it's the weather, man // prinxiety

Chp. Two: Sunny Day

Content Warnings: swearing, mention of overheating, mention of injury, alcohol intake, mention of alcohol, getting drunk, various alcohols are mentioned,  mention of s*x, rejection

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray"

The sun cast a bright ray of sunlight down onto the pavement and the sidewalk, practically heating it up. The heat from the sun was almost blinding as Virgil Reese crossed the street on a fine Tuesday morning. A bead of sweat already on his forehead, having to rush himself out of bed, his alarm broken so suddenly, sweat threatening to fall down his cheeks and chin. He had a tired expression on his sweaty face, it was just the start of the day yet he already felt so drained. The sun wasn't helping either it was just making everything worse. Virgil let a sigh as he reached for his bag's side pocket to only groan in mild annoyance at himself, he was sure he had packed a water bottle when he had rushed, where did it go? A frustrated sigh escaped his dry mouth, venturing inside the school's campus to stay out of the heat.

It was like any other Tuesday: only a few students came early due to unfinished assignments or projects, only a few students loitering around the school. There was no noise only a static sound that reminded Virgil of white background noise when their television was broken about a month ago, he let a groan of annoyance escape his chapped lips at the heat. Sweat trickled his pale skin, eyes tired from the heatwave, everything was just so much: the heat, the people, even this shirt he was wearing instead of his usual hoodie or long sleeves. He felt so naked without fabric covering his arms, he felt so open and noticeable, fearing he would attract a crowd or something far worse, having to SOCIAL INTERACT.

Wait, wasn't his hoodie with-?

Virgil sighed, taking the first step into the main hallway. He looked around only to roll his eyes, wishing he didn't see anything. His fellow 'Dwelcians' were all either wearing tank tops, loose tops, short shorts, fishnets, or clothing that were exposing more than needed. Virgil let a strained sigh out, hearing the first warning bell. Ding, ding, ding! The same cheery voice from Monday said, ringing through the hallways again. First warning bell, Dwelcians!

Virgil grunted, the sweat that was tickling his skin was getting a bit irritating. Virgil wiped at his forehead, cringing at the sweat that piled up on the hand he used to wipe it. He let another tired grunt out, he wished he had packed a handkerchief for today.

"Woah, there, Heat Stroke." Virgil rolled his eyes, getting his books. He just got to his locker, did Adams really have to make a comment immediately? "You look like your going to pass out any second now."

Virgil mumbled, shutting his locker door shut with a grunt, not bothering to look at Roman as he headed for his first-class that Tuesday morning. "I'm fine, fuck off."

00:00

Virgil tried to stay focus on his first-class; Algebra, but he couldn't. He felt his shirt stick to his skin due to the sweat, he felt it stick to his skin so sickly that all he wanted to do was go take a shower and relief himself of the sticky sweat. Virgil felt his head get light then heavy, vision blurring then doubling. I'm overheating, Virgil thought to himself, slowly looking down at his notepad that had stained sweat. Virgil sighed, cursing at the school and its malfunction at the air conditioner on the hottest day in the school year. It was such a contrast to yesterday's rain - so cold and so calming, today was like a taste test of hell.

Virgil looked around in his class, everyone was wearing so little clothing. One girl who Virgil remembered to be named Vanessa was wearing a yellow spaghetti strap matching it with white shorts that barely covered her thighs. Another girl who Virgil had the pleasure to meet was Avery, she wore a pleated skirt with the school's button up but it was tied into a small knot - exposing her tattoo-covered belly. Virgil regretted not taking his mother's advice that day, he should have just worn something else. And worse of it, he didn't have any water or anything to wipe the sweat off his face.