Real Vows

Chapter 1 - Just the start

                'No ones your enemy and no ones friend, we are here to stay but only still the end.' Quoted by A.M
    I slam the locker closed as I here the tormenting voice of Gabriel,
    "Oi, where's your boyfriend?"
    "He's not my boyfriend." I grunt out, turning sharply to look him in the eye.
    "Have you told him that?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
    "Oh fuck with you honestly." I walk out the locker room having enough of this bullcrap. Everywhere I go I have to deal with the same shits asking the same shitty questions. I am not with him. Never will be. Ew. Gross. Disgusting. Revolting. All these words are nothing compared to what he actually is. A DEMON. That is probably the nicest way to put it. Ah wah. I feel a sharp wet thing slap across my neck. Ew this better not be what I think it is.I raise my hand and swipe whatever it is off my neck, ew nope. Don't puke. Don't puke. God that's gross. Revolting for sure. I have been spitballed again. This is the third one this morning. I shake my hand to get that shit off me, turning to find out who this fucker is. Oh fuck you honestly. Not this guy again. What was his name again? Kevin? Calvoy? This guy keeps changing him name like I'd remember it. Fuck you bitch.
    "Hey baby. You doing alright?" Does it look like it fulboshna?
    He gave me a confused look when I didn't respond as if me responding was going to fix this. I eye him in disgust before walking to my next class, business. Fucking hell what gives people the confidence to talk to me honestly.
    "It's not like I wanted to talk to you anyway." I heard him grumble. Sure buddy sure, play it cool cause no one else will. By that I'm referring to myself. Bitchass. I pass by a group of people vaping and blowing it in my direction as I walk past. I try not to throw up on their face but it's getting harder doing so each and every day. Finally made it. Now to seat and not give a fuck.I hum softly. Gotcha back row here I come, hehe. Placing my books down on the table I open my book and laptop writing the first few dot points and notes down so I was able to fill up the time spent here and also be able to learn when the teacher is speaking without getting confused.
    I look up when I hear the sharp footsteps walking on the carpet floor, that had a faint clicking sound. "Alright everyone, settle down. Good morning and welcome back from the Easter break. I hope you all had a great time with your families and friends." He wore a navy suit with matching pants and those pointy business shoes my dad wears, I believe it could be a formal wear? He shaved his beard he was growing last year showing his baldish head more. Fun fact in year 10 he was my SOSE teacher, it's like this short form of history and geography or something. Anywho, he told us he was a marine officer before becoming a teacher which honestly made a lot more sense with the way he carried himself with confidence and great posture. Which would also explain his patience and humour, one time I've seen him angry and that was last year. Glad that was over.
    "Yes sir." We all respond.
    "How's everyone doing after Easter break?" The teacher pauses, looking around the room. "Malloy?"He asked a student in the front with light brown hair.
    "Um, it was pretty good. I got to spend time with my family and we had an Easter egg hunt."
     "Ah, very nice. And did you find any golden eggs?" He arched an eyebrow.
     He laughs, "No, unfortunately not. But I did find a chocolate bunny that was bigger than my head." The class laughs along with the teacher. Anything is practically bigger than his head. His head is tiny. Like I don't even know what he is capable of thinking with a head so small. Ok no that was rude I can't just say that or well think that. You can do this. Think positive.
    "Sounds like a successful Easter break to me. Anyone else?"He glances at me about to ask me before the door opens abruptly. The spitball kid enters the classroom, catching the attention of the class. He wears a mischievous smile on his face like he's planning something. Stupid shit. Okay look away,I internally groan when we make brief eye-contact as I face back to the teacher.
    Sir smiles, "Ah, look who decided to finally grace us with his presence. How was your Easter break, Mr Maverick?" Mava-what, dudes last name sounds like a cartoon character, ain't no way. I stifle a laugh behind my hand looking outside./
    He jokingly comments, "Oh, you know, just living my best life. I spent most of my time eating chocolate and avoiding my family. What can I say it's an emo phase?"The class erupts in laughter, and the teacher joins in. I stare at all of them like they lost the sense of humour. Cause they did. How the fuck was the even funny, emo phase my ass. Bloody attention seeker. I roll my eyes.
     "Well, it's good to see you survived the Easter break. Now, why don't you take a seat next to our Amara here?" Oh no fuck no get lost run away, bitch don't walk here. Noooooo my life is officially over. I thought I could like this teacher but honestly sir fuck you. Okay so that was rude again. At least I'm internally working on it? Nope my therapist will hear about this for sure.
He walks over to the empty seat next to me, his sudden appearance next to me is making me uncomfortable. The class continues to laugh as they settle into their seats. What drugs are they on?
