"I told you that they can't do anything!" Roxanne laughed, sitting back in her chair. "Miss Page said that you have to go out to lunch. So I'll let you go, I won't waste your time anymore."
"Oh, okay, thank miss for the cookies for me, please." I smiled, picking up my backpack before walking out of the teachers office.
Everyone was already busy either in the library, eating outside, or getting food, so it was up to me now to decide what to do with my time. I needed to drop off some math homework, so I walked over to the right, seeing a couple random people I knew on the way.
As I was about to open the door, I noticed a police officer with someone with red hair next to him. The police guy had a beer belly, not too short or too tall, and his whole character was overpowered with the slim-fit teen next to him.
I was interested in why the police needed to be next to the guy, so I wandered over to the office, peering in to get the attention of one of the office ladies. "Oh, hello Kai. How are you?" She asked, beady eyes peering through her rectangle glasses.
"Hi...I uhm..." I stuttered, trying to find an excuse. I also wanted to hear what the guys in the office were so fussed about. "Have I already taken some paracetamol today?" I asked, thinking about my oncoming headache.
"Oh, no I don't think you have. Have you got a headache? Have you had some water?"
Shit. I couldn't hear the two men.
"Yeah, I have. I've had it all day, I know my mum would be okay with it."
"Alright then Kai. Oh, did Ryan get told off for calling you slurs earlier yet?"
That's when the boy with red hair stared at me. I finally caught his attention! So he's interested in the subject of slurs.
"Oh I don't think so. Teachers don't do much about it, to be honest. Walter started joining in too, him and Mary had a massive slur fight with me. I kind of just walked away." She handed me my paracetamol, and a plastic cup full of cold water from the water dispenser.
"Well, I'll try and remember that and report them." She smiled then closed the window on me.
No one would do anything. They're scared of those big bullies.
I sighed, taking the water and paracetamol, stepping 4 steps forward. I took a sip of water then took the drugs I was given, then snuck a peek at the teen. His face was now frustrated. Piercings all over his ears and through the top of his nose; between his eyes. His hair was a deep red/brown, a kind of mullet style like mine, but the tiniest bit longer at the back.
Suddenly, he peered at me, causing my face to flush red. I quickly rushed off to find a bin for the plastic cup, chucking it in before I opened the door to my maths classroom, knocking before entering.
"Mr Fisher, you've finally turned up with your homework, I presume!" My maths teacher's voice cheered, he knew I'd been determined to finish it after the week deadline. He was always so enthusiastic.
"Hello sir!" I replied. He was the first teacher I came out to, and he's supported me so much since. I walked over to a desk then pulled out my homework sheet, his face alight.
"I'll start marking this now! For now, would you like a head start on the next homework sheet?" He asked, and I closed my bag.
"No thanks, I think I'll be okay. Did you see the person at the office? Why's there a police man next to him?"
"Oh, that's Emerson. He's a bit violent and has a short fuse so that man's with him. He'll be joining tomorrow, I think he's in your classes, or at least he's in mine."
"How...violent is he?"
"Violent enough to put someone in hospital, I've heard." My heart stopped for a second. That boy that had just glared at me, possibly out of anger, put someone in hospital? "Well, have you got anywhere to go?"
"Oh, no I haven't. Why?"
"Would you like to spend your lunch time here? We could go over the subjects you're having trouble with if you'd like."
"Oh, sure yeah I'm free!" I smiled, sitting down at a table at the front, watching as he sorted through some sheets to find one that suited my knowledge. He put it down in front of me, so I pulled out a pen from my pocket and had a go at them, finding most of it hard but I got there in the end, and finished it.
He gave me a bright smile when I finished, my mouth full of my jam sandwich. "Wow, Kai you've improved so much!" He cheered, red pen in hand to mark my answers. "You make a few mistakes, but that's okay, these questions are tricky anyway."
I heard a knock at the door, so my heart pounded. I didn't want anyone to see me this comfortable with someone. So I finished my mouthful and tidied up my area, face flushing red.
"Ah, hello sir!" My maths teacher smiled as the big figure came in, and I shied away. "How can I help, Officer Quil?"
Officer?
I looked over, leaning back in my seat slightly. My entire body shivered.
The boy with red hair, the person who put someone in hospital, apparently, is at the door with this 'Officer Quil'. The two men started chatting more, then the boy got ordered to sit down, probably to talk through his sets in classes or receive some work.
He walked in, leather jacket fitted comfortably on his build, tight, ripped black jeans with black and white converse on his feet, and a nirvana band t-shirt. On the back of his jacket was Angel wings, spikes on his shoulders. There were a few illustrations of simple drawn eyes in white round his lower waist, painted onto the leather; I'd assume. Maybe he took art?
He had striking red eyes, which were soft yet fierce. Under his eyes was smudged eyeliner, and his hands were so beautiful and attractive. His nails were painted a dark matte red, and rings fitted on nearly each finger like Cinderella's slipper. He also had a tattoo between his left fingers, his ring and middle finger; from what I could see.
He suddenly noticed me, a switch turning on Inside of him it looked like. I gasped accidentally, covering my stupid mouth. That's not a nice first impression.
He wandered over to me, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He pulled out a chair next to me, sitting back comfortably. He looked so unbothered by everything going on, but that was probably because he had headphones in. He put his phone in front of himself on the desk, pulling open his Spotify playlist. He skipped a couple songs until MCR placed, then he smiled a bit and relaxed.
Maybe this boy was just misunderstood.
"Got a lighter?"
What?
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What did you say?" I asked, shocked by the sudden question.
"I asked if you had a lighter, Kai."
