Above and Through it All (Kellic)

Chapter Two.

What the fuck kind of name was Red High School anyway? I sighed as my guidence counceler led me to my first period class, and I quickly discovered that she had an annoying habit of calling me sweetie. Her one-inch high heeled shoes clicked smartly against the lenolium, the sound sending pulses of pain through my scull. This school was shit, my morning was shit, her shoes were shit, and the overly enerjetic teacher at the front of the class she lead me into was shit. I looked around the class as she left, feeling my throat drying out instantly at all of the eyes staring back at me. I struggled to swallow my fear as I searched frantically for anyone, anyone at all, who didn't match the rest of these steriotypical high schoolers. It would give me something to focus my attention on-

All coherent thought was cut short as I found a boy, last seat on my right in the back row, raven-feather hair and intensely blue eyes that were already looking back at me. I felt my face get momentarily warm and had to ask the teacher to repeat whatever he had just said, because it had fallen on deaf ears. I was greatly elated to find that I was seated in the back row with the Odd One Out, for lack of a better name at that moment. I decided to sit in the seat right next to him, rather disappointed that he had returned his beautiful gaze back to whatever was sitting in front of him on his desk, which looked more and more like a sketchbook of some sort as I got closer. I tried to stay quiet as I sat down, my heart skipping a beat when the chair legs scraped slightly against the floor. My heart skipped another one or eight beats when the boy next to me jumped a good foot into the air, looking at me, his blue eyes, which, I noticed, were intermixed with just a hint of green, wide and terrified. I heard a whisper of some sort of obscenity as he fought to control his breathing. He smiled at me, but the look on his face looked strained and forced, not like any genuine smile should. I basically zoned out for the rest of the period, staring alternately at my desk and the black-haired boy beside me. I tried to look at whatever he was doing on the paper in front of him, but he was hunched over it with his raven hair falling into his face and over the book in which he was working. I was all too relieved when the bell rang, especially when I found out that Kellin, as the teacher said his name was, would be my guide for the day. Score two for Vic.

He stood up, stuffing his sketchbook whatever pencils he had back into his packpack, which looked terribly delapidated. He turned to face me and my mind stilled for a moment, then decided to take a vacation as he smiled at me. That smile could have lit up the entire state of New Mexico, and it certainly lit up my day.

"So, Victor?" He asked as we began to weave through the desks toward the door. I winced at my whole first name.

"I, er, I prefer Vic." I said, wincing at my stutter. I saw that smile competing with the sunlight again, and I couldn't help but smile with him. He looked over at me and quickly looked down, still smiling, though his black hair created a curtain between my gaze and his. I looked up, my eyes still glittering. I fished the small slip of paper with my schedule on it out of my pocket, glancing at it. English III with... Mrs. Fairchild? Odd name, but alright. I cleared my throat quietly to get Kellin's attention.

"I have Mrs... Fairchild? Next." I muttered quietly, determined to remain quiet. Nobody wanted to hear anything I had to say, anyway.

"Oh, no way!" Kellin exclaimed, laughing good-naturedly and looking at me again. "Fairchild fuckin' ROCKS!" It was the first real animation I'd seen out of him all morning and I couldn't help but laugh. He was so happy-go-lucky and so full of smiles.

"Where is that classroom...?" I asked sheepishly, cramming my schedule back into my pocket. He pointed in the direction that we were headed, a smile lighting up his face.

"I have her this period too. We call her Mom." He said, smiling widly. I laughed and shook my head. That was rediculous. I'd never heard of anyone calling their teacher anything like that before. But, then again, I'd never heard of anyone naming a high school Red either.