    "Alright, let's get started with today's lesson. But first, a quick question for you all. What's the best thing about being back from the Easter break? I look over at him finding him doing the same. He smiles whispering to me,
    "Definitely not the early mornings."
    I whisper back, "Agreed. But at least we have a funny teacher to make it a little more bearable." I hear the teacher laugh staring at us shaking his head.
    "Thanks for that, appreciated." He gets up walking to the whiteboard. The class turns towards us both like we are entertaining them in a circus. I watch as he opens his suitcase and pulls a pair of sunnies out, not any ordinary one of course since when did sir do ordinary, they were there oversized round glasses which he paired up with a hat.
    "Today, we are going to discuss the three classical management strategies used in military facilities." The teacher turns around the class and then grins as he takes his cards out, he quickly shuffles them before pulling one out, "Amara?" and asks me a question. "So, who can tell me the first strategy?"
    I hesitates and looks down at my notebook twirling my pen around inbetween my two fingers, unsure of the answer. "Um, I think it's...um...planning?" I nervously respond.
    The teacher raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smirk. "Planning? Well yes but not quite. You have identifies the P.O.C or as some say P.L.O.C But how is it applied in the strategies?" I sinks lower in my seat, feeling embarrassed and insecure.
    "Come on, don't be afraid to speak up. This is not a military interrogation, it's just a simple classroom discussion."
    I take a deep breath and tries to gather my thoughts. "The first strategy is...um...unity of command?"
    Sir nods, "Correct! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
    I weekly smiles, feeling much more relieved.
    Sir turns to the class "Now, who can tell me the second strategy?"
    The spitball kid raises his hand next to me with a smug smile, "I think it's division of labor, perhaps like mid-managing if looked on the pyramid. "
    Sir seemed shocked "Wow, I'm impressed. You're usually so competitive, Well done."
    He smiles, "No problem, we're all in this together." I'm taken aback by his unexpected kindness.
    "Yes, that's right. The second strategy is division of labor. And the third one?" I think I know this one. Should I?
    'Yes you should.' Replied my inside voice.
    I grow a bit more confident as I raise my hand again, sir smiles as he seeks me pointing s finger dramatically, "Yes Amara."
    "The third strategy is...um...hierarchy of authority?"
    Sir beams proudly, "Correct! You see, you know more than you think. Don't be afraid to share your thoughts, they might surprise you."
    I smile noding, feeling more confident and secure in my own abilities.
    "And there you have it, the three classical management strategies used in military facilities. Now, let's move on I do, we do and you do." I smile feeling accomplished. Can't believe I got that right. Omgosh what if I didn't. Don't think negative. You're right inside voice I do indeed need to stop thinking negative. Out of boredom I start doodling on my notebook.
    "What's that?" I heard him whispering beside me.
    "Hm?" I mumble glancing at him.
    "What are you drawing?" He gestured with his eyes.
    "Oh um nothing much just sketching a bird." I pointed with my pen.
    "May I?"he asked pulling his hand out for the pen. I give it to him watching as he pulls my book and swaps it with his. He started drawing a person, how do I know because I see that reference sketch he made.
    "Who are you drawing?"
    "You'll see." He smirked making me blush. Don't blush. Don't blush. Just look away honestly. In internally cringe looking down on his book.
    He goes back to the suitcase, "last lesson I told all of you the extrinsic rewards, by giving you a mintos or mints not I'm going to be using another thing in the classical management approach by using the intrinsic rewards." He grins pulling a rectangular block out of his case. I stare at it for a second before he clicks it open revealing a nerf gun pointing it around. "Yes kids be very afraid," he chuckles, "oh I love my job." I laugh at the comment as so do others. Sir always finds a way to make our class more entertaining. Moving to a catholic school was different and a bit difficult in the start but things are starting to work out for me. Even if they didn't before. "So, I'll give you all a few minutes to answer these questions on the board and once completed we shall answer them as a class." He writes on the board and faces us again, "you may work together and help each other in your table groups, which is completely fine. Just get the work done or else." He points the gun at us again. Shit I forgot my glasses what the fuck does that say? Wait we have our laptops. WOW Amara so smart today aren't ya. I shake my head talking my laptop out beginning to write before I realise this isn't my book. Okay so how do I do this? Write in his book or ask for mine back? I look at him as he continues to doodle, covering his arm from the actually thing he is drawing. Okay so writing in his book it is. Just as I finished the first question he lifts his head and looks at me.
