Thanks to those of you who read and reviewed my first chapter.
The sound of an alarm clock with annoying loud music woke Casey up. Was it really already morning? Slowly he opened one eye and lifted his head to throw a glance at his clock. Yep, 7.45 am. Sleepily he rubbed his tired head leaving a few locks standing in different directions before he got dressed and made his way down to the kitchen where he was welcomed by the delicious smell of bacon and eggs.
His father sat at the table reading the paper, while he shoved the food in his mouth without even noticing it.
"Morning, Casey. Would you like some eggs?" his mother asked.
"Sure." Casey mumbled, while he poured himself a cup of coffee and slowly sipped it. Slumping on the table, he read the headlines on the front page of his dad's newspaper.
On the bottom of the left side it said: "City pool closed until further noticed." Casey's eyes stuck to the lines for a second before he told himself that not everything that had to do with water was automatically bad. He forced himself not to ask his father for the paper in order to read what was wrong with the pool but instead got up, grabbed his bag and left leaving his confused mother behind.
She only heard him mumble: "Gotta catch the bus..late."
Delilah leaned on the wall of the hallway watching Stan grab his books from his locker.
"So are you gonna see the film tonight?" he asked.
She nodded, while she looked uninterestedly down the hallway.
"With Casey?" he enquired further.
"Maybe, dunno."
"What you mean, you don't know. He's your boyfriend, isn't he?"
Delilah gave Stan an annoyed look and left him standing there just to catch up with a few of her cheerleading girlfriends.
Stan could her here across the hallway: "It's so good to see you. You can't believe how annoying ex-boyfriends can be." Stan couldn't believe it. What had he done to deserve this? Sometimes he really wondered why he'd ever been with her or how she could change from the cute nice girl to this reckless bitch.
Zeke was in an unusually good and friendly mood today. He walked down the hallway towards Miss Burke's classroom, when somebody grabbed his arm: "Zeke, can I talk to you?" A look to the side told him it was Casey. The boy looked terrible. His face was tired and he seemed really jumpy, when he pulled the taller boy towards the bathroom.
"What's up, Case?" Zeke wanted to know. Whatever it was, this wasn't good.
"Come in here." His friend pulled him inside the bathroom, checked to see whether anybody was there and then stared at him. His blue eyes didn't reveal anything.
So Zeke asked:"What the f@# is the matter?"
Casey looked to his feet as if he could find the answer there: "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot!"
"Can I have some Scat?" he bit his nails.
"What?!" Zeke smirked, then his expression got serious: "You can't be serious."
"I am, can I have some, please. How much is it?" he got uncomfortably close to Zeke.
The older boy slowly pushed him away: "Hang on, I don't sell that stuff to my friends."
"C'mon."
Zeke squinted as if he could read Casey's mind this way: "What's the matter, Casey. Since when do you take drugs?"
Casey shuffled his feet nervously: "I don't."
"So why now?"
His friend turned away from him and faced the bathroom wall.
Zeke could see his back getting tense.
After a while Casey admitted: "Delilah and me have problems."
Zeke on the contrary loosened up a bit. He looked to the ceiling, sighed an rubbed the back of his head: "Fuck, I almost thought., I don't know." Then he looked at Casey with intense brown eyes. He almost wanted to say: 'That's why I don't get involved in that kind of relationship.' But instead he said: "Scat won't solve that. If you want to, we can talk about it during lunch break. I got Ms. Burke now." He gave him a clap on the shoulder and left the bathroom.
Behind the door, that swung shut, Casey could feel rage, icy rage, that he had never felt before. The silence in the room became unbearable. With unknown force his fist hit the bathroom door leaving the small glass insert spiderweblike broken.
TBC - please read and review - I just love those goodies. By the way, you can write good and bad stuff-er, especially good stuff, yeah.
The sound of an alarm clock with annoying loud music woke Casey up. Was it really already morning? Slowly he opened one eye and lifted his head to throw a glance at his clock. Yep, 7.45 am. Sleepily he rubbed his tired head leaving a few locks standing in different directions before he got dressed and made his way down to the kitchen where he was welcomed by the delicious smell of bacon and eggs.
His father sat at the table reading the paper, while he shoved the food in his mouth without even noticing it.
"Morning, Casey. Would you like some eggs?" his mother asked.
"Sure." Casey mumbled, while he poured himself a cup of coffee and slowly sipped it. Slumping on the table, he read the headlines on the front page of his dad's newspaper.
On the bottom of the left side it said: "City pool closed until further noticed." Casey's eyes stuck to the lines for a second before he told himself that not everything that had to do with water was automatically bad. He forced himself not to ask his father for the paper in order to read what was wrong with the pool but instead got up, grabbed his bag and left leaving his confused mother behind.
She only heard him mumble: "Gotta catch the bus..late."
Delilah leaned on the wall of the hallway watching Stan grab his books from his locker.
"So are you gonna see the film tonight?" he asked.
She nodded, while she looked uninterestedly down the hallway.
"With Casey?" he enquired further.
"Maybe, dunno."
"What you mean, you don't know. He's your boyfriend, isn't he?"
Delilah gave Stan an annoyed look and left him standing there just to catch up with a few of her cheerleading girlfriends.
Stan could her here across the hallway: "It's so good to see you. You can't believe how annoying ex-boyfriends can be." Stan couldn't believe it. What had he done to deserve this? Sometimes he really wondered why he'd ever been with her or how she could change from the cute nice girl to this reckless bitch.
Zeke was in an unusually good and friendly mood today. He walked down the hallway towards Miss Burke's classroom, when somebody grabbed his arm: "Zeke, can I talk to you?" A look to the side told him it was Casey. The boy looked terrible. His face was tired and he seemed really jumpy, when he pulled the taller boy towards the bathroom.
"What's up, Case?" Zeke wanted to know. Whatever it was, this wasn't good.
"Come in here." His friend pulled him inside the bathroom, checked to see whether anybody was there and then stared at him. His blue eyes didn't reveal anything.
So Zeke asked:"What the f@# is the matter?"
Casey looked to his feet as if he could find the answer there: "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot!"
"Can I have some Scat?" he bit his nails.
"What?!" Zeke smirked, then his expression got serious: "You can't be serious."
"I am, can I have some, please. How much is it?" he got uncomfortably close to Zeke.
The older boy slowly pushed him away: "Hang on, I don't sell that stuff to my friends."
"C'mon."
Zeke squinted as if he could read Casey's mind this way: "What's the matter, Casey. Since when do you take drugs?"
Casey shuffled his feet nervously: "I don't."
"So why now?"
His friend turned away from him and faced the bathroom wall.
Zeke could see his back getting tense.
After a while Casey admitted: "Delilah and me have problems."
Zeke on the contrary loosened up a bit. He looked to the ceiling, sighed an rubbed the back of his head: "Fuck, I almost thought., I don't know." Then he looked at Casey with intense brown eyes. He almost wanted to say: 'That's why I don't get involved in that kind of relationship.' But instead he said: "Scat won't solve that. If you want to, we can talk about it during lunch break. I got Ms. Burke now." He gave him a clap on the shoulder and left the bathroom.
Behind the door, that swung shut, Casey could feel rage, icy rage, that he had never felt before. The silence in the room became unbearable. With unknown force his fist hit the bathroom door leaving the small glass insert spiderweblike broken.
TBC - please read and review - I just love those goodies. By the way, you can write good and bad stuff-er, especially good stuff, yeah.