Why do I only ever see you when it's dark?

Thomas

Clovis POV:

Do you ever think about some one constantly, someone you don't know, haven't heard, seen or touched? That is what I do on a daily basis, I'm letting life float by thinking about when they will arrive. It's scary isn't it? That someone could be so tied to you, so connected. And although I spend my days pitifully waiting on her, him, whoever. I have this unnerving feeling like someone is eating my intestines from the insides out, as if a worm burrowed into my heart and was set on destroying me. Like a warning, an alarm bell that I can't hear or maybe I do. Maybe I want to ignore it, wilfully ignorant. Heh... they couldn't be that bad surely?

Finally looking down through the window, I spotted my friends, there was Thomas a blonde, pale kid. His freckles are lightly dotted on his face and arms, I could see them from up here. The light of the Wisconsin sun settling on him , shone his hazel eyes.
Then there was Chasin, he was a loud mouth red head with a cigarette stuffed into the corner of his mouth. And as exhausting as he was we had been friends since we were six. So I suppose I should be used to him. There was Hugo, a brooding tall guy with mousy hair like my own. But since the argument we haven't seen much of him.

"Clove" the supply teacher boomed smiling showing of her sharp smile, bulging her eyes out of her ridiculously big head. Clearing my throat and tearing my eyes from my friends below me I muttered, "Clovis, miss, my name is Clovis"

She smiled wickedly once more and strode up to me, making a point out of slamming her red heels against the flooring. She leant her pear shaped frame down to me, and tilted her head ,"well Clovis. Sir. You do understand the work you should be doing is not out of this window? Don't you?" She scoffed and dramatically lifted her body and gently giggled maniacally, as I pulled my lips into my mouth and licked them ,uncomfortable. Shifting to look around the class room she harshly gulped realising that nobody was laughing with her.

"Well.." she she contorts her face to an angry expression, "You have 10 minutes of the lesson left, the least you could do is read section A and B." She pushes her eyes back into her thick skull and storms back to the front of the class.

Ten minutes could not have gone slower, I was ever waiting for the minute hand to make a full trip around the clock. Just waiting...and waiting. Until finally, the bell screamed alarming us that we can leave or so we thought. As if she wanted to seem more of an cliché the teacher screeched louder than the bell, "I don't think I dismissed you class." Despite her pleas for attention everyone in the class left - me being one of the first.

I tiredly pulled my body along the college hallway, occasionally shifting my eye to someone and giving them a nod of approval. Dragging my eyes upwards to actually navigate my body, a girl in my Biology class. Cyrene was her name. She had black hair and black eyes. Her frame was delicate and her coal-coloured hair reached her mid spine , she blended in to the rest of the college and so I never really noticed her until she found her way talking to Thomas. He seems to like her and they seem happy, which is great but I guess Hugo didn't. I didn't pay any attention to her and simply kept trudging through the hallway.

Reaching the door the the courtyard after walking down the spiral stairs that my college placed in a few years back and ignoring the choir of jocks screaming excitedly and lockers slamming, I walked through the glass door. Greeted with cheers of my friends as they both clamoured over each other to reach me. Thomas had a cake pop stuffed into his greedy mouth, grinning wildly and making crumbs of food drop to this flat chin. His black eyes gleamed at me pleading for attention like some kind of puppy.

Then there was Chasin who was standing acting cool next to Thomas, cigarette no longer any to be seen. His green eyes pierced me, looking my scrawny body up and down, judging. He was a muscular guy, Chasin, took his physical mass as a value of himself. He is stronger and there fore superior to my skinny body or Thomas' stout one. I never took any notice of his need to be more important or more powerful than the rest of us. I suppose it was his way.

"Clovis, you want one?" Chasin grumbled toward me while holding his pack of cigarettes. I nodded sliding one out with my nimble fingers and shuffled to the bench in the middle of the area. Lighting the stick of bodily harm and breathing in, I took a glance around my surroundings. Four tall white buildings with windows spread across them surrounded the growth of land. The area has small paths to get to the buildings and the grass had small flowers blooming as a sign of the coming spring. There were two trees on opposite sides of the courtyard and benches underneath their shade. In the centre of the courtyard was a extravagant fountain and the one and only, Hugo Morrison perched on the sides cleaning his round glasses.

Breathing in again and clearing my throat, I turn to face my friends, "Do you think Hugo is going to talk to us." I inquired.

Both of my friends shifted uncomfortably until Thomas looked up and uttered out , " I don't think so. It's my fault he's mad at me." Unfazed I shook my head gently at the panda-personalised boy in front of me. I dragged my eyes away from Thomas and looked to my red headed friend and he opened his mouth as if to speak then closed it and sighed, sitting beside me, Unusual.

Pupils came and passed through the court yard as we spoke. Suddenly two particular students passed through and Thomas perked up from his position and scrambled to his feet. Hugo from this distance looked over at Thomas and rolled his eyes then continued to read his book in his usual silence.
Chasin let out a familiar "tch" and nudged my side and nodded toward the sight.

Uriana and Cyrene sauntered through the west door.

Uriana was a quiet girl, she gave smiles generously to everyone in the school but kept toward Cyrene and didn't really respond to many other advances to people. She was black with vitiligo going up her proportioned face. Her hair was a gorgeous mass of twisting curls and twirling coils. Her eyes where a deep green and her lips were plump.

Cyrene upon the sight of Thomas bounding up to her smiled -shivers ran up my back- and used her graceful hand to push his face so she could kiss his pale cheek and leave her red lipstick smeared onto him. The two girls walked past us, with now alove sick puppy following close behind. Cyrene motioned her head toward me gently and slimmed her eyes at me, smirked, and turned away.

And with that, he was gone.