    "Here." He gave me my book closed going to pick his up from infront of me. "Thanks for the answering the question by the way." Not like it's going to be correct anyways. I muffled a chuckle trying to escape as I re-write a better answer on mine. I glance as the drawing seeing it's me. Woah that is so beautiful. I never knew the spitball kid had talent. Oh my god. It's like I can't stop staring at it. Whoa. I turn looking at him.
    "How the fuck did you draw this."
    "I um you know just did it." I laugh.
    "That's some mad skill, it's so beautiful."
    "Y...ore..bea...fil." I hardly heard him mumble.
    "Sorry?"
    "It's all good." He replied smirking.
    "Huh?" What the fuck is going on? My brain hurts.You have a Brain? Haha voice haha.
    "You have nice hand-writing." I heard his amused voice
    "Oh um thank you." Now I feel bad. Nope that's just my stomach. Oh well false alarm. What type of response even was that. Like such a a delay honestly. A bit more and I might as well hop off that window. Okay well at least I responded instead of looking at him dead in the eye. Like last time. I shiver in thought.
    "You good?"
    "Uh yeah, yeah I'm great why?"
    "You seem a bit tense. Just saying?" He shrugged his shoulders looking at the board. I clear my throat. Awkward, anyways. I drift off in thought answering my questions swiftly.
    "Alright class all done?" Sir glances around the classroom before getting up from his chair. "Alright so who will it be first." Don't pick me. Don't pick me."
    "A-" Don't say Amara. Please. No. "Avery." Sucks to be you Avery honestly. Sorry not sorry. "So what did you get for the first question?" He points his nerf gun at her.
    "I think it's organising."
    "Why is that?" He clicks the gun ready to shoot.
    "Well because the person in charge is you know putting a plan together."
    "Anything else?"
    "Uh."
    "Come on anything you're right but you're also missing something." Seconds go by before she gives up with a sigh.
    "Just shoot me sir." She mumbles slouching back in her seat. Sir aims at her and misses hitting her laptop. An eruption of gasps and mumbles fill the classroom.
    "Okay." He turns to the cards pulling another one. "Mavey." He uses the nickname to call the spit-ball kid.
    "Hm?"
    "You paying me attention, yeah?" He threatens gesturing the gun at him as he walks to our table.
    "Yes sir." He sits up straight already threatened with the gun.
    "See how power makes people weak?" he looks around the classroom grinning devilishly. "Now answer thou question, Mavey boi."
    "It's organising as the leader guy uh puts the plan together having the team working effectively. I think the name is leap frogging so they are able to move forward one by one allowing the other to come on their own. Because they trust in each other."
    "Anything else."
    "Um." He mumbles glancing down his page. I mean it could have something to do with equipment maybe that's what's organised. I think to myself. "Well they are all experience in their use of weapons. Which they clearly trained previously for." He scans the page, pointing with his finger. "Uh the way they functioned together showed the systematic formations followed in the life and death situation. So yeah basically the repetition of the same thing but in different words honestly." He replied warily looking up at the teacher.
    "Yeah guess you're safe," he paused arching an eyebrow, "for now." He turned facing another kid. "Let's look for a smart kid. Who here is smart." He briefly looked at me pausing before turning to the other side. Wow way to hurt my ego. Then again I'm not really that smart.
    "Zane. I'm going to give you a sequence and you will follow it, yeah."
    "No sir, I'm not doing maths in business."
    "Business has maths in it." He chuckles,
    "Nah I'm not doing it." He mumbles of the kid next to him, believe his name is Kai? Damn he's hot. And that hair thought magnificent honestly. Smash fr. Chillax Amara. Can't simp over any guy with a dick. Maybe I can so what?
    I side eye the spitballer next to me as he crosses his arms around his chest. His arms are hot as fuck. Omgosh veins. Don't panic it's normal. No it's not. Wish it around my neck though. That'll feel nice. Whoa okay shut up brain. Look away what is Kai saying. Poor kid looks like he's about to violated or something. Stop looking at the toned arms Amara, it's hot get over it. Or on top of it. Shut up. Shut up. Ughhhhh why is this so fucking hard. Like his d- no. No. No. Shut up. I hear him clearing his throat getting distracted again, maybe instead of spitting paper at me he could just spit in me. Just saying, wouldn't mind it. Okay shut up. I can not keep doing this. Great now I'm horny. Alright I'm fucked. I think to myself as he stretched back revealing his abs, I feel my face burn from embarrassment. Would he let me lick hit abs? Focus on something other than him. Fucking hell. Or fuck him. Enough. I need water. Or he could just spit in me? What the fuck Amara actually what the fuck. Alright what was I doing again?
