Frozen inside (Kellic)

chapter 1

It was hard fast-pace walking and trying not to get caught, it made me wonder if any of this was even worth it?

The hallways were narrow, with baige  alls and carpet floors. On a regular school day, you wouldn't be walking as freely as I am. I guess you could say cliques are a big thing at Bryerwood High, but it's whatever. I guess you could also say im well-known, but popularity is something I don't ever want to be apart of. Playing football was always something my dad forced on me, never wanted to do it, I don't really care about, but the thing is...I'd that I just don't know what to do with my life, I have no interest in anything else, it feels as if something's missing.

I shrugged. My thoughts were consuming me, I then pull out my silver phone an  dial Gabes number, "Hello?"

"Dude! What the hell?? you guys left me!!" he shouted at me, I rolled my eyes as I paced the walk way, gazing openly at the bare walls.

"Gabe, gabe, where are you?"

"I'm in the-"

But all of a sudden, I hear footsteps behind me, and as I turn, I curse as I gaze at the counselor. "shit." I say, underneath my breath as I hang up on him.

"Mr. Bostwick, consider yourself to have a weeks worth of Saturday detentions. You've decided to ditch detention twice and enough is enough, " the manly woman tells me, "you're comin' with me punk." She finished, grabbing my arm violently as she pulled me to the detention room.

As I got inside, I jerked away from her, walking over to a seat. I rolled my eyes and I honestly wanted to leave. I don't belong here an  it was only a dumb little joke. I sigh, as I pulled out my homework, a sudden knocking on the door made me jump a bit.

The counselor then looked up, we met eye contact, "don't go anywhere, Quinn. One peep outta' you and I'll tell your coach all about the behavior and attitude you seem to have." She says, rubbing the donut crusts from her light shirt and wiping it on her jeans as she opened the door for TH  obviously late student.

I flipped her off when she turned away from me. F.ucking bitch.

But I looked over anyway, to see who it was; it was an unfamiliar kid, though. Did he even go here?

He had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes with a slender, but slightly muscular build around his arms. His ears were pierced with black plugs and he had a sliver nose piercing at the right of his nostril. His skin was a powdery tannish color that went with the perplexity of his complex face, his expression was firm but relaxed.

He wore dark jeans, an oldies rock band shirt, and several chains hanging from his jeans, he stared at the counselor, but then momentarily to me, "...Um I'm V-vic...Fuen-t-tes.." He stuttered awkwardly, while handing her the slip. She  nodded and spoke to him quietly and he sat down right beside me and pulled out his homework.

I pondered, who was this guy? I've never seen him before...But then again I don't pay attention to the emo kids.

I shake my head, I needed to understand this math, I'm taking math 8 because I suck at it. (4x *16)= 4. solve.

"What the hell?" I say to myself, biting my eraser. How the actual f.uck am I supposed to do this shit? Like what the hell? I'm an athlete, this isn't worth it, this needs to get out of my face and chill. Like honestly-

"You'd have to divide sixteen by both sides, and since both sixteen and sixteen would cancel each other out, your  left with sixteen divided by four, which is four, and you'd have to divide  four by four to get x." Vic tells me, in a whisper tone of voice.

I widen my eyes, "how did you..?"

He chuckled, closing his book, "I'm in algebra."

I nod, "dude I haven't seen you before, you new?" I ask him, he's obviously smart and knows what he's talking about.

But he shakes his head, as he bit his lip lightly, "nah..if  been here since freshmen year." He says to me, ever so bluntly, I shrug, suddenly embarrassed.

"Oh-"

But as soon a  I'm about to speak, the he/she interrupts, "NO TALKING!" she shouts, and it mad  both Vic an  I jump, but I mentally laugh to myself.

It's gunna be a long week.