So here is chapter 5.
I know its super duper kajuper fluper late, thus I apologize.
But anyway since i have the chance, i would like to take this moment to share something to you guys.
(if you really don't bother reading this part well you can just skip right ahead to the story:) )
I just arrived back home about 2 months ago from the USA! *yay level up!* We went to Chicago to visit family (and i got to watch Team Starkid's Airport For Birds Live and The Book of Mormon which blew my freaking brains out btw), We went to Washington, DC (where i got to see the white house. booyeah) and Last but not least we went to New York (cue emotional twirling). Yes, New York City. I fell completely head over heels for it. I was so close to tying myself to a bench in central park cause i seriously didn't want to leave. We watched Wicked and we went to this Harry Potter Exhibition where they had real props from the movie displayed before our very insane fan girl eyes. So yes, that's a very very sketchy brief account of my trip. Im so thankful and im so blessed. and if you just took a minute from your life reading this little rant of mine, Thank you too!
so without further ado, I present to you chapter 5.
"Now before I dismiss you, be reminded that an essay with no less than 800 words about what you learned about today will be submitted to me next meeting." Everyone let out a deep groan before the bell rang and everyone dispersed into the corridors. He once again held his head low, in the hopes of being as invisible as possible. The halls we're filled with rowdy dirty-mouthed scums who, to Kurt's utter disliking, kept shoving and pushing each other for what seemed to be their definition of fun. '...it's like being trapped in a building full of the football team on steroids.' Kurt thought to himself. But not all of them were large ass kicking Neanderthals; Some were just your average teenage boys, and there were even scrawny frail guys who looked as out of place as Kurt did.
After class, Kurt made his way to the Mess Hall and got in line. For that day's dinner they served corn and peas, a slice of bread, an orange and something that tried really hard to look like a lasagne. "There you go, Deary." Said the lunch lady as Kurt nodded to thank her and turned. He scanned the room for an empty table. He found one and started walking toward it when "Ey Kurt, Over here!" Rodger was waving at Him from their table.
"Where were you going?" Rodger said curiously as Kurt sat next to him.
" I- um – uh." Kurt mumbled. The truth was, Kurt felt like the guys didn't want him around. Cause Before the whole Glee club thing started, He honestly never had that clique or that 'group' to sit with back in McKinley. He barely even had a friend. He talked to a few people, shared a class with some, tutored a few freshmen but never a friend. He usually just sat alone because everyone made him feel like a nobody, an outcast, a reject. And because it's been like that ever since, He started to believe them. Now why the heck would these guys be any different?
Rodger saw the look on Kurt's face and said "Kurt, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I – uh – I just had a lot of things in my head, that's all." Kurt answered.
"Well, If you need anything we're here for you okay?" Alan crooned. "Anything" Rodger added. "Okay." Kurt smiled, They were different.
He started picking on corn and peas when Leo dashes to the table looking as jumpy as ever. "Guess who just got a C- on his paper?" He blurted.
"Who?" The boys said, deciding to play along.
"ME!" Leo exclaimed, pointing to himself as he jumped up and down.
"Congrats lil' bro. You did it." Rodger said. Leo then stood up straight and started making a speech about how he accepts his position as the "President of the world". They all started laughing and joking about what would go wrong if Leo really did become President of the world as they ate their dinner. Kurt made a mental note that if Leo did become the "President of the world" he would pack up his bags, buy a cat and take the next shuttle to mars.
Minutes flew by and by then most of students have already gone back to their dorms. The four boys stood up decided to call it a day. Kurt picked up his tray and as he was walking towards the tray station, a figure walked by him, hitting the tray and nearly causing Kurt to fall to the ground. "Watch where you're fucking going." The boy fumed and raised his fists. Kurt swore he felt his heart stop when the boy turned around and his brown flaming eyes met Kurt's. It was the guy from his class. Kurt recognized the unruly mop of hair, the anger in his voice and the painful bruise on his face. He wore a leather jacket and a plain v-neck inside. Kurt realized that this guy was one of those who owned the table he sat on the first day. Kurt felt a shock of fear, danger and something else bolt down his spine as the boy's eyes pierced into his own like newly honed daggers.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there and I-"
"just fucking forget about it." The boy turned his back on Kurt, lowered his fists and walked out of the mess hall, leaving the air in the mess hall dangerously thin. Alan, Leo and Rodger had already left and the few students who saw what happened kept their eyes on Kurt. He stood there, nearly frozen. He waited. He waited until he could feel his heart beat in his chest again. He waited till he found his breath. He waited till the mess hall was almost empty. He waited till the coast was clear. He waited.
When he finally got to the room, he found Rodger fast asleep. He took off his shoes, took a deep breath and buried his face into his pillow.
