Polar Opposite (boyxboy)

Part 2

Alex POV

 The school day goes on uneventfully. Mostly just teachers introducing themselves, as if we didn't know them from last year. I don't get homework, which is a plus. Not that I ever do it, but at least I don't feel guilty about it this way. I make my way to the cafeteria slowly. I don't usually eat lunch, but it's school rule that we at least spend our lunch periods either in the cafeteria or outside. Unless of course, you have a signed note from a teacher giving you permission to go to the library. But you can only get one if you have something to study for, and giving that it's the beginning of the year and all, it's obvious that I don't.

 As I shuffle through the hallway, Skye and a group of his friends pass me. They're laughing, flocking around him like pigs to mud. Very attractive mud.

Wait. What. No...I didn't think that. Whoop, beep bop, erase, rewind. I'm STRAIGHT. I like vagina. A certain vagina, to be precise. An image of her brilliant blue eyes flashes in my mind, and I involuntarily smile. This year, she'll be mine. I promise myself this. I spent the summer googling things like 'how to get out of the friend zone' and 'ten ways to tell if she likes you.' I'm ready. This year will be the year.

Of course...I tell myself that every year. But this time I mean it. Alex Cambrillo and Lyric Fields. It just sounds right.

 If it wasnt for that fucking Skye, I'm sure I would have asked her out already. But, it seems every time I get the chance he comes along and fucks it up. Sure, in front of her we play nice, pretend to be 'pals', But as soon as her back is turned, we're at each others throats once again. Sometimes literally. 

I feel someone bump my side and look up to see Lyric standing there, grinning. My throat tightens up.

"Alex! I havn't seen you in like...A week. Haha! Anywayyyss, How have you been?" She says, eyes bright and pure. She wears a black Miss May I shirt with red skinnies that match her fiery hair. I know for a fact that she wore that same shirt the last time I saw her. She tends to do that alot. She has her favorites and she may overwear them, but it doesn't matter because she's one of the only people I know who genuinely doesn't give a shit what people think of her. Anyway, I'd rather have a girl that cared more about the way she acted then they way she dressed.

"Hey Lyric." I smile softly. "I'm okay. Same old same old, y'know?" 

She winces sympathetically. She's the only person that knows about what really goes on at my home. More specifically, what happens when my dad drinks too much. Which, bascally, is all the time. She's witnessed a few of his freakouts and knows it takes a lot out of me to live there.

"I'm sorry..Hang in there, okay? Two more years and you're out of there and don't have to see or talk to him ever again if you don't want too." She grins reassuringly. 

I pretend to brighten up at the thought. "Yeah, two more years. I can do that," I don't mention that I don't have any money so even after I turn eighteen, I won't be able to support myself. And most people in this town won't hire minors. Some local superstition. I don't understand it, nor do I attempt to make an effort too. Why should I? Finding out why won't change anything. Maybe I can crash at someones house untill I have enough money to get my own place. The only problem with that is that most people can't put up with me for a while. At least while i'm sober. The only friends I have were met while I was high or drunk. I don't even remember half of them untill they text me the next morning, then laughing at me when I have no idea when I gave them my number. But, when I'm sober I tend to be pretty negative. I swear I'm not bitter, I just see them for what they are. Money hungry cowards.

Hah. My Memphis May Fire obession scares even me sometimes.

"Uhhh, Alex? I asked you a question." I'm interupted from my thoughts by Lyric. Shaking my head, I look at her. She bites her lip to supress a knowing smile.