3 Empty Seats, a Burgatley Rewrite

CHAP 2, Current Day.

CURRENT DAY, 10th grade.

It was Will's sophomore year of HighSchool, and he wasn't really enjoying it so far. Eyebags clung to his lower eyelids, and his hair was dark and a mess. He wore this same black zip-up jacket paired with a grey turtle neck. He was already at the bus stop, sitting down on the bench, when riley came up and sat next to him. As always. Riley had shortish-blonde messyish hair, always wearing some black slipknot Tshirt. He hunched forward slightly.
"So, Will. How's uh, how's highschool going for you?" Riley asked, adjusting his shirt collar a bit.
"You know it sucks. That Roule guy is on me 24/7. Gator calms him down luckily enough, but he's still a little bit of a b-" Will was cut off by someone's hand being firmly placed on his shoulder from behind. Will shuddered, and slowly look back.
"Sup, Willy boy? Funny name." Roule spoke gruffly, leaning down next to Will's ear. He laughed abruptly.
"Itsnotreallythatfunnybutwhatever." The person behind Roule spoke. Maxwell. Riley butted in.
"Hey, Buzz off Roule. We don't need your body spray and flakey hair on our backs right now." Riley snarled, standing up from the bus stop bench. Maxwell quietly snickered.
"Ohh, come on, the little bleach-blonde boy is gonna take the honor as the 'main character'?" Roule snapped back, lightly cupping his own face in a mocking manner. Maxwell walked up behind Roule, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. He was wearing a letterman jacket with his last name embroidered on the back, reading "MONTGOMERY". That name had gotten him the nickname Monty around the court.
"Hey, uh, Roule? The bus is coming up the road, and we don't need to get ISS again. Lay off." Monty muttered, elbowing him in the ribs. Roule lightly yelped.
"Dude, come on 'Gator!' You're no fun. We didn't even get to, in MY words, bash their heads into the pavement!" Roule lightly elbowed Monty back. Monty had gotten the nickname gator after an incident where he tried gator balls at some restaurant, and got food poisoning. Their football team lost because he was out sick. Now everyone won't let him sleep on it, and call him gator.
"I just don't feel like sitting around in a room all week. You can beat them up later." Monty spoke through clenched teeth, motioning to the bus that was pulling up. Roule scoffed, and walked up to the bus doors. Hopping on, and walking to the back. Roule still had pink in his hair, now paired with a mostly natural blonde color, just with a strip of pink through the front. A red letterman jacket paired with tight blue jeans. Monty quickly followed behind, rushing to sit next to him. Monty was still rather short, being only a rough 5'3", but was still the star player of the football team. He also wore a red letterman jacket, and had rough blonde stubble on his face. Also having ruffled up, short blonde hair. Will and Riley exchanged glances, and then got on the bus. In an attempt to sit as far away from Roule as possible, they sat in the front seats. Snickering quietly.
"Hey, how much do you wanna bet that that Monty guy secretly can't see much? Probably secretly has those uh- weird half frames glasses." Will said, snickering into his hand. The bus was rather quiet, except for the ruckus in the back. Their voices were hearable.
"Pssh, maybe. He looks like some nerd that just got thrown into the sport. Surprised he's good." Riley nodded, agreeing with Will. Some sort of curse flew out of Monty's mouth from the back of the bus. Maybe he heard.
"Shhshhh! Remember, gotta be careful about what we say here. Let's just text." Will said, pulling out his phone. Riley nodded, and started typing.

7:39, Riley — funny how this bus is so quiet
7:40, Riley — and yet it's still so loud cuz of the back

so real — 7:40, Will

7:40, Riley — bro why that Roule mf be looking like this guy

STOPPP SHUTBUP HE DOES — 7:40, Will

Will and Riley snickered while texting eachother, exchanging glances of happiness. Giggling about stupid stuff and crazy frog.

After about 15 minutes of driving, the bus came to a stop. Will and Riley got off first, being in the very front, and rushed out to their lockers. Being quick enough to not get caught up with Roule again. They slammed some stuff into and out of their lockers, quickly rushing up to their classes. Giggling. First class was Civics with Mr.Chambers, so they ran over to room 540. Entering to see a disgruntled face.

"You're awfully early. Just sit down, I gotta go get coffee." Mr.Chambers grumbled, as he left the room. Riley and will sat down together, giggling a bit again. Eventually, people flooded in. Including their friends Princeton, and Steph. Steph was a tall girl, with long blonde hair, and a green hoodie. She mostly just drew a lot. Steph sat infront of Will. Princeton was a British boy, with rather large blonde hair. He wore a white collared shirt and suspenders. Like a Britt. He sat next to Will. But then, Monty entered. Monty's seat was infront of Riley, inconveniently. He exchanged harsh eye contact with the other blonde, before sitting down. Dropping his bag next to his table. Mr.Chambers reentered the room.

"Alright class, today, I'm tired, so I'm just gonna pop in a movie. Take notes, we're writing a review later." Mr.Chambers mumbled, as he projected Hercules (the Disney movie) onto the board. Monty seemed to actually pay attention for once. Movies catch his attention. Will and Riley whispered.

"Isn't Hercules the one with the weak heel??" Riley whispered.
"Dude no, that's Achilles." Will whispered back. They giggled a bit about that.

"Will and Riley in the second row, quiet down." Mr.Chambers hollered out, before putting his head back down on his desk. They snickered a tiny bit more, before they paid attention again. The class ended along with the movie, and they all poured out. Riley and Monty made eye contact again. Riley could have sworn that Monty whispered something under his breath about Riley having a problem, but he didn't want to start anymore drama with the jocks, so Riley stayed quiet.

CHAPTER 2, end.
Word count — 1059.