The next morning he woke up early, took a bath and got dressed. Rodger said that he was going to wait for Kurt to get back that night but he fell asleep. Kurt started to stew over whether he should tell his roommate about the encounter or not. But he ignored the will, thinking that the more he pretends it never happened the faster he will forget about it.
Kurt got in and out of his classes as quickly as he could; always staying in close range with either his new friends or a teacher. He couldn't get over the spine tingling feeling he got when the curly headed boy looked at him. His eyes were so full of anger and rage that Kurt could almost feel his pain; as if His eyes told a story. And as much as Kurt would deny it, it was like he wanted to hear that story; but he knew better.
Days passed and with the help of his new friends, Kurt was growing slowly accustomed to the ways of Dalton. It's been a few days since that little incident in the mess hall but Kurt was slowly forgetting about it. Rodger showed him their library which was filled with old and new books that were obviously neglected and ignored. Then he showed him court, where most of the guys spent their time playing basketball and occasionally playing their very very dangerous version dodge ball. Rodger told Kurt that he would rarely go to the court because the games would usually end with someone getting hurt or an all out Losers vs. Winners Armageddon rough house. While Kurt observed the on goings in the court; he caught a glimpse of the curly headed boy in the side of the court, walking toward the very edge of the fences. He looked around as if checking if anyone was looking and walked behind this bushy area. Then Rodger pulled Kurt out of focus.
"Okay so last on our tour is my favourite place." Rodger waved his hands like a magician and said "- The cove."
" The cove? Whats the cove?" Kurt laughed, imitating his roommates funny hand gestures.
"You'll see." Rodger smiled, walking back inside the building.
Kurt glanced again at the spot he saw the curly headed boy but he was gone; Nowhere to be seen. He walked in and followed Rodger, telling himself to ignore what he saw and telling himself that he was just imagining things.
"So basically this is where I spend most of my time." Rodger pushed open a huge door and a large shady green area with concrete pavements, benches, lampposts and railings came to view.
" They built this place cause some of the contributors believed that open areas, going on walks, nature, fresh air and shit like that are therapeutic or whatever. Some come here to just walk and think, some bring their guitars, sit in a circle and sing like hippies starting a revolution." Rodger pointed to a group of boys singing and playing. "but me, I come here to skate." Said Rodger as he pulled out a grey beanie from his pocket and fixing it on his head, leaving a few strands of his gracefully unruly brown hair sticking out at the front.
"You skate?"
"Yeah. I've been skating since I was 11; fractured a few bones because of it." He laughed as if fracturing a bone was a funny thing. Then from a few feet away Kurt saw a few guys with their skateboards doing tricks on a railing. "Is that Leo?" Kurt pointed out at the boy who was currently attempting to jump over the railing on his board. Rodger nodded, before calling out his brother. Leo approached the two, holding two boards. "Hey Kurt, did you see me? I was totally shredding that." Leo said proudly, giving one of the two the boards he was holding to Rodger.
"You looked like a whale trying to climb a tree, Leo." Rodger teased, as he rejected the board.
"Jeez bro, Im working on it." Said Leo before noticing the declined board, "You're not skating?"
"Well I can't just ditch Kurt, now can I lil' bro? That would be rude" said the older boy to Leo as if talking to a 3 year old. Leo rolled his eyes at Rodger and faced Kurt.
"You skate, Kurt?" said Leo.
"Do I look like I do?" Kurt said sarcastically, making both of the Taylor boys laugh. "But don't worry about me, Rodger. Go ahead. I got tons of homework anyway."
"You sure?" said Rodger after Leo made a comment about 'shitloads of homework'.
"Yeah yeah of course."
"Awesome. See ya later Kurt." Said the older Taylor as he and his brother skated away.
Kurt walked back into the school and felt the load of his homework from his messenger bag. He sighed upon the work he had to do until and idea popped in his head. Kurt made his way to the third floor, into a small corridor and pushed open a stained glass door. The late November breeze hit him and smile ran across his face. He was back in his little Eden, his own 'secret garden'. This place reminded him a lot of his mom when she was still alive. He remembered how she would always point out the different flowers to Kurt every time they would go on road trips to the country. He remembered how she would pick up the fallen flowers and put them in her little scrapbook and press them into the pages. He remembered how she dreamed of putting up her own garden filled with all the flowers from her little scrapbook and He remembered how that warm smile that appeared on her face every time she talked about her dream garden. That's why Kurt had always had a soft spot for gardens and flowers. He felt so calm, so safe, as if he was home. He sat down on the white bench and pulled out his homework. He sat down and finished everything with a calm heart and a calm mind.
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