Part Two

I slept peacefully that night, and woke with a dreamy smile. That was by far the BEST dream I'd ever had.

My body was stiff, but I shook it off, getting out from under my thick bedcovers. I looked at the clock, my heart in my throat. 7:46. It was morning, I was sure from the happily churping birds outside, and the light seeping in through the window. The house was quiet, and I was late for school.

I went into the restroom, watching my hands work with my hair, trying to straightening it. I decided to abolish that idea, and slipped my head under the faucet in the bathtub. Turning on the water, I didn't even wait for the cold water to stop, and the heat to come. I just made sure that my head was wet. Grabbing a towel, I turned off the water, and patted down my hair, parting it while it was still damp, and brushing it down.

I scurried from the bathroom to my room, sifting through my closet. I had to get moving. There were only so many late passes one was allowed from BJHS, Beaver Junior High School.

I threw on one of my shirts, not really bothering to see what it said, just seeing that it was long sleeved and white. I threw on a cami and a bra, ripping off my bedclothes, and put on my shirt. I was about to leave the house, when I realized I was still in pajama bottoms and no backpack.

I was glad I did my homework over the weekend, and wondered why no one had woken me for school. With a sinking feeling, as I hopped on my bike and rode through the grass, I realized dad probably did wake me, and I was just so tired that I didn't remember it, and fell right back to sleep.

I kicked the bike into sixth gear, and got moving at a fast pace. It was a relatively flat landscape all the way to the school, so I'd be ok. Now, I tried to remember any sort of short cuts I could take. But, the only ones I could possibly take were the ones the bus already had, and I only had about ten minutes to get to school. Then again, I didn't have to pick up kids at every other house, either.

I felt through the side pocket on my backpack. Where was my phone- I had to see what time it was. I doubted if I even had five minutes, now that I thought about it. We had to be at school, in the doors, before 7:55 am. I pulled out my phone. It was-

I felt the rock, the inflation of ground beneath me. I was going up too high, too quick. I held onto my phone, slamming my closed fist onto the handle bar, throwing the balance off.

I screamed, a little wail, and next felt myself rolling away from my bike. I moved my arms away from their defensive position against my face. There, my white and blue slider phone was kept.

"Damn you." I hissed at he piece of plastic. I shriveled as I got up, and checked the time. To make matters worse, I was officially three blocks away from the school, and two minutes late. How great was this day going to be…

There was rain above me, and a chill went through my rigid body. The first drops of rain were coming down, and I could see that the black clouds meant business.

I got up, trying not to limp. I was so angry, so ready to pitch my phone into the nearby tree, and watch it shatter. I was so ready to just, bend the sheer metal of my bike, to watch it crumple like I had.

But, I didn't. I just ground my teeth, and shook off the pain, lowering the bike's gear, and started off towards the school.

"Miss Classic. So glad you could join us." Mr. Bejuzsik snorted, behind his glasses, those small, playful blue eyes countered my hardened look. It was seventh period. Only two more to go. I'd dealt only with the security guard on my way in, then I'd missed Homeroom, and was reporting to first period, when the bell rang, and I looked at my cellphone. No, it was the second bell for first period, but a teacher saw me with my cell out, and not only took it, but wrote me up.

I tried to explain to her, but she wouldn't listen, so I just went to science.

Later, I got a slip and ooh's from the whole classroom as I left right before lunch to situate my tardiness. Apparently, this was my first absent, but still, keep it up, and I'd have a problem on my hands. Only two months into school too, said the red haired principal. Then she wished me a good lunch, and her white face smiled as she waved me off.

Then, after lunch, I was called in for having my cell phone out. So I got it back, and was off with my first warning for the year, but not before the second bell rang, and I was late for Algebra one.

"So am I." I said quietly, sneaking a look at my friend, Angie, and my crush, Austin. I snuck her a smile, and looked at Cody. Looking away when he looked up from his work to see who it was.

"So, now that we have our whole family- what do we have, class?" Mr. Bejuzsik asked.

"A fraction? A whole fraction?" One of the blondes in the class asked with a sinisterly cute smile.

"No!" mr. Bejuzsik said, frustrated. I lifted an eyebrow. So apparently, no one in the class knew where he was going with this. I saw no relation to the graphs on the board behind him, with freshly made chalk lines, and a full family had to do with anything, but I was soon proved wrong- I think. "A slope!" He said, seemingly gleeful at our confused and angry faces. WTF.

So the rest of class went on like that, and I enjoyed it. It was whimsical, and made absolutely NO sense. Then, it was on to the last two periods of the day, which although they're about two hours long for the both of them together, it went too quick to see anything.

I struck the door first, grinding down the handle to be the first one out. Then, I felt the other bodies trying to push me through the door. God, it was like this every damn day!

I got through, breathing again as I went through the double doors to the walkway beneath the catwalk. I started to go down the small paved incline towards the buses when something caught my eyes. There was someone leaning up against the school, dark clothes, too tall to be any of the odd Goths that I knew. I turned my head, stopping. Some kids pummeled into me, but not before I saw him.

