Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Discipline- NIN

The songs in the title and the chapters are not on theme with one another. They're just there. It's her music taste I guess.

"How's the arm feeling?" Tyler asked as I sit on the gravel to my unfinished garden. "Broken."

"You ready for school?" I nodded, setting the feral bowl on the doorstep. The small brown cat rushing for it like it was its job. "You might be working at a higher level so if you need more work then just tell somebody."

"Am I gonna get bullied for it?" He throws his arm over my shoulder, a loud obnoxious sigh leaving his mouth. "I hope. Builds character. Might give you a sense of reality."

"You're such an arse." Hugging his arm around me, he kisses the top of my head. "If you need me at all, I think my number is written on the locker room door, third stall."

"Wanky." I mumbled, his finger poking my eye, I let out a loud and quick scream. "Ouch!"

"I got you this little pen. It's really cool, it's got different colours and stuff and there's a glitter one. I know it's got like- a boyband on it but I just thought that maybe you could write your songs with it and- it's bad. It's really bad. I'll get you different ones I'm sorry."

Snatching the pen from his hand, the biggest grin on my face. "Thank you!" I shouted, stopping by the front office. "Nolan?" The woman at the desk says, Tyler turning away.

His hands resting on my shoulders. "I will leave now. But remember, third stall. Somehow Charlie is your principal, but if you need actual, professional advice and support. Call a therapist."

"Wow. Solid advice. Thanks buddy." He started to walk away, stopping before turning back around, his arms wrapped around me quickly. "Have a good day."

"You too." It was strange. Everybody tells me he's so evil and awful. Charlie told me he's sweet but Charlie is in love with Tyler so it's absolutely no surprise. But Tyler just seems, human.

He's kind and I think his reputation has been folded into some strange evil thing just because he scowls every now and then.

Not to make it a race thing, but it's also a race thing. I mean, white people in the ass of America and the black guy that had a resting bitch face, they are going to give him an evil reputation or a mysterious one.

And I think the owner of the country club already owns the mysterious one. He says it's because he's Asian. And it seemed to be true because his son is carrying that reputation too.

"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Charlie asked. "No."

"Gosh." He rests his hands on his hips. "It's like you're asking me to bully you." I said, Charlie mimicking me like some kind of child. "I hate you. Take this and go."

"Hit a nerve." Charlie storms off, then I'm met with the other insufferable little fucks. "The fuck are you staring at?"

I'm sure it's not just Americans, but if I was home and stared at somebody the way they stare at everybody else, id have my head kicked in. "Parks! Watch your mouth!" Charlie yells.

"Tell them to mind their fucking business." Walking away, I made my way out toward the back. Stopping to try and figure out where I was.

I guess it was karma for being a bitch, but it was just so unbelievably embarrassing that I'm not even sure I know what hit me.

I just lay there on the floor like a dying insect. "I'm not actually sure you should be allowed out in public. This is getting a little ridiculous."

"What did I hit? Where's the ball?" The boy asked as I just lay there. "You hit her. She's concussed now. She's gonna die and it's all your fault Daniel."

"Where did my ball go?" He asked, Johnny frowning at him. "You just hit her in the head and you're worried about your ball?"

"It was expensive. She's still alive." Johnny lifts me up from the floor, holding me up like a doll. "I am sorry though, I didn't mean to kick it that hard."

"Daniel Seavey, saying sorry? It's unheard of." The boy flicks Johnny on the head. "Shut the fuck up- you broke her arm. Is this the girl you ran over? You ran her over."

"It was an accident." The boy shook his head, tutting quietly. "You're really just not having a great time. I mean breaking your arm is one thing, but I feel like being hit with a football that knocks you over is so much more embarrassing."

"Thanks. That's so much help. You're so helpful." He gasps. "I know. I didn't even have to be there for you to fall head over heels either. Crazy. She is- actually really pale. In fact I think if we just leave her then natural selection will fix it."

"You are, the worst. It's actually insane that you think you're funny." He tilts his head, squinting at me. "Johnny! Get over here now!"

"Guess you're in charge of taking her to the nurse. Have fun." I've never seen somebody actively try to get out of such a small situation. "I can walk myself. I don't need you."

I thought maybe I could just give him the easy way out, but the second I got inside, I was on the floor. "Interesting." He mumbled. "Help me up dickhead!"

"British people are so aggressive." He pouts, lifting me off the floor. Both of us tripping on the wet floor and into the lockers. "Oh my god. Seriously one more and I'm leaving you alone in a padded box. This is stupid."

"I can't help it. You hit me in the head. I am actively trying to stop myself from passing out and you're throwing me around like a doll. It's hurting, it's embarrassing."

"At least I actually helped." He sits me down on the bench. Standing with me with that concerned look. I knew for a fact that it was about his stupid football.

He couldn't give less of a shit about my problem. "I'll be fine on my own if you want to go find your ball." He lets out a sigh. "I would be the second I leave you'll end up having something dropped on you. Or you'll pass out."

My head fell forward, dropping into his hand. "Fuck. Okay. Talk to me." He kneels down, my heavy head stuck in his hands. "Never actually got your name."

"Imogene." I spoke out slowly as my eyes started to close. "I'm Daniel. I really didn't mean to hit you with the ball I wasn't focused. The girl behind me kept shouting it was really annoying."

"Hey you can't speak about girls like that. They give things purpose." He hums. "I'm sorry. Keep your eyes open for me."

"I'm sorry my head lost your ball." I slur over my words, watching as he let out the smallest and yet the most gentle laugh I've ever heard. "It wasn't your fault. I just kicked it a little too hard."

"Daniel!" The girl screeched, his smile dropped within the second. "If we just did really quietly she won't hear. I know you said to be nice but she's not nice."