Hardly. Falling, That Is.

three

  "... Why am I even friends with you? What kind of friend wakes me up from a harmonious rest to gO TO CALCULUS? A bad friend. You're in your own category of bad friends. Cyan, look at me, seriously, you're worse than friends who steal your pizza when you're on your period. I can't believe this... I feel so betrayed." I stalked ahead of her, elbowing my way through this claustrophobic's nightmare. Cyan caught up with no issue at all, especially considering I was really only a foot ahead. Cy shook her head with an amused smile and I narrowed my eyes at her.
   "You probably think I'm half kidding right now, but I swear to you, I am not. The next time you find something that makes you remotely happy, even if it's a smidgen, I will pulverize it in an instant." Her only response is an arch of an eyebrow, but I sigh and reluctantly let the anger slip away. The exhaustion and mental turmoil has been chipping away and each day is one I drag myself through by the tips of my fingernails, and eventually those tips will wear away. Cy rests her hand on my left shoulder and gently nudges me into the classroom, the smell of fear and desperation pungent and piercing.
   Fucking hell. Of course we still manage to show up late even with a crazy friend in a rush to get here, of course.
   "What an honor it is that you choose to finally grace us with your presence, by all means, take your time again." Despite the inner fury that was brewing, I composed my facial expressions making sure to hide any tells of the murderous tendencies that might form in the next hours to come. Miss Menoetius' sarcasm and general distaste for her profession and her students is not anything I'm going to give a rat's ass to.
    "Hey, sit down would ya? You're blockin' the view of Menoetius' beautiful face." Henry snickered, his clowny remark unintentionally making me more pissed off. Behind Henry, there is a virtually empty row except for-Justin? Jamie?- a boy with a name that starts with a J and has some letters and stuff. His amber colored eyes flickered up to mine and I stopped, staring far too deeply into them to be anything but awkward.
    "It's James."
    "What?" I can feel the warmth pool back into my cheeks, as if I wasn't feeling dead inside a mere minute ago.
    "My name is James." Shifting my weight to my other foot, I cringe at the realization that I had spoken out loud. I feel a nervous chuckle escape me, but it doesn't sound like my own, and I just scramble into the seat next to him.
    I glance at him through the corner of my eye and see his face set in stone, tilted toward the window, chin in his left hand and I am surprised at the similarity to myself. Instead of moving on like most would, his face flashes in my mind periodically and each time, I am startled, wondering why I had never taken a good look at him before.
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It's been a while and I am still yet to figure out how to log on to Wattpad through my laptop, but patience is a virtue, I suppose. I hope you enjoyed this chapter although these beginning ones are just to prep and get familiar with characters.
Thanks and until the next update,
ang