Losing Control / 1
///From where I am standing///
///Behind the walls///
///I see you staring at me with the eyes///
///That make me lose control///
The raindrops were beating against the window, leaving its' trace on the smooth, clear surface. I closed my eyes, searching for a beat within the raindrops falling all around me. With a backpack slung loosely around my right shoulder, I placed a foot before the other semiconsciously. Pushing the door before me, I entered the world outside my home, where the cool water droplets welcomed me. The liquid felt good against my skin. Why I enjoyed rain, I didn't know.
This world was always foreign to me, no matter how long I lived in it. My daily routine always seemed distant and I felt that my body was misplaced in this world. Nothing seemed real and everything seemed intangible. No matter how much I tried, the walls around me would not come down and I was always desperately seeking a way to fuse into reality.
School had never been on my favorites list. I wanted to live a life where I didn't have to associate with anyone. I wanted to be left in peace rather than have people interrupt my life and tell me what I should do. They weren't real to me. Their shouts and glares seemed distant from where I stood. The wall separated me from the rest of the world.
I felt my fingers mechanically opening my locker before I was lost in my world. Life was too dull. I didn't see a point in living the life if it was spent in misery. The students passing by seemed like a blur as I shut my lockers after taking my AP Biology book into my arms.
"Hey, girlie-boy, you back into our world now?"
The voice I was so accustomed to now rang in my head. Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone and get on with their lives? There was the school's notorious bully Jake with his fellow jocks waiting to bug the living shit out of me. I was almost used to it now.
"You ignoring us now?"
I didn't even bother to look back at his disgusting face, so instead, I walked down the hall to my first class. To my knowledge, he wasn't the one to let me off so easily. He followed me and pushed me against the lockers violently before I even had a chance to react. The book and a few papers were scattered on the floor around me.
My eyes refused to show any sign of defeat. I looked straight into his eyes, waiting for another blow. The only thing I didn't want was being late to my class. I didn't care if he punched me in the face a few good times because bruises don't stay forever.
"No one gets away ignoring me. Right boys?"
The rest of his group snickered in agreement. Why didn't these idiots just punch me and get it over with? As I expected, a strong blow was dealt into my left jaw, sending my face sharply to the right. I could feel the blood trickling down my lips. Another cut.
"You done?"
I asked, feeling the grip around my neck tighten. His eyes were flaring up in anger, but now I was just getting tired. Fortunately, they decided that it was time for them to go to their classes. Jake loosened his grip around my neck, freeing me. I picked up my book and the papers slowly and casually walked over to my bio class, ignoring the stares of the students around me.
As I walked into the classroom, the bell rang. Fortunately, I wasn't late. I brushed the blood off of my face with my sleeves, leaving a red streak to blend into my black jacket. My classmates simply eyed me as I walked to my seats, which was towards the back. It wasn't the first time I walked into the classroom with a bruise or blood on my face, and I think the class I was used to it all.
Placing my backpack by my desk, I sat on my chair, waiting for the teacher to appear. Instead of our teacher, someone else walked in, carrying a pile of books and papers. It was a man, probably in his early twenties. He was of a high stature, probably a little over 6 ft. His jade green eyes contrasted sharply to his short blonde hair, which was gelled back smoothly.
There was a murmur within the class. Some girls were obviously blushing and giggling to themselves. I simply opened my notebook and started reviewing them without paying much attention to the man. The class was silenced, by the clearing of his throat.
"Hello class. I am your new teacher for AP Biology. Your old teacher Mrs. Janeson has moved so I am taking her place. You can call me Mr. Almasy. Any questions?"
His voice was low and husky and I found myself listening to his short speech. I eyed his face, which was chiseled into perfection. I was soon envious of his masculine features, but I shook my head of the thoughts and returned to my notes.
A wave of hands were raised, eager to ask the new teachers questions. I blocked myself from the endless talking, waiting for the class to officially start.
"You over there, in the black jacket."
I looked up, irritation obviously showing in my eyes. I couldn't read his smile. It was between a smirk and a grin, but either way, it bothered me.
"Do you have any questions for me? You seem awfully quiet."
The class went dead silent. The previous teacher never paid any attention to me and I never talked during class, so my classmates stared at me expectantly.
"No."
I answered curtly before breaking our gaze. My eyes were now situated on the tiny writing on my notebook. I could hear the small gasps made by the student in the class. Some girls were even glaring at me for being rude to their new handsome teacher. Whatever.
"Hmm, that's odd. From my first impression, I thought you were a trouble student and you were going to pound me with witty questions."
The students around me giggled quietly. Without even making an eye contact, I knew he was looking at me with that half smirk-half grin.
"You are wrong then."
I didn't like the attention at all. I wanted him to just leave me alone and turn his attention to something else or someone else. He might as well question a girl and make her happy rather than question me and piss me off.
"And your name is?"
"Squall."
"I see. Well, Squall. I would like to see you after school."
The bullies in my class smirked, amused by the fact that I was in trouble. I ignored them and nodded impatiently, brushing my hair back with my hand. The class didn't start that day. Too many questions to the new teacher didn't leave any room for studies. At least it gave me a time to be lost in my thoughts without disruptions.
