joke or just thinking 'God, what a slut'. Kate sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out any negative thoughts. True, negativity was all she had nowadays but she tried her best to look at something else, anything!
She lifted her head and looked at Aaron again and waited to see if he'd look at her again. The seconds passed slowly and when he eventually did look back at her, he did the last thing she'd ever have expected. He smiled shy smile at her, before hastily looking away. It didn't take a genius to realise that he was embarrassed. Caught in the act of his cliché-ness of stupid movies where two people like each other and exchange glances without thinking the other had noticed. But Kate knew that life wasn't a move; Life is strange and horrible. It's cold and unforgiving and she wasn't going to be caught off guard.
Shaking the thought from her head, Kate just focused on her drawings. They were still depressing and as she scribbled away at paper for the remainder of the lecture, she couldn't help but picture Aaron and that meek smile he gave her. It kept cropping up, obstructing her artistic progress and it bothered her. She barely knew the guy and he was getting in her way. That was, of course, about to change.
The bell at 11:30 signalled the end of Mr Jefferson's lecture and started a rush of everyone leaving the class to go and carry on their day. Two people were, however, not in such a rush as their classmates.
Aaron packed his things away slowly, as if he wanted everyone else to leave before him and Kate just sat there, head down as always. The entrance of Aaron into her peripheral vision caused her head to lift and look at his lone blue eye staring back at her. Kate just stared back with an expressionless face. She was confused, who wouldn't be?!
-"Sorry you caught me staring, I guess I'm not as sharp as I thought I was" Aaron admitted as he leant against Kate's desk.
-"It's fine, just why were you looking at me?" Kate asked as she packed her things into her bag.
-"Just thinking" Aaron's tone was very bleak. He was clearly thinking of something that involved her.
-"Well, care to tell me what about?" Kate said without averting her attention from packing. She still sounded shy, but more...determined.
-"See, I could, or we could go for a walk first?" Aaron asked, indicating towards the door with his head.
Kate was hesitant; she couldn't help but be reminded the last time she went somewhere with a guy, what happened and how it ultimately ruined her life. She was scared even though she didn't know it.
Her facial expression must have gave her away because Aaron now had a small frown on his face. Kate couldn't help but feel upset as she'd made someone feel sad but she wasn't stupid. She knew nothing about Aaron and didn't wanna go through anything like that again. She'd been through two weeks of absolute torture and didn't need to add more fuel to the fire.
-"Look, I can see why you'd be afraid, hell-I would too if a complete stranger asked me to just walk off with them. You can say no if you want to, don't worry, I won't be offended if you decide you don't wanna but it'd be nice to spend some time with you. The real you"
Kate had to make a choice: Be safe and say no, but be alone again and lose all hope for finding someone to like her again or go with him. Aaron had his way of just making you trust him, whoever you were, you'd feel safe or at least secure with him. Kate needed this and she knew it; getting ready to take the massive leap, she put her back over her shoulder and followed this guy to wherever. Was it the right choice, or a complete mistake? Kate was fed up of mistakes, not this time.
A/N:-Yeah, shorter than you'd think and a semi-cliffhanger. You haven't gotta hate me, I already hate myself for doing this. Sorry if it's not what you'd expect but chapter 4 will be the continuation and the rest of it which I planned for one chapter. Again, so sorry about this, Thanks to those who followed/favorited and reviewed, you guys rock. As always, PM me with questions, Review, follow/fave and stick with it, there's gonna be more (Obviously)
