Another City Of Lights.

Chapter 2.

Aaron's POV:

The lame-ass Urdu teacher we had for fifth period was constantly babbling in her high-pitched nasal voice, and it was giving me a bloody migraine.
She was dressed like a fucking vampire today. Wearing all red. Not even a nice red, that weird bloody red colour that noone even wears anymore. Except for her of course. And her red henna-dyed hair was sparkling so much, it could make anyone blind. And to top it off, she had also painted her lips red.
I hated her. She hated me, and I hated her. My Urdu was good enough, and my grades were constant, atleast in this class, but she loved picking a fight with me, or Dash.
Today, she was after Dash.
She was standing infront of his desk, rambling something about Ghalib, and Dash looked beyond bored. His hair was all spiked up, something new that he was trying to do, for God knows what reason. He was listening to the girls infront of him, completely ignoring the teacher.

I gently rubbed my forehead with my fingertips, trying to ease off the headache, and sighed.
I hadn't gotten any sleep last night at all. My bastard of a brother suddenly came home and it had been pure hell.
Everyone had suddenly remembered what a fucking disappointment I am; never getting good enough grades like Harry, never getting a job like Harry, never conveniently getting accepted in to some university abroad like Harry.

So after hearing how much of a burden I am to my father, I had left the house for a while.
I went outside and smoked the last pack of cigerattes that I had. I smoked for an hour straight, and when I couldn't feel the pressure on my head anymore, I had climbed the broken stairs to my apartment, and had gone to bed. Never really got any sleep though.

Everyone in the classroom was talking rather loudly. Not having a care in the world that the class was still going on.
We usually sat in pairs, two desks joined together. But the kid next to me wasn't here today, so I got the seat all to myself. Lucky me.

Sam was staring out the window. Her hair was pulled in to a ponytail today, strands of it falling all over her face, not that she cared. She never cared about her hair, probably because she hated it, and she never put any effort to making it look decent. It was glowing under the sunlight, a shade of red today instead of yellow. She had a pencil clutched in between her teeth, and she was just staring tiredly outside. There wasn't much of a view, let's be honest. The only thing you could see from these windows was heaps of trash that was dumped outside, and the little kids who scurried around in that.
But Sam hated Urdu, she was pretty bad at it, and she had given up trying to improve in it. So, staring out the window seemed to be the only option.

Hailey had her head down on the desk, but if you paid attention, you could see her typing away on her little cellphone under the table.
Sam and Hailey were different. Hailey was all about makeup and hair whereas Sam wasn't.
Hailey had also started this new thing of hers this year. She had been hooking up with different guys almost every week. Her tiny relationships lasted not more than two weeks, but she seemed content with that. She said it helped distract her mind, and that was good enough for her.

I looked at the pastel white clock hanging by the door. 12.15pm, it read. That meant I had just a little over 3 hours to get my story straight. I had to tell all of them about the situation today, I couldn't hide it anymore.

I can't remember a time when I hadn't been friends with these four idiots. They found me hanging by myself on the roof of the school in 5th grade, when they had sneaked out to play Ludo. And ever since that day, we had been inseparable.

I found The Tea House on my way back home one day. And it was perfect. Perfect little hiding place for us, where noone could find us. It was real cheap, another added bonus, and we got free sweets all the time.
Five years later, and we still meet there every day after school.