The Eye-Patch Teen

Like A Superhero

There was something about that dream that changed me. I feel different. I feel solved I can't accept myself and me doing that pushes me away from people causing them to form their own opinions. Except for Calvin. There was something about him that intrigued me. I made it to the bathrooms. I went in and looked at my reflection and paused. I took my eyepatch off and stared. I haven't looked at my missing eye in a while. 

I washed my face and continued thinking. Why am I so intrigued with that boy people call me a freak... Maybe he's an outcast or one of those really annoyingly fake positive people. Shit, I hear someone coming. I quickly whipped my face with the shitty school paper towels. I then heard a burst of vulgar laughter, Shit it's Ethan. I'll admit it he has to be the one jock I'm scared of. Ethans like 6'4 ex-basketball player to football. With muscles galore. And yes I'm strong 6 pack and shit but I'm only 5'10... barely. No, wait let me rephrase that not much scares me he more or less intimidates me a lot but I'm not horrified of him. 

I gasped and swiftly dashed to the door, "Shit my eye." I muttered and turned to see an eye-patch hanging on the edge of the sink. I turn to the door by the final sink then Bang the bathroom door slams into the left side of my face. My nose began to bleed crimson blood that quickly leaked to my chin. 

Both of the tall-built jocks burst0 into the restroom then looked at me up and down then Ethan said, "Sorry pirate freak." I started to quiver I'm not feeling my fight back... I...I... I'm intimidated.  "Did you lose the ability to speak creep?" I wanted to respond with the phrase "Ability is a big word for you, Ethan." But nothing came out. The second no-named jock pushed me to the floor. The first one was getting ready to punch me. I quickly blocked to get prepared for another scarp.  

Then like a superhero Calvin calmly walked in. I don't think he was expecting anyone to be in here. He quickly observed the situation as the Ethan and the jock looke at eachothe and yelled, "Yo dick faces back the hell up." They looked at eachother then  Ethan said, "Do you think we're scared of you Tinkerbelle?" "Ok! Jockstrap talks to me when you're not failing and you and your deadbeat of a father are off financial aid. Listen hear Ethan your pure evillness like bad sex game now get the fuck out of here!"

 The jocks were speechles, Ethan said, "Get the hell out of here new kid your a crazy freak wait till the whole school hears about this." Calvin went silent a scary silence in my head his eyes faded with black like a pissed of anime character, Calvin smirked, the let out wicked and laughed, "Ethan Josh?  You wanna see crazy? Ill show you crazy." Calvin cracked his neck then his fingers loudly. The jocks backed away towards me Calvin then screeched, "Get the hell outta or ill fuckn' kill you!" As they ran out the door Ethan stuttered, "Thi.. this isn't over love birds." 

I shouted to them, "Wait before you go." I kissed my hand and flipped him off. He grunted in anger and defeat as the door closed. I was still on the floor Cal came up to me and reached his hand out, "Are you okay?" 

"Uhh yeah, thanks." Jeez I havent heard that in awhile.

"Oh here!" He ran to the running sink and pulled my soaked eyepatch out. It must've fallen in through all the comotion.  He gave it to me and I struggled to put it on. He helped me when he was touching my face I felt safe and protected like I can do anything with him. His hands were soft cloud like to the touch. 

"You look great." Calvin remarked. "Thanks, Calvin." He turned away I looked in the mirror he had a heavy smile filt with pride. I wish I could feel that. "What class do you have now?" I said totally not trying to learn his scedule. Jeez guess the stalker faze never died. "Umm choir." He said with a cute smile. I then snickered, "Cal. Choir?" Cal scratched the back of his head then said, "I promise you I can sing umm hold on he cleared his throat  then asked, "Michael do you know uhhh hmm firework by Katy Perry?" I nodded. 

He cleared his throat once more, "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag. Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin? Like a house of cards, one blow from cavin' in?" I put my left hand up to stop him I felt like Simon Cowell from America's got talent.

I stood there in a little disbelief. The only person I heard sing was Kara and Malika and my mom. See my mom never sounded that bad honestly for my mom 6 out of 10 if she practiced shed be atleast an 8. While Kara is a stong 7 Ive heard her sing from her room even though she never admits  it. While hohoho Malika sounded like chalkboard underneath my nail then being scratched with them. I can kinda sing but more agressive metal shit... Calvins been staring at me for about a minute now. 

  "Michael hello? How was it?" He asked desperate for my approval he was staring at me with puppy eyes practically forced me to say, "Cal... it was really good man. You sound like if Panic Of The Disco and Ariana Grande had a baby but it has a slight chance to be someone in the Green Day band. But you didnt have the best performing space because number 1 this is the school resroom and behind you in that stall is either a guy getting some pussy or taking a massive shit. Otherwise it was good."