The Blackphone

Griff

It's been a week since the fight incident. Now I cant go out without my brothers watching me and within the week, all of the rooms got painted and we bought bed frames and drawers but that doesn't matter cause it's now my first day of school.

"Atlas get your ass up, we got school" I slap my brother awake. Atlas is a VERY deep sleeper so if I don't hurt him in the morning, he won't get up.

I return to my room and get dressed. I wore a sweater and shorts. I grabbed my backpack and connect my Walkman to my shorts, hanging the headphone around my neck. I go to the bathroom brush my teeth and do my hair.

I run downstairs to see Atlas dressed but passed out on the couch. I shake him Violently "we gotta go, or else we'll be late"

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We were late. "Maybe if you didn't take so long getting all pretty we'd be here on time" my brother blamed me. "Says the one that doesn't know how to wake up on his own."

"This is probably better for us anyways" I say as I walked into the front office. "Uh We are here for our schedule" I say to the lady who was typing away on her computer.

"Names please" "y/n and Astlas L/N" i tell her as my brother bit his nails anxiously. She typed away on her computer then printed our schedules.

"Here you go, now run off and look for you lockers and classes" she says, shooing us away with her hand. We left and walked down the hall soon parting ways to find out lockers. Grades with separated by halls so I walked to the sophomore hall which was painted red.

Before I head to class I find my locker, number, 7741? Same number as the house Nanook kept barking at.

Cool

I unlock it with my locker combination which was printed on the paper. I put my Walkman in it along with my headphones. I shut it then go to my bag to grab a sticket Not and cover my locker number with it.

I then head to class. Class room US-8. I knock until I hear a soft "come in" coming from a soft female voice. I walk in and all eyes are on me. "Uhm Hi are you Ms.Bussier?" I ask reading my schedule.

"Yes and you must be Y/N L/N?" She questions as I walked towards her. I nod "well we are talking abt a project we will be having in the future but you can introduce yourself before I continue on" she explains to me then moves back to make the stage mine.

"Oh uhh, I'm Y/N, I moved here from H/T(home town) and I hope we can be friends" I say cringing at myself saying the basic stuff, should've At least made my entrance stand out but oh well.

People then started to whisper "that's the girl that fought Vance" "saw her pin him to the ground" "that was crazy" they all whispered.

I didn't fight him, if anything I stopped it.... Until the police came and took us to the station. "Well shush down class, why don't you sit next to Griffin in the back, Griffin stand please" the teacher says pointing at a boy with curly short blonde hair .

"Ooh shes sitting next to ghost boy" "still cant believe she beat pinball Vance" these kids suck at whispering.

And who the fuck is Vance?

I make my way to the boy and sit next to him. "Hi, I'm Griffin but you call me Griff" he had his out "you know my name already" I shake his hand. "Heard what you did to Vance that was pretty cool, Vance was so mad when I called him" he says while chuckling.

"Who's Vance!" "The dude you pinned at the store"

Oh

"You're his friend?!" I am shocked since Vance seems to be this scary heated blondey and Griff seems more like a funny nice guy. "Yeah, I guess when you're both forced in a basement together, you start to grow a bond" he explains.

Huh, why were they in a basement together, sounds weird. "What were y'all playing?" I lay my head on the desk facing the blonde.

"Naughty boy"

"Weird, never heard of it. Maybe you'll show me how to play sometime" I say as he looked daze. Maybe naughty boy is a scary game. He seemed really out of it though, it was concerning since he was happy a minute ago.

"Hey are you okay? We don't have to play that game If you don't want to, I mean there are plenty of other games out there" I raise my head and nudge him.

"Yeah, let's play a different game"

And that was the last sentence he said until we paid attention to the lesson.