The Geek And The Jock

Hatred, Pain And Regret.

Victor

I hear the faint melody of my alarm clock infiltrate the happy space of my dream, it's high pitched tones ringing in my ear, bringing me out of my deep, blistfull slumber. Stirring under the heavy comforter of my bed my arm, still droopy and weak from sleep, reaches to the phone where the now annoying notice is emanating from and depresses the power button located on the side of the phone. My hand remains there for a few moments after the room is plunged into silence, I retract my hand from the phone and pull the other one out from where it uncontiusily resides under my body and use it to rub the tiredness from my eyes.

I open my eyes, thankfull that my corneas aren't seared by the bright early morning sun due to my heavy black curtains being drawn blocking out most of the light. I left there for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust before throwing over the comforter and jumping out of bed. As I jump out of bed the sole of my right foot comes into contact with something blunt, hard and metallic. I barley stifle a cry of pain that almost comes booming out of my mouth and look down to find that I stood on a plug, although not the most sharpest of objects and probably the least life threatening of an object, it still hurt no matter what but a Lego brick would be the most painful, never underestimate the innocent of a Lego brick: those plastic little shits can still hurt like Hell. I probably deserved it for being so charismatic.

"Screw you, little shit" I curse towards the plug whilst kicking it away, thinking that it would scream out some reply. It's back comes into contact with the bottom of my nightstand letting out a small thud that's barley audible.

I stretch letting out a small moan and walk towards my bathroom. The orangey hue of the morning sun fills the bathroom, it's colour diffused and softened slightly by the frosted glass of the bathroom window. Looking in the mirror I begin to evaluate my I just-got-out-of-bed look which consisted of; my shoulder length black hair being dishelved and having a greasy appearance to it, my undereyes having the faint appearance of dark circles and the whites of my eyes being a forest with long red veins circling the outers of my eyes, the veins becoming thinner and eventually going into a point as they reach my iris.

Deciding on not having a shower I almost begin to wash my face but then decide to have a shower due to the night being hot and uncomfortable which resulted in me sweating profusely. Stumbling towards the shower I turn the tap allowing water to rain down from the head mounted neatly near the top of the support pole. I was only wearing my lime green briefs to bed and so took them off and threw them into the laundry hamper stowed away behind the bathroom door, I open glass door and step into the shower, the warm water cascading from the head trickles down my body, somewhat embracing it.

After standing under the stream of warm water for a few moments letting it relax my muscles, I begin to wash my body with the chocolate scented bodywash. This bodywash always seemed to my my favourite, I don't know why but it's probably because the same scent was used during my childhood baths that ended up with the bathroom floor being flooded with water and my mom's hair and clothes being drenched too, my mother said how I might as well just have a shower as that would be less mess and she always said it with a small smirk on her face which made me a Cheshire cat.

After washing off the bodywash and wathcing the bubbles slowly be dragged down the drain by the inertia of the water, I begin to was my hair being sure to create a thick lather. I stick my hair up in a mohawk and bgein to play an air gutiar, I giggle to myself slightly and wash the shampoo out.

Turning off the shower, I step out and take the soft, white and fluffy towel from the rack wrapping it around my waist,tightly. I walk over to my wardrobe placed in the corner of my room and begin to choose my outfit for the day which consisted of; a white sleevelss T-shirt, black skinny jeans and knee high combat boots. Yes, combat boots my favourite clothing item, combat boots always seem to complete a look so I always have a few pairs in different colours.

I pull on my skinny jeans but not before butting on a pair of yellow boxer briefs, the T-shirt soon follows as so do soks and my combat boots. I look at my dripping wet hair deciding to towel dry it and put it up in a neat pony. It would dry on the way to school anyway. I decide at the last moment to pukl on a leather jacket as it would surely get colder during the day despite the bright and warm morning sun. Quickly grabbing my backpack that lols to the side of my computer chair and my phone that lies on my night stand I run donwstairs whilst stuffing my phone into the pocket of my jeans and slinging my bag over my back.

When I reach the last stair my nose is filled with a sweet and divine smell, I follow its trail to the kitchen where my mom is making what seems to be bluberry pancakes.

"Hey mom, wacha making" I say to announce my presence in the kitchen.

"Oh, hey sweetie i'm just making some bluberry pankakes. Would you like some?" My mom asks whilst adding another pankake to the high pile of them next to her.

I glance over to the analogue clock above the cooker to judge if I have the time. The clock reads 8:37.

"Yeah, please. I'm gonna be taking a few with me, I don't think I have enough time to sit down and eat" I say whilst heading over to the colossal pile of pankakes and placing three on a piece of paper towel.

I look around the kitchen and to my surprise my dad isn't on the table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in front of his face. Because my dad works in the ER as a trauma surgeon as so does my mum, I would expect he's would be on call but not at this time as he had to go in at about 6 pm last night just for a few hours as a few extra hands were needed in surgery.

I ask my mom where my dad is "Hey mom, you know where dad is?"

"Yeah remember when they paged him to come hand help with a surgery last night."

"Yeah, I remember" slightly nodding my head up and down.

"Well there was a huge pile up on the freeway so he had to stay behind as people just kept on comming in. I remember him calling me and saying how they had to put people outside in tents because there was no room" Said my mother with a tinge of worry in her voice.

I look over at the clock again an find that two minutes had passed and I would need to get going if I didn't want to be late for school, again.

"Oh, god. Well I'm gonna be late for school if I don't get my ass in gear and get moving." I say whilst placing the pancakes on the counter and going over to my mom and hugging her, her elbow length blonde hair smelling of vanilla.

"By darling, see you after school" she says giving my a kiss on the cheek.

I grab my keys and head out the door to my Prius parked in the driveway. Although there is the expectation for me to have a Mustang or something, I really don't care as my Prius has served me just as well and that's all that matters to me. Pressing the unlcok button on the remote, the car flashes and blares out a high pitched beep unlocking the doors.

I get inside and throw my bag on the passenger seat next to me, the books in my bag readjusting to the weight. Plopping down on the driver seat, I close the door and speed off the driveway towards school.

YASSSSSSSSS, hey guys so this was the first chapter for Victor. The next chapter will also be about him where we can learn some more about him and possibly the deeep dark secret that he has within.

Any hoo, you know the drill comments and whatbot.

-AdamKillan XOXOXO☺☺