The guy from me dream. His long, dark black- or was it brown? His long dark hair spinnewing down his back in a ponytail, and his long, lanky but strong body completely at ease.

I tripped on my own feet as I registered myself falling, and tried to outcome the blow by walking towards my dreamer guy.

I fell, hard and steady onto the ground. I looked up as the six kids who knocked me down looked at me like I was a baby that they almost squished with their big feet.

"Sorry?" I said, unsure, as I got up, and looked back at the school. No one was there. I heard their chortles, and OMG's as they walked away, completely at ease now. I turned back around, and Austin's shocked and worried face caught mine. I smiled, blushing. He looked away, almost ashamed for staring.

I wanted to go up to him and say something, but my legs were already dragging me away, feeling my stomach ball up, and my face get hot.

I felt the warm liquid right before I smelled it. Everyone was getting on the bus, and it was starting up. I bent my elbow, hissing at the pain.

Sydney and Cassie looked at me, then Lindsay came over my shoulder, trying to give me something. There was a little spongework of blood across the interior of the bus from where it had seeped through my thin long sleeved shirt.

I took whatever Lindsay had given me, and we were on our way to the Intermediate.

"Can I tell the bus driver?" Cassie asked me, and I nodded, not quite as sick to my stomach as I would've been if it were anyone else's. The blood wasn't coming fast, but slow and thick.

"Cathy!" Cassie called to the bus driver, and I looked up. My face hot. I could've just gone up, now it was going to be all over the school in a few short text messages. "Classic's bleeding! Really bad! It got all over the seat!"She said in her New Jersey accent.

So after that, Cathy pulled off the the side of the road, and cleaned out the 'scratch' with antiseptic, and capped it off with a band-aid.

"Do you need to go to the nurse or the hospital?" She asked, worried. I shook my head.

"Cathy- it's a flesh wound. I'll get over it. It's not like I have a broken arm that needs put back in place or anything." I said, smiling. She waved me off, looking worried still, and we ended up being the last ones to the Intermediate.

I got home about an hour later, and no one but my friend, Halie said anything about my 'flesh wound'.

Then, it was my grandmother who came over for dinner, and my dad, to worry about.

"how did that happen?!" My grandmother asked, furious. "If it's a boy-"

I shook my head, laughing.

"I fell down, Nana. No biggie." I said, trying to appear like a normal, clumsy teenager. If I told her about the guy from my dream- or even that I was afraid about it, I'd hear nothing but my little scratch all night.

Dad didn't say a word, and I was glad he wasn't that open to talk feelings with my grandmother in the same room.

Dinner ended at soon as it had started, and for once, I hopped up to my room without doing the dishes. I could do those tomorrow. It was still light out, but at 7:00pm, I decided it was time to get some shut eye, and passed out on my bed.

The next morning was nice, and mom called me to see how I was doing, and I said fine. She said she took me straight home after the driving trip with Rhonda, and I was already passed out, and she couldn't get in touch with me all of yesterday because my phone was off. I blushed, and apologized, soon after ending the phone conversation with I've got a lot of work to do.

My bus came at 7:01am, just like it always does, and I was ready for it today. I got hounded by the cute guys why I wasn't on the bus yesterday, and I simply said because I felt like sleeping in. They all laughed, and a few gave me these mischevious eyes, before turning back to their seats, and I turned on my IPod.

It was one of the rules on the bus for Classic to have her own seat. That was probably even in ink somewhere, but today, I didn't get my own seat, which was a very uncommon drawback to my days. But, not so much of a drawback today, I realized as the boy beside me drew back his black hood.

I hadn't seen him in school. In fact- I hadn't seen him, EVER!

He was so handsome, I wondered how he could've possibly missed my eye. Those dark brown locks, short, but not a bowl cut, and those light, silvery eyelashes. Then, those crystal blue eyes that looked into my smokey blue ones.

"Hi." I murmered, loosing my stature in one final gaze.

"Hi." He said back with an impish grin. He seemed kinda fresh- like he was a fish out of water. He's new on my bus, I agreed.

"Are you new here?" I asked, suscpisious.

"Yeah." He said, shocked, then grinning again. "I'm from Slippery Rock." I smiled. So were a lot of people, half as cute as you. I wanted to say.

"What's your name?" Didn't provide the least amount of excitement as my other comment would've but it was better to start off with knowing someone else with.

"Cory." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Classic." I said, and he laughed. What was so funny?

"How's my name classic?" he asked. I realized he thought I was being sarcastic.

"No, my name is Classic. Classic Wagner." I said, looking away with a blush.

"Oh- Sorry." He said, subdued at once. I was quiet, and looked away too. This was so odd, he probably thought I was the biggest-

Outside me window was the strangest things I'd ever seen. There was a grown man, talking to another grown man. Except- it looked like one was bleeding, begging.

I stifled an excited gasp as the bus stopped not even ten feet from the couple.