Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

4 ~ Thomas

I move my pencil across the page, not actually talking the notes, just moving the pencil.

My mind, it's numb. I think I over worked myself, because I can no longer focus on my work. Not in one class had I actually listened, and it scared me.

Glancing around to my peers, I find that nobody is really listening. It's obvious, Mr. Wilson either doesn't know, or just doesn't care.

He writes something on the whiteboard, I try to balance my glasses so I could see better, but they fall crooked once again. The way the frame sits on my nose is painful after a while. However was my mistake for leaving them on the floor beside my bed last night. I stepped on them, thankfully, they didn't snap in half.

I jump, the last bell echoing into the room. My chair scrapes the floor as I scoot out of it. Grabbing my books, I walk to the door, ready to escape the building .

"Mr. Hood?"

I turn back to Mr. Wilson. He was leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest.

I gulp. His stance reminding me too much of