Chapter 2
The principal's office ordeal went over quickly, with many lectures and reprimands. Both Logan and Malyky sat through what had to have been 5+ hours of nonstop blabbing before being sent on their way. The best part of being in a school owned and behind-the-scenes operated by your Uncle meant there was no risk of getting kicked out. How else would he keep tabs on you? Extracurriculars were a distant idea considering the time, and Logan huffed in annoyance. Malyky's devilish grin spoke for itself as Logan glanced at the menace. Not even a second later out of the mouth of the snake came the following "Lets do something FUN!" and Logan cringed.
"Don't you think we've had enough fun today?" He murmured as he thought of how his first day of high school would always be remembered. It was elementary school all over again.
"Ughh, boooorinnng!" Cried Malyky, who grabbed Logan's arm and dragged him a short distance. Logan broke free of the insisting male and turned to him.
"Don't you think you've done enough to ruin my life!? Why can't you just leave me alone, why! Just stop it, won't you!" Logan screamed at the red-head. Malyky's face dropped and the split second of forlorn loneliness that crossed it was so deep that Logan froze mid-rant. Like it had never happened, Malyky's face formed a smile and he straightened himself.
"Some other time then, maybe? K, see you in class…" And with that he walked away.
Logan made the journey back toward his dorm, halting suddenly as he almost did a standing face-plant with his door. He didn't realize just how distracted he had been, thinking about the fleeting look that had crossed Malyky's face. Opening the door he threw his bag down and kicked off his shoes. He walked down the hall, got to the main area of the dorm and sighed. The extravagance had seemed unnecessary until now when he needed desperately to relax. The dorms were all uniform based on grade, 9-10th grades and 11-12th grades. His dorm in particular entered into a semi long hall, with a half bath immediately to the left. Branching off to the right was a full kitchen, with a half fridge, a small two burner stove, a microwave, a coffee maker, a small dishwasher, and a sink. Also included in Logan's dorm was the added option of dishware and cookware as well as silverware.
A little farther along was a small sitting area with a 20 inch TV, and two lazy boys. The only downfall to the seemingly perfect dorms was the single door Logan walked through that led to a shared bedroom with two full size beds, and one William.
"Hey! Sorry about earlier, I hate tha…"
"Shhhh!" William cut off Logan with an aggravated hiss. His fingers flew over the keys of his laptop at lightning speed. Logan walked quietly over to hover behind William, deciding to be nosy. William flailed his arm backwards swatting at Logan in a very "Go away" fashion. Shrugging Logan went back out to the living room and sat on the closer lazy boy leaning the seat back and get cozy. He had begun to dose when William came out a grin on his face. He heard the TV cut on and leaned up a bit as the Xbox began its startup sounds.
"What was all that about?" Logan asked.
"What? The computer? First off, don't talk and type. Slows me down. Secondly, we are now camera free for the rest of the year. Nobody has EVER broken through my firewalls."
"Are you serious?!" Logan gasped, ignoring the fact that William talked so fast he cut out words.
"Well, yea...I don't like being watched. Rude."
"Wow. How did you figure all that out?"
"Pretty much was born to it...but mostly from my da…left, no, no, no, left!" William shouted at the other players on Xbox live, and the conversation was over. Logan sighed and went back to the room, lying face first in his pillow he drifted off to the memory of a small redhead boy and his innocent carefree smiles.
I was only 5, it was my first year of real school. I proudly stood in front of the class on my turn and said my name and held up my hand to indicate my age. They clapped. I was so proud, and I sat. Next to me was the boy I wasn't supposed to talk to, both my dads said so. I already knew his name. He was Malyky, and I was supposed to hate him. After lunch was naptime. After naptime, it was recess. When everybody got done saying their name we all stood in line. I was leader, and Malyky was caboose. I would always be leader, because my dads said so. We walked in a straight line to lunch. I glanced back once, Malyky stared at the floor in front of him, not whispering like the other students did with each other. He was weird, my dads also said that, but when I wasn't looking.
We finally got to the lunch room. I sat and got out my packed lunch, we had to sit all mixed up. Today Malyky was next to me. My lunch had a sandwich and juice and Oreos. It also had a note that said "We love you please be good, see you soon! Xoxo~Dad and dad." I glanced to my left, Malyky's lunch was much more plain. He had a cereal bar and milk, and a bag of grapes. No sandwich, no snack….no note. I always have a note.
Naptime, then recess, just like preschool. I ran down the sidewalk, but I fell. I scrapped my knee and it hurt, but I pushed myself up. Dad's a doctor he'd fix it later. I felt a hand on my arm, but not a teacher. It helped me stand. When I looked at it, it was Malyky. I moved away fast and crossed my arms to look tough.
"Don't! My dads say you're bad people." I said, and Malyky pouted.
"Oh? Well my dads say you're BORING." I made a surprised face.
"Uh huh, well, my dads, they also say, ummm…" I giggled. Malyky did too, and I fell down again, this time in laughter. I rolled into him and he pushed me. I pushed back. The teachers saw us on the ground and came to help, but instead we got in trouble. After school we had to see the principal with our parents. Our parents looked at each other and they were mean looks. The principal got a call from my Uncle and we were let go. As we left Malyky pushed me, and I pushed him too. My dad, the one I look like, said I had my first enemy. I realized, he wasn't my friend, he was the bad guy…and instead of laughing with him I just looked away.
Gasping Logan woke up in a cold-sweat. It was well after midnight, but William was still typing. Logan sighed and rolled back over, allowing himself to go back to sleep.
The next morning came with an unwelcome light through conveniently placed windows above each bed. Logan glanced over at his roomy, taking in the sight of a man wearing gaming headphones, a beauty mask, and drooling with his laptop still in his lap. Shaking his head and chuckling, Logan walked into the kitchen grabbed a granola bar out of the box and attempted to shake last night's dream. He hated that he gave such a shit about the past when obviously all Malyky was, was trouble. Munching on breakfast, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, pulling on jeans, a t-shirt, and his backpack, seemingly at the same time.
He made it to class on time, giving the woman in the front of the class no reason to complain. Looking to his left he noted the tense posture, dropped head, and averted eyes of his lifelong rival. His chest tightened painfully and he too looked away, down to his papers and continued to work. He knew what needed to be done, and tonight he would make sure he did it. After lunch he went to his extracurriculars stopping by his dorm to pick up his saxophone. He had been playing for a little more than 7 years, and he was always first chair. Well, almost always. Second chair and first had been a constant competition since 5 years ago when Malyky also joined as a cruel joke. He had ended up sticking with it, but now Malyky wasn't in class, in fact as the day went along Logan didn't see Malyky again at all. Art and Chorus went by just as fast as orchestra had. Malyky's favorite subject was Art and he was top of the class, so for him not to be there was a serious concern. Logan ran back to his dorm, and quickly found his roomy.
"WILLIAM!" He yelled. Rushing room to room he found William busy typing on his laptop. Gasping for breath he struggled to shrug off his worried thoughts and tried to calm himself. Williams's concerned face glanced up from the blinding screen.
"What's up?" he asked without hesitation.
"I need to stalk someone, can you hack the system?" Logan said, as he sat down next to the
blonde, who grinned at the word "hack".
"Abso-friggin-lutely!" They both looked to the screen as the excited blonde's fingers began to work their magic.
