Chapter 4

Second period I had language skills for a class. I find this the most pointless class simply because I already speak Lylatanian fluently. Third period is my absolute favorite. Study hall in the cafeteria. I sit at a round table with two of my friends, a mouse named Kara and the one and only, Fox McCloud. What not many people know is that he wasn't always a nice guy.

Truth is he used to be the biggest douche bag in the world. His father used to be leader of the Star Fox team. I'm sure you all know this, but what you probably don't know is that his Dad taught him military grade hand to hand and close quarters combat when he was in elementary school. And he tended to be a bully about it.

I remember one time in the 7th grade a few months before his dad's, oh so tragic death. The two of us got into a huge fight because I talked a lot of shit about him. I never talked about him; I was too big of a faggot to have actually said anything. Not many people can say they beat the famous Fox McCloud in a fistfight. I'm not one of them because I got my ass kicked so hard I broke my collarbone. My friends called me Mr. Clavicle for two weeks.

Fox managed to throw me over his shoulder into an open locker and smashed the door shut, hitting my head and locking me inside just outside my homeroom one morning. It took four periods for a teacher to find me. I never had to go take a piss so badly in my life. That's also why I don't use lockers. In fact I just don't use books in general.

We became friends after his father died that year. Back in the day when I actually gave two shits about just about everything I started being nice to him. Good thing too because in the preceding years he got me into his karate class and someone had to be his sparing partner. The bruises were so worth learning how to fight. He'd still kick my ass any day; I only took the time to learn the basics. Fox is like a ninja warrior.

I went to sit at the table next to Kara. Fox was sitting right in front of me. We always sit in the same spots. Why? I don't fucking know but its something to do with psychology. I need to pay more attention during fifth period.

"Mike, spot me a five?" Fox was wearing a green sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He had his hand out palm up as if I were actually going to give it to him. Problem with that was I actually did. Remember, this was all before I hated the world with a burning passion.

"Pay me back tomorrow, and get me a bagel while you're up there." We have study hall in the cafeteria. They serve breakfast there from 6:30 all the way through fourth period.

Fox stood up and began walking towards the line now coming out of the doors to the serving area. "Butter?"

Kara answered for me. She knows me pretty well. "Cream cheese." Fox gave her the thumbs up.

I looked back her way. "You always have to do that don't you? What if I wanted butter? Huh?"

She smiled not looking away from her book. She was wearing her glasses and a black skirt with a gray tank top that did her body justice. I'm such a guy. "Please, we've been sitting together the whole year and you always get the same thing everyday. You're the most predictable person I've ever met." She turned the page.

I raised an eyebrow at the little gray mouse. "Yeah? What if I wanted to try something different?"

She turned another page. "You wouldn't you like to keep things familiar. The only reason you would ever try something new is to familiarize yourself with it. That more for places to visit though…" She kept reading.

I hate how she does that. She had to be the smartest girl in the school, being able to read through a whole page in two seconds while still having a complete conversation at the same time.

"Yeah? How would you know how predictable I am? You some kind of psychic or something?"

"Yep…" She turned another page. ANOTHER one. How the fuck do you do that? I can read but I've never seen anyone read that fast before.

"Okay, what am I thinking about right now?" I was totally thinking about mozzarella sticks. Those things are the shit.

"Probably mozzarella sticks. Those things are pretty good… I can tell you what Fox was thinking about before he went to get your bagel."

"Yeah, and what's that?"

She turned another page. For fucks sake. "He was trying to picture me naked." He face stayed perfectly calm.

There was a really awkward silence. Gay baby was born. "And you're okay with that?"

"Boys will be boys." She smiled again and turned the page. Again.

"That or you just liked it." I smirked. Couldn't help myself.

Another page was turned that moment "I'm a lesbian…"

"Shit. I didn't know that." It actually surprised me a little bit. Not that I have anything against lesbians, especially hot ones. But holy shit that surprised me. A lot.

"You're the only one who does know." That still didn't make her look up from her book.

Fox decided that was the perfect moment to come back. He slid my plain bagel with cream cheese wrapped in saran wrap to me from his seat across the table. "What I miss?"

I was about to mention Kara's sexuality out of instinct. It was big news, but she kicked me under the table and stopped me. Hot, smart and strong. Shit. "Nothing really. I was talking about our big game against East Side High today. Which reminds me, is it home or away?"

Fox took a bite of his muffin, "Home."

I ate away at my bagel. Fox got butter instead of cream cheese. I didn't care. This was my only meal until lunch at eighth period. That was four hours away. Fuck not eating, I was hungry.

"So uh…whatcha' reading?" He managed to splurge out his muffin over the table a little bit.

"The journal of Colonel Hargert from the Katinal Revolution." If you know your literature you'd know that's a really hard book to read because of the odd use of the language from over a thousand years ago. Why the fuck was she so damn smart? That was the end of our conversation. Kara enjoyed her book. I practically swallowed my bagel and went to sleep for twenty minutes while Fox ate his muffin. I don't know what happened after that, I was asleep, but when I woke up to the bell ringing both of them were gone. What ever.

The rest of my day was pretty boring. Math fourth period, psychology fifth. I don't even know what class I had during sixth period so don't even ask.

Everything was normal. That was the last normal school day of my life. After school that day was when everything began. It was one of the greatest days of my life. Sad thing was that it led to the worst thing that had ever happened to me. It's a shame I didn't know it at the time, otherwise I would have done things so differently I never would have known she existed.

I hope who ever is actually taking the time to read this enjoys it so far. Please review, I love criticism, even the bad kind.

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