Not much story to this part. So it has two pieces YAAAYY!

At school on Monday, rather than sitting by the rest of The Class of '13, Christian sat at a different table alone. I glanced at him through a window outside. I walked in and kept my hood up until a teacher told me to put it down. I did, then put it back on when she walked away. The strands of hair that weren't covered by it, dangled wet from the rain outside. It'd been raining on and off all day, varying in heaviness. When I got to warm, I took off the sweatshirt and started wringing out the damp sleeves. I looked over at Christian. His eyes were locked on something, his jaw clenched, hands held so tight in fists they shook.

"Damn." Nicole said when she followed my gaze.

"What?" I asked.

"I've never seen one of these get so hot before." She said. Tyler nodded.

"Did anything happen on Halloween or in the last two weeks?" He asked. "This has to be a triggered one, he never gets like this 'just because'."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"The infernos." Angel said setting her lunch tray down and taking a seat. "You haven't been with us that long, and you got lucky. Christian usually bursts at least twice a month."

"Infernos?" I asked.

"That's what we nicknamed them." Theo explained. "Christian has anger issues. He takes pills and everything. That why he gets like this. It takes forever to cool him down. It's a nightmare to be around him." I glanced back at Christian.

"I got under the grip
Between the modern hell
I got the rejection letter in the mail

And it was already ripped to shreds" He sang through gritted teeth.

"Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno" Everyone at the table sang. I got up and walked over to him. He didn't even flinch. I reached out and touched his fist.

"Seasons in a ruin and
This bitter pill is chased with blood
There's fire in my veins

And it's pouring out like a flood"

"Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno" I could hear them back at the table.

"Christian?" I asked. He stood up so fast his chair fell over. Then he whipped around enough for you to hear it and walked away angrily without even glancing at me. I just walked him leave.

I went through the last few periods of my day like that. Dazed and worried about him. I saw him after school. It was a weird kind of humid for mid-November. Yet Christian still wore his leather jacket and sweatshirt with fingerless gloves. He walked at a brisk pace and it was hard to keep up with him. The sky was blue-grey and the sun had a lazy shine, making the two together made the air thick and sticky. The clouds were swollen with rain, like a pregnant lady carrying twins two weeks overdue. All day I'd wanted to shout, "Just fucking downpour already!" at the clouds. But instead it just went on and off, on and off. Stupid bipolar rain clouds.

"This diabolic state
Is gracing my existence
Like a " Christian sang.

"Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno" Theo sang from the sidewalk opposite to us. He crossed to a different street. I was going to miss my bus, but I needed to know what was wrong with Christian. He was there for me, I wanted to do the same for him. I finally caught up to him and stayed by his side.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. Christian scoffed.

"A lot of things." He sneered. "I don't need to tell you."

"And I didn't need to tell you about my dad." I shot back. "But I did."

"I never asked to be your shoulder to cry on." Christian spat.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I shouted. He didn't respond.

"Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno
Woah Christian's inferno" I sang.

"Leave me alone." He muttered. I grabbed him by the shoulder forcing him to stop.

"Just tell me what's wrong." I said. Christian turned away and I tried forcing him to look at me. He turned around and his hand hit me clear across the face, hard. I fell back and hit the ground. I could feel my cheek swelling up and I touched a finger to my lip and pulled it back with blood. I glared at him getting off the ground and running towards my bus stop. I never looked back.

By the time I got home it was raining hard. A small bruise was forming on my cheek already. The phone rang and I changed into a tank top.

"Gloria! Phone for you." My mom shouted. I picked up the phone by my bed as she hung up the other line.

"Hello?"