A Slip into the Past (boyxboy)

part one

  Seven months later

  One more minute, thank god. My leg shook in place anxiously as I watched the clock tick at an unbearable pace. How could sixty seconds, feel like hours when you actually pay attention to every second? Mrs. Kelly was rambling on about something pointless. Probably another one of her most memorable moments in history. I tuned her out as I laid my head on my palm and lazily kept one eye on the clock that just so happened to be conveniently placed above her.

     I didn't think Mrs. Kelly understands that everyone was watching that clock and not her. That when their facial expression lite up in delight, it's not because they'd found what she's saying to be the most interesting thing in the world. OKAY, some probably do - including me - but right now I didn't feel like reminiscing when I had to pee so bad it was painful. So the majority it was. We're all just waiting for that hand to strike one thirty.

     In three...

  ...Two

  ...One

     The sound of the bell harmonized throughout the class. Mrs. Kelly's shoulders drooped as a pout played at her lips when everyone started exiting out of the classroom. Clearly, she didn't get to finish her pointless talk. Well, it wasn't pointless. This is history class.

     I picked up everything and shoved it inside my backpack, not bothering to zip it up. I clenched it closed and made a break for it.

     A hand came down on my shoulder causing me to stumble backwards. I turned my head in annoyance to see intense, black eyes staring down at me. I eyed the buzzed haired man with a glare.

     "Max! Can't, talk. Must, pee." I said through clenched teeth and yanked my shoulder out of his grip. Max let out a chuckle as I ran out of the classroom. I bulldozed my way through the halls, not caring that I knocked people over like bowling pins. Even if they were swearing profanities at me when they fell to floor, I had no time to apologize. That could wait for later. I had more pressing matters to attend too.

     I burst through the bathroom. The door slammed against the tile walls with a bang. The noise echoed, causing me to wince. I probably scared the shit right out of someone. Literally. The guy at the urinal jumped with a 'yelp' and turned to me with a startled expression. I snickered when he started peeing again.

     I made a beeline towards the bathroom stall. I didn't want to take care of business next to a boy glaring daggers at me. I dropped my backpack onto the floor after locking the door behind me and yanked my pants down. I let out a deep exhale when I finally relieved myself. With the flush of the toilet, I bent down to pick up my backpack, only to drop it back down immediately. I looked down at it in disgust. All my books slipped out near the toilet. I grumbled before reluctantly using delicate fingers tips to shove it all back inside. I zipped it up and looked at my hand with a scrunched face.

     ew.

     After double washing my hands, I clutched onto my backpack straps and hummed an unknown tune down the hall. I felt so content now that I was empty, I was practically skipping.  It was a good empty though, not the other emptiness. I let out a soft sigh as the content feeling disappeared without a trace. I couldn't my trudge down the hall in a solemn mode as I headed towards the library. I had a free period right now.

     Through the corner of my eye, I spotted James Bennett missing person's paper, sticky tacked to the wall. Without stopping, I ripped it off before entering the library. I didn't know why I took it. Every time I saw that paper, I always find it in my hands. I never could bring myself to throw it away or leave it somewhere else. I always took it home with me. I have hundreds of them. All neatly placed inside a binder. If someone found my collection, they'd totally be creeped out. Even I find it creepy and that's saying a lot.