Hurricane of Glass | GonKillu

Chapter 2

(KILLUA'S pov)

I quickly made my way to the drama room, I think near the music wing, with a skip in my step I suddenly tripped over thin air: barley catching myself, almost getting a faceplant into the dirty, smudged... all out GROSS tile that probably has dozens of microcolonies with millions of bacteria, definitely something bad in there... waiting to make me sick with small amounts of methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus or even Clostridium difficile, I shiver at the almost severe end to the potential drama kid, and carry on my way. To distract my mind from the intrusive thoughts of how my whole body isn't even mine, it's made of a whole trillion or so microorganisms that made me not even my own person but only a host for more bacteria than humans on earth, I thought of how It was exciting to know that I might be a part of the play: maybe even the lead! No- idiot, I can't be the lead- i haven't attended drama class or even camp... I sigh to myself at my reasoning, a part of me wanting to be the star. Soon enough I talked to the drama director, Dr. Hamilton, about the play, it turns out it's Romeo and Juliet- I also asked when auditions were, she gave me an ice cold glare that would freeze over hell certainly, and announced that the role of some trees, a rock, Romeo and Juliet were open. Should I apply for Romeo? No- yes- ugh! Ill ask Gon, he'll know for sure! After that I checked the time on my phone screen and realized I was gonna be late for work- shit-!

I must be the luckiest, unluckiest man in the world because my job was close to the school but there were some kids who skip school that hung around there, always giving me death glares- yay, I love It when people want me dead! All jokes aside, it was a small cafe in the middle of the city, its twin establishment across the town near the border had way much better service, which the manager always complained about.... and I always had to comfort the man, a 17 year old Junior comforting the manager of one of his of his part-time jobs. Like, what 45 year old divorced man cries like a toddler in a temper tantrum-! Damn- Still, I quickly made my way over and went through the back door that led to a small break room for the employees, I looked left and right, all around: even in the ceiling for anyone to tell me I'm a second or so late- ... nope, safe for now. Before I wasn't safe anymore. I quickly stamped my card in the old sign in thing that seriously needed to be put out of commission because of how old and poorly kept it was, sighing a breath of deep relief, now feeling the guilt of being caught is now off my back. Approaching near the door, there was a colony of evenly spaced 9 x 9 tiny like cube snapped lockers that we would put our smaller belongings in like wallet or keys or if we were wearing a sweater, I always wanted to put stickers on mine to make it fun, but apparently its 'destruction of company' property or something dumb like that-

I folded and put my sweater inside along with the keys to my apartment grabbing the small white apron on, tying it around my waist tightly, it smelled like old coffee grinds and even had the slight brown residue marking as a stain on the right side bottom corner of the apron- if I wouldn't be fired if I didn't wear this unclean bacteria-holding clothe, I'd burn it infront of everyone in the cafe- no, you know what- I'd burn ALL OF THOSE FUCKING PIECES OF DISEASE- Oh- I inhale deeply in and out. My old therapist, when I could afford one, said that I had to control myself the best I could if I had to work literally anywhere: I was easily agitated by stuff I couldn't control, she said. But, she also got arrested for drug use- so- probably means nothing.

I walked out to the small cafe and as one of my coworkers, Julian, I think, saw me he stepped out to go home as I was taking over his shift. Julian always has his shift over right before one of the FRIDAY DINNER RUSH- that's not even the worst part, I'm supposed to work the ship AFTER my other coworker Anne, but she always skips off and has me covering for her-! I can't say no, because she knows my sexuality and she can tell the kids that go to my school! I'd die if Gon found out, or even Zushi or worse ... my family. They are literally the personification of homophobic, god- with a deep and heavy sigh I started by taking people's orders in the register and quickly making them. I always have a bright face on, so then people give me tips for readiness, enthusiasm and being relatable and making them up the tip amount with guilt tripping, even though it is all true its still for my benefit of getting more money. Psychological tricks, I know, bad right? Well, I'm a 17 year old kid working three jobs that barely get my siblings and I by, what do you expect.