Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 2- The Music Mash Project

Sam

I open my eyes from a deep sleep, slowly, not like they do in movies where their eyes snap open and they jump out of bed. I lie awake for a while, preparing myself for the cold that instantly hits me the moment I get out of bed. I quickly get dressed trying to gain back warmth. I throw on the usual dark blue jeans, black shirt and grey hoodie with a question mark. It's already late so I grab my bag and a piece of toast on the way out. I shout a goodbye - because no one really says goodbye anymore - and a have a nice day as I close the door. I know that no one will reply but I still hope they have a nice day. It is a cold Autumn Tuesday which makes me glad that I chose a hoodie, it keeps me particularly warm from harsh gale breezes. It's only a ten minute walk to school, but I still take longer, quicker strides as I munch on my toast, and reach school in half the term, finishing my toast. I make a quick detour to the shop for a bottle of water but still make it to form with three minutes to spare before the bell goes. I sit in my usual spot by the window and lean my had against the glass as I wait for Alex to arrive. Alex being short for Alexander the fourth, named after his father and his father and his father before that. His name was the very reason we became friends. On the first day in year seven when his name was called out he replied, "It's actually Alexander the fourth, but I prefer Alex if you please,". It earned him a few sniggers and strange looks but when Mr Havilar told us to do our own thing for the last ten minutes after he gave us our timetables, I walked over and sat down next to him in this very seat and introduced myself as "Sam the first, short for Samantha but not really". From then on we've been best friends. I like to think that's all you really need in the world. A best friend who supports you through and through.

Alex walks through the door and picks his way through other student in our form towards me, flopping onto his chair. He turns to me, an excited smirk playing on his face. I can tell he wants me to ask what's up but I refuse to give in, and we end up having a staring contest to see who will break first. I always win and today is no exception, but it ends faster than usual which lets me know that something is very different. I scan his face, looking for any changes, but I can't decipher anything.

"Fine, you win, again. Anyway, guess what?" he says, still smirking.

"You're still a rock star?" I reply, bringing up his favourite song from year seven.

"Ha ha, very funny my amusing friend. But no, today's news is big, bigger than ever before," he says this everyday but this time I know it' different.

"Well go on then, I know you're dying to talk," I say, removing my head from against the window. He leans in closer like he's got some big secret that the world will never know.

"You know Cara?" Off course I know Cara, it's the girl he's been dating on and off for the past six months, they like the same movies and bands and are basically perfect for each other. I don't know why they break up and get back together, they should just stay together. I nod and encourage him to go on.

"We did it last night at my house. Virgin boy is no longer!" I've never understand what's so great about sex, but, as I follow the bro code like any other guy, I clap and congratulate him on his "wonderful achievement". I make a joke about if he used protection because we wouldn't want little Alexander the fifth and sixth's running around, to which he laughed and replied that they did. I really am happy for him though, because he's happy and everyone deserves that kind of happiness that makes them grin 24/7. Mr Havilar walks in and sits down to take the register, everyone calls out a "here sir" or "yes sir" when their name is called, me included.