The New Boy

Chapter 17

'Am I the only one I know? Waging these wars behind my face and above my throat. Shadows will scream that I'm alone oh oh.
I-I-I-I have a migraine, and my pain will range from up, down and sideways. Thank god it's Friday, cause Friday's will always be better than Sundays because Sundays are my suicide days.
I don't know why they always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle. Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed. Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
Let it be said, what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me defending in a defenceless test. Being tested by a ruthless examiner, that's represented best by my depres...sing thoughts. I don't have writers block, my writer just hates the clock. It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead, and sometimes death seems like it's better than the migraine in my head.
Am I the only one I know? Waging these wars behind my face and above my throat. Shadows will scream that I'm alone. But I know that I've made it this far.
Kid.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm am not as fine as I seem. Pardon. For yelling I'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psychi. It's a diffe-'

"Scott, Scott!" Dad shouted, pulling out my earphones.

"What!?" I shouted, sitting up in my bed.

"You've got school, you can't be sick forever" he sighed, "you've already missed the first four days"

"And I'll miss the next four"

"You know that's out of the question" he replied, frowning, "go to school"

I never actually told him what happened at the lacrosse game. It would of just made him upset and worried. I did beg to leave town though, I literally got on my knees and pleaded him. All he said was that I had to at least try to finish a semester here before even considering another move.

I groaned and slumped out of bed and out of the back door as quickly as I could. I didn't want to risk further conversation with him right now, especially after the game.

I sat in my car and looked at the steering wheel just like I had on my first day.

"Today will be different, today you will keep your head down and not talk to anyone" I whispered to myself, "you can be a nobody if you already think of yourself a nothing...". I started driving towards the school, the ever growing pit in my stomach seemed to swallow all the happiness and hope I had left. I reached into the back with my free hand and grabbed my black hoodie, that was one way of disappearing I guess.

I parked into a empty spot and climbed out. Everyone seemed to be in their classes. Oh well, it's not the first time I've been late to class...

I didn't bother with books, I just wondered straight to my English class in a daze.

"Who has any opinions on the emotion in last weeks reading?" I could hear Mr. Carver asked the quiet class as I opened the door, "Mr. Adams, I wasn't aware you'd be gracing us with your presence today"

"Well, consider yourself graced" I sighed, trudging past him and sitting in my usual seat with a hollow, slumping noise. I could feel Allison and Lydia's eyes on me from the second I came in. Luckily they both sat behind me so I could happily bury my chin in my crossed arms on the desk. My hood was still up slightly but it was barely covering the back of my head, it did the job though, everyone seemed pretty unaware of me, except for Allison and Lydia who were clearly astounded by my appearance, they probably thought I already left town.

"Mr. Adams?" Mr. Carver walked down the aisle and up to me, "can you embellish on the reading I set last week"

Obviously not. I'd not had that at the top of my 'to do' list.

"No..." I grumbled.

"And why not?" He asked, folding his arms.

"I was busy" I sighed, sitting back in my chair and looking up at him with cold eyes.

"With what? Hmm?" He interrogated me as if I were some kind of fugitive.

"With more important things" I shrugged. I could hear the students snicker and whisper at the comment, trying to guess how much trouble I'd get in.

"Enlighten us then" he suggested, "tell the class what was more important"

I shook my head defensively and he chuckled.

"Catching a ball with a stick every now and again isn't going to get you a job. If I were you, I'd do the reading next time, or else..." He turned away and headed back to his desk.

Stay down. Stay down. Don't say a word and stay down...

I stood up, my chair scratching along the floor, "or else what?" I raised my eyes brow.

"Sit down Mr. Adams"

"I asked you a question" I hissed, curling my hands into fists.

"And I told you. Sit. Down"

"Make me" I growled.

"Why don't you step outside for a few minutes Mr. Adams?" He asked, starting to worry slightly. He obviously made the choice to back down and not piss me off today. He'd seen me ram someone into the floor, that might put a person off. However, I was in a bad, unhelpful mood.

"I'm fine right here actually" I shrugged.

"Step outside. Now" he repeated with an angrier tone.

"I. Don't. Want. To" I growled. I could make out Allison staring at me in fear in the corner of my eye.

"Do you want to step into the principles office instead?"

I looked at him quietly for a moment then shrugged and stormed past him just as the bell sounded and class ended.

"Scott?..." I heard Allison say from behind me, "Scott please wait"

"What?" I sighed, opening my locker for the first time in days.

"I thought you'd left town"

"Well, you thought wrong"

She looked at me in silence, taking in my rugged, dirty look. I wasn't exactly in my best form today.

"Look, please just tell me what's going on, tell my everything... Or anything, just something" she begged.

"Why would I tell you?" I mumbled, shutting my locker and looking at her.

"Because you were supposed to be the right guy for me... I was supposed to trust you!" She suddenly snapped. As I looked closer I could tell she hadn't slept much either, I wouldn't be able to, if I found out I was in a relationship with a psychopath, "Hell! I was going to loose it with you!" She shouted, alerting a few of the students around us as she shoved something into my hand and stormed off. I looked into my hand and saw a unwrapped condom. Wait, what?

"Allison, okay!" He ran after her, stuffing the condom in his pocket so people wouldn't get the wrong idea. She was starting to cry again and that made a terrible pit of guilt grow in my stomach.

"Okay what?!"

"Okay, we can talk... About everything... Or something... Just come to my house after school okay?"

There was another long pause as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and sighed.

"Fine... I'll be there"