Expectations (boyxboy)

In Tune

Xavier-
    I paid attention to the faint beats. The faded instruments playing a softer, slightly different melody. Parts of a song that can be crucial, but often go unnoticed. I felt myself disappear, in a state of peace and serotonin filling my body from the sounds playing from the miniature speaker placed in my ear. Feeling my existence be forgotten by even my own mind. It didn't feel scary or bad in anyway, it felt so freeing.

    That is until a book was slammed on my desk.

"Mr. Sanchez, would you care to hand me your listening device?" I opened my eyes to see a more elderly woman leaning slightly toward me, followed by a quiet class with all eyes suddenly drawn to me. Eyes adjusting to the light, I said "I'll put them away Ms.Reems." I sighed grabbing both headphones, placing them into one of my pockets. "That's not going to work this time. Hand them over." She replied back to me.

I'm usually nice to teachers, or any adult really, they all make me nervous. Today however, was different. I was not having the best day.

"Why? I put them away. Can you just get on with class?" I chose to say this knowing I would have to give in at some point.

"This was your third warning. I do not understand why you people never listen."

She began walking to the front of the class, getting ready to finish the lesson when I stood from my chair. You people. I knew what she meant. Anyone with half a brain would understand what she meant.

"Oh fuck off." I grabbed my black, worn out, bag, slammed my chair into the desk, and walked out of class. Normally I wouldn't have spoken back to a teacher. Which isn't something that's that unusual for a teenage boy to do. But I never felt comfortable talking to adults that way. I always wanted to, to not be scared, to actually stand up for myself.

That just wasn't me though. Not with adults anyways.

To be honest, I didn't think my school would care so much that I had walked out of class- I don't know what I thought would happen, but I wasn't expecting security guards and AP's to be searching the halls for my presence. One of the security guards found me in one of the bathroom stalls, he then brought me to the office.

I groaned realizing that that they would be calling my mom. Ugh. I was definitely getting yelled at.

-2 hours earlier-

I slumped in my chair, leaning my upper body against the chair behind me. I was daydreaming whilst sketching a skull in my math textbook. A headphone placed in my left ear that was playing a Frank Ocean song. My hair laid across my forehead, the ends of my wavy curls slightly hanging over my eyes. One of my legs shaking from the anxiety of being in an open classroom feeling all the eyes in the room on me. (No one even knew my name in this period.)

I tuned into the world placed around me when the class door opened revealing a lightly tan, muscularly lean, around 5'10-6 ft tall boy. I looked up when the light chatter in the room slowed. Each group that was speaking also noticed the unfamiliar face enter the room and came to a halt one by one. Until the room was silent. The teacher unbeknownst, was the last to notice. He turned his attention to the door and said "Ah. The new student. I heard you were coming in today."

New student? I looked back at the boy standing at the front of the room. I paid more attention this time. His hair was a light brown, longer than mine in the back. A beanie covering majority of his hair, so I couldn't see the type of hair he had. I couldn't see his eye color since I was in the back of the room and this class had the lights dimmed. I traced down his body to see him wearing a plain black t-shirt with a single chain around his neck. Looked like an army tag? I looked at his blood red jacket that lightly hugged his body from a distance. Before I could study him more I realized how long I had been staring. It wasn't long concidering he was a new kid, but self conscious, I know how uncomfortable it feels to see a bunch of people just looking. So I glanced back at my textbook flicking my pencil against the desk, tuning back into the words my algebra 2 teacher was saying. "...you can go ahead and sit in the back for now, next to Alyssa." Mr. Johnson pointed to an empty seat in the corner on the left side of me. I was probably the second row from the last, and maybe 6 seats over to the right from where he was supposed to sit.