Misconstructed

Chapter two

Waking up the morning after, I'm feeling great. I don't have to ask Barb for lunch money, I don't have a headache. Life is good right now for the first day of school. One thing I know for certain is that if I had any nightmares, I sure don't remember them. Like usual, my body is spread out. I'm lying on my stomach. Trying to go over the details of last night, I recall that after I was done talking with Rex, I just laid in bed until one A.M. thinking about my conversation with him. I know I didn't tell him the truth, but what was I going to do? There's only one reason someone asks about someone else and that's because they most likely like them too.

I'm still in bed, and for some reason I'm way more tired than I was going to sleep. I look at the clock on my wall to see that it says six forty five; around the time I need to get up for school. I run my hand through my soft jet black hair, dragging it down to rub my electric blue eye. Getting ready to leave my comfort zone, I walk over to my closet to start the day off right, hopefully. I need another yesterday.

Yesterday, we had a new teacher. Her name is Janice Fits, and I've got to say, nice. Our old English teacher, Mrs. Brooks went on maternity leave, leaving Ms. Fits to fend for herself, and I'll be honest, with some of the boys at our school, she might not be so safe.

I start going off on thoughts of protecting Janice from other guys but then I think, would she really be safer with someone that breaks into homes and quite possibly thinking what the other guys are?
Shaking the thoughts away, I try to keep them away when I realize that there's no way in hell any of us would end up with someone in their twenties. But it's happened at other schools before, why not here?

Anyways, reaching into my closet, I grab a black and blue flannel with a plain black t-shirt to go under it. I take a pair of mostly ripped jeans and some sneakers to go with them and know that it's just going to be a ratty day. I shouldn't even do my hair, that's how I really feel.

Breakfast has never really been my thing in the past. I would usually just skip it and wait until lunch or grab a small snack. Whoever said that it's the most important meal of the day, you're full of shit.

Meeting my friends at school, I go straight for my locker and wait for them to arrive one by one. First it's Rex, for obvious reasons. Then Dustin, Roy, Allen and then Danny if he ever wants to show up and actually be a part of the group. I guess I also forgot to mention before, Danny is Dustins cousin.

"So how much chump change did you really score last night?" Trevor regards last night making sure no one hears him. I trust Trevor in this regard, to keep things secret and on the downlow, especially with this.

"Five hundred dollars." I tell him pridefully.

"Jesus, that's enough to either get another tattoo or a whole ounce of flower. Think you might do one or the other?" Does a bear shit in the woods? The tattoo is definitive. I already have three, and I plan on getting a lot more. Barb, my foster mother, freaked out when she saw my first one sophomore year. But what was she going to do? It was already done and it's my body. There was absolutely nothing she could do at that moment, although I did feel bad when she shed a couple tears.

Playing with my anxiety ring, I try not to become too anxious just thinking about my next trip. "What do you say, tattoo shop Friday before the party?"

"Sure, what do you think you'll get?" Rex asks.

"I'm thinking I'll get a Hades symbol on my right forearm, what do you think?" I ask him, genuinely wanting his opinion.

"I think that's a great choice. I know he's your favorite Greek god." He's wrong actually. Poseidon is, Hades is my second and a close first. There's just something so calming about the water, yet so formidable. It's the best element there is besides fire. Earth? Wind? Sure, but they're not as powerful though in my opinion.

Next to join the party is Maddie, strutting all the way down the hallway from a classroom I can only assume is to help her finish her homework. That's for all students that don't do or don't get to do their homework on time. Basically the school gives you all the accommodations you could ask for and if your work isn't done, well tough shit.

"What are you boys up to?" Maddie asks as she takes her headphones out of her ears.

Keeping my head inside my locker, I answer, "The same thing we do every day before school starts."

"We're just talking about his new tattoo that he's getting on Friday before the party."

"Ooohh, what are you getting?" She asks enthusiastically, grabbing my arm.

"I was thinking something about Greek Mythology, something for Hades or something." I'm honestly thinking of just going rogue and getting waves behind the Hades symbol.

"Have you guys seen Heather today?" I hear Dustin from behind me. She's no one important, well, to us. To Dustin, that's his "situation". He's been talking to Heather for a couple of months now just hoping that she'll go out with him, not that he's asked though. "She was supposed to meet me before school started but never did."

"Heather? Nah, I haven't seen her." Rex tells our friend.

"She was in Early Resource with me. She's still in there I think if you want to go talk with her." Maddie tells him.

As Dustin rushes off, Trevor emerges from the hallway. "What are we talking about?" Trevor asks.

"My next tattoo." I inform them, already getting annoyed by the repeated topic.

"Oh. What are you-" Trevor tries asking the same question again but I don't let him finish.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. You'll see it when it's done." The bell rings, signaling for everyone to get to homeroom. As I shut my locker and head to homeroom, wishing my friends well as they go off to their classes, I overhear some students talking about the new teacher. Something about her looking really attractive but I try to pay no mind to it. Teachers aren't really my thing.

Or so I thought, until I walked into Homeroom.