    Oh shit. I think as sir stared shooting at Kai to answer the times table questions. Huh? I'm so lost. All his fault. If only he didn't have fucking abs, or those fucking tones arms and those hot as fuck veins and fuck stop thinking ughhh. Maybe then I could fucking concentrate. Reminder to self, never and I mean never sit next to him. Ever. I don't want to accidentally jump his bones. What the fuck. Shut up. Nope not happening look out the window.I turn my head. Wow birds, wonderful. Ew what the fuck. I cringe as I watch a bird siting by the branch shitting on the poor kid sitting below the tree. Ew fuck that. Don't puke that's messed up. Poor kid getting shat on by a fuckin bird. Okay so maybe that wasn't a good idea. What is my luck? Honesty getting traumatised and shit. Fuck to the no to the no no no. I sang. Totally not getting distracted again. I hear a soft laughter coming next to me, turning I find him fixated on something in front of up. What happened? Why is he laughing. That sounds sad what the heck? I watch as Sir tells the boys their army ranking before giving them instructions.
    "Pretend this is a bomb and you're the bomb squad. Your job is to not let this kill any of your bomb. Because if it does then you're going to lose your job." He points at Kai. Who nods like he is actually in danger. I watch as sir goes to throw something at the table before Kai quickly slams it back to the teacher hitting his laptop. The whole class laughs as they impact is made, filling the classroom up with whispers.
    "Yeah good job, that is exactly what you're supposed to do." He looks at all of us, "No no seriously as the leader it's your job to look after everyone in the corporation, you 'die' means he takes over your positions and so on. But if they all die, it will be in your conscious." He gestures, raising his eyebrows. he turns back and sits on his desk. "Now it's time for my favourite part, Simpson examples." He laughs mischievously just as I felt a sharp jab on the side.
    "Oh shit." I hear as I bend over. Fucking hell what does this kid eat. "Are you alright? God I'm so sorry." I can't even think bro. Fuck that hurts. I'm pushed into a soft embrace. Ahie.I groan clenching my eyes tightly, trying my best to regain my breathing through deep breaths in and out of my nose. I feel a soft warm hand rubbing back making me feel better. Fuck I want to cry. How the fuck?
    "Can you hear me, Amara?" I heard a voice grumbling as I slowly open my eyes watching 2 heads of a blurry figure. Who is that? I blink trying to see who it is. Spitballer? What is he doing here? What what's happening?
    "Yeah." I croak out.
    "Oh thank god. Are you okay."
    "No. I'm not. Are you dumb?" I glare placing my arms around me as I push off him. "Fuck why the hell did you elbow me so hard?"
    "Yeah I'm really sorry about that, Alejandro pushed me back and next thing I knew I well you know elbowed you. Which I'm so sorry about. Fuck please don't cry. I'm sorry." I didn't even know a tear let out until he rubbed it away.
    "Fuck you."
    "I'm sorry Mari like I'm so so sorry." He pulled me in an embrace rubbing my back softly trying to get me to calm down. I'm not even weak but this guy I swear to god hurts like a bull's horn. I give in placing my head on his shoulder relaxing into his touch. Even if he was a bad person at least he is handling it himself instead of being a dick about it. Wait my name isn't Mari?
"What did you call me?"
"I- uh Mari?"
"That's not my name."
"Yeah it is."
"I believe I would know what my name is thank you."
"Oh really what is it?"
"Amara." I pause squinting, "Amara Wells."
"Well nice to meet you Marey."
"Ah-ma-ri." How hard is that? Wait stupid brain stop thinking about a di-.
"Very hard."
"Huh?" Did I say that out loud? Act normal. Act normal. Yes good brain be normal you got this. Wow very normal. Shut up voice, I'm thinking. Must be new then. Smartass. Wait that means I'm a smartass. Fuck me. When and where. God i need to stop flirting with myself, this is embarrassing.
"Your stressing it out to much. Ima keep it simple. Mary or should I call you mina para la vida"
"Mina what now."
"So it's settled. Your Mina. Easy and simple like it should be." He winked. Bro really butchered my name, what's his stupid name anyways. Spitballer. Yeah but what the normal name this shit has. Yk what whatever.
"Fine whatever but then I get to call you Cara de Bunda." Haha the one thing I know how to say in Portuguese is Cara de Bunda. Love that word. Well words, but still whatever.
"What does that mean?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Why not?"
"Because you never listened to me so why should I?"
"Bien jugado hermoso"
"Yeah same to you." He scrunched his eyebrows at me before letting out a laugh. I turn but not before muttering the same phrase, "Cara de Bunda."
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Author note: Hi guys first chapter. Officially. Just a reminder to like, share and follow for more. Thanks again and tell me what you think. Love you all