highschool kings

1. always

Azi

Mistake. This must've been a big mistake! How is this possible! There has to be a mistake.

"The fuck..!" Saint shouts as he stand up from his seat, staring at the piece of paper in front of me. My fate written in blood red, bold numbers read out a sixty seven.

I don't cry, I want to, but I don't. Instead I think about where I could have gone wrong as a string of curses leaves saints mouth.

We had planned on passing this test which determined our partners for the rest of the term. But if Saint's number one and I'm not number two...who is?

"Sir?" I asked our chemistry teacher, Mr Hampton, whose busy marking some Juniors papers. He lifts his head up in acknowledgement of my question, "who was second? If saint's first-"

He cuts me off, putting down his pen, "Saint Andrews is not first,"

"What!" Saint and I shout in unison, "how can anyone get above a ninety nine?" Saint asks.

"I can," a figure walks up to saint, sly smile on his face as he shows saint the one hundred written in red in on his paper, he turns to Mr Hampton, "and may I say sir, it was quite a splendid paper, wouldn't you agree, saint Andrews?" He asked, still smiling.

"To hell with what the paper says, I'm not sitting with this bastered!" Saint grabs his back as he storms out of the mostly empty class room.

"He quite the individual, wouldn't you agree," he turns to me, "dear sister, your best friend is very...intense."

"Oh fuck of angel," I too grabbed my bag and followed saint out of the classroom. I found him in the next class room with Vinny and RJ as he explains the situation.

"So why don't you want to sit with the new guy, he's just been hear for a day, he couldn't have done anything bad in such a short space of time.could he?" I heard RJ ask as I approached my friends, scanning the area.

It was just us in the class room, plus some kids talking about the latest piece of work we've been so generously given by Mr Jones. God I hate that man.

Vinny has his legs up on one of the desks and his face glued to his phone, but he's listening to the conversation going on. That's just how Vinny is, he's always listening to us rant about a bad day or a failed test, even though he doesn't show it that much.

RJ is lying down on two desks messily pressed together, elbows propped up to keep their upper half half way up. They're watching saint as he paces around the classroom, complaining about what just happened.

"Well, how about 17 years of torture?" I say as I drop my bag on the floor and sit in the chair next to Vinny, crossing both legs as I get my notebook from my bag.

"How is that possible, unless....-" RJ starts and I quickly finish they're statement.

"We are twins."

With that statement, Vinny drops his phone, "shit! Wait, you have a brother? Wait, you have a twin!"

"Well I was going to say you knew each other in the past life but twins makes more sense." They say, fully lying down into a sleeping position.

"How is this the first time I'm hearing about this?" Vinny says, picking up his phone and checking for any cracks.

"We don't like people knowing were related, let alone twins."

"And how come saint knows?"

"That's a stupid question, even for you," I say getting the pen that resta behind his ear and start to scribble points for my campaign in my notebook. "He's my best friend dumbass."