///From where I am standing///
///Behind the walls///
///I see you staring at me with the eyes///
///That make me lose control///
The raindrops were beating against the window, leaving its' trace on the smooth, clear surface. I closed my eyes, searching for a beat within the raindrops falling all around me. With a backpack slung loosely around my right shoulder, I placed a foot before the other semiconsciously. Pushing the door before me, I entered the world outside my home, where the cool water droplets welcomed me. The liquid felt good against my skin. Why I enjoyed rain, I didn't know.
This world was always foreign to me, no matter how long I lived in it. My daily routine always seemed distant and I felt that my body was misplaced in this world. Nothing seemed real and everything seemed intangible. No matter how much I tried, the walls around me would not come down and I was always desperately seeking a way to fuse into reality.
School had never been on my favorites list. I wanted to live a life where I didn't have to associate with anyone. I wanted to be left in peace rather than have people interrupt my life and tell me what I should do. They weren't real to me. Their shouts and glares seemed distant from where I stood. The wall separated me from the rest of the world.
I felt my fingers mechanically opening my locker before I was lost in my world. Life was too dull. I didn't see a point in living the life if it was spent in misery. The students passing by seemed like a blur as I shut my lockers after taking my AP Biology book into my arms.
"Hey, girlie-boy, you back into our world now?"
The voice I was so accustomed to now rang in my head. Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone and get on with their lives? There was the school's notorious bully Jake with his fellow jocks waiting to bug the living shit out of me. I was almost used to it now.
"You ignoring us now?"
I didn't even bother to look back at his disgusting face, so instead, I walked down the hall to my first class. To my knowledge, he wasn't the one to let me off so easily. He followed me and pushed me against the lockers violently before I even had a chance to react. The book and a few papers were scattered on the floor around me.
My eyes refused to show any sign of defeat. I looked straight into his eyes, waiting for another blow. The only thing I didn't want was being late to my class. I didn't care if he punched me in the face a few good times because bruises don't stay forever.
"No one gets away ignoring me. Right boys?"
The rest of his group snickered in agreement. Why didn't these idiots just punch me and get it over with? As I expected, a strong blow was dealt into my left jaw, sending my face sharply to the right. I could feel the blood trickling down my lips. Another cut.
"You done?"
I asked, feeling the grip around my neck tighten. His eyes were flaring up in anger, but now I was just getting tired. Fortunately, they decided that it was time for them to go to their classes. Jake loosened his grip around my neck, freeing me. I picked up my book and the papers slowly and casually walked over to my bio class, ignoring the stares of the students around me.
As I walked into the classroom, the bell rang. Fortunately, I wasn't late. I brushed the blood off of my face with my sleeves, leaving a red streak to blend into my black jacket. My classmates simply eyed me as I walked to my seats, which was towards the back. It wasn't the first time I walked into the classroom with a bruise or blood on my face, and I think the class I was used to it all.
Placing my backpack by my desk, I sat on my chair, waiting for the teacher to appear. Instead of our teacher, someone else walked in, carrying a pile of books and papers. It was a man, probably in his early twenties. He was of a high stature, probably a little over 6 ft. His jade green eyes contrasted sharply to his short blonde hair, which was gelled back smoothly.
There was a murmur within the class. Some girls were obviously blushing and giggling to themselves. I simply opened my notebook and started reviewing them without paying much attention to the man. The class was silenced, by the clearing of his throat.
"Hello class. I am your new teacher for AP Biology. Your old teacher Mrs. Janeson has moved so I am taking her place. You can call me Mr. Almasy. Any questions?"
His voice was low and husky and I found myself listening to his short speech. I eyed his face, which was chiseled into perfection. I was soon envious of his masculine features, but I shook my head of the thoughts and returned to my notes.
A wave of hands were raised, eager to ask the new teachers questions. I blocked myself from the endless talking, waiting for the class to officially start.
"You over there, in the black jacket."
I looked up, irritation obviously showing in my eyes. I couldn't read his smile. It was between a smirk and a grin, but either way, it bothered me.
"Do you have any questions for me? You seem awfully quiet."
The class went dead silent. The previous teacher never paid any attention to me and I never talked during class, so my classmates stared at me expectantly.
"No."
I answered curtly before breaking our gaze. My eyes were now situated on the tiny writing on my notebook. I could hear the small gasps made by the student in the class. Some girls were even glaring at me for being rude to their new handsome teacher. Whatever.
"Hmm, that's odd. From my first impression, I thought you were a trouble student and you were going to pound me with witty questions."
The students around me giggled quietly. Without even making an eye contact, I knew he was looking at me with that half smirk-half grin.
"You are wrong then."
I didn't like the attention at all. I wanted him to just leave me alone and turn his attention to something else or someone else. He might as well question a girl and make her happy rather than question me and piss me off.
"And your name is?"
"Squall."
"I see. Well, Squall. I would like to see you after school."
The bullies in my class smirked, amused by the fact that I was in trouble. I ignored them and nodded impatiently, brushing my hair back with my hand. The class didn't start that day. Too many questions to the new teacher didn't leave any room for studies. At least it gave me a time to be lost in my thoughts without disruptions.