The Angel's Delinquent

December 7th & 8th.

Sapnaps POV:

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I wake up feeling like shit.

My head feels as if it's been busted open, and I'm sweating but freezing at the exact same time, like waking up from a nightmare typa ordeal.

The sun blinded me slightly as it beamed through the window onto my face, pissing me off. I groan under my breath and attempt to raise my hand to shield my face, but something was weighing that arm down.

I turn my head slightly to see Karl Jacobs curled up next to me, laying right next to my torso with his arms resting on my chest, my arm trapped underneath with my hand against the small of his back.

He seems peaceful, even with the sun enveloping his face. He was still asleep, breathing in a slow rhythmic pace I probably couldn't slow down to, his hair shifted around crazily on his face and his smile lines prominent now that he had rested his normal full teeth smile into a gentle grin.

That smile.

My mind drifts, and suddenly I'm in 9th grade again. History was sucking ass and the teacher was a know-it-all bigot. He sat strumming his fingers on his desk and the entire time I wanted to burn it, but of course I couldn't. Because this was Mr Rowely. Ma's 15th boyfriend.

I spent the entire lesson glaring at him, my hands clenched into tight fists. Who the fuck did he think he was? Dating students Mom's. Fucking man whore, someone should put him in his place.

I'm cut from that amusing train of thought when there's an annoying snicker behind me. I glance over my shoulder to see Jason Parks, the brain dead quarter back poking the boy next to him with a pencil, trying to gain a reaction.

The boy next to him was oddly familar, but in a small shitshow town like this everyone was. Only difference was this boy carried on reading, not giving Jason the time of day, that only seemed to piss him off more.

"Whats your problem?" Jason hisses "I'm trying to be nice here."

I grit my teeth at that, realising exactly what type of person Jason Park's really was. Fucking great. Just what this school needed.

The boy next to him finally looks up, and suddenly I remeber exactly who he was. 8th grade biology. He glances over to Jason, and gives this weary, tired smile before returning to his book.

He took the fall for me. With a ring and a bunsen burner. I had been on the hunt for him for the next week, pretty damn embarrassed because all my friends where taking the piss sayin he was my boyfriend or whatever, but I found out pretty quickly he had been suspended, so I made the decision to leave the poor kid alone.

Seems like trouble seemed to follow him however, considering Jason was getting more violent by the second with his pencil pokes. For whatever reason I could feel feverish anger bubble up in my chest. I imagined every poke to be another bone I would break in Jason's body.

I don't care for the boy sitting next to Jason, I don't even know his name for fucks sake. But I owed him one, big time, and it really pisses me off to be indebted to someone.

Once the bell rang I waited for everyone else to go before getting up and stalking out the door, relieved to be away from Mr Rowely. I looked around to all the directions kids where going and Spotted Jason heading off a corridor on his own, probably to skip with the other dumbass jocks.

I fasten my pace in his direction and grabbed the back of his varsity jacket, dragging him into an empty classroom next to us before he could even make a noise of suprise, slamming the door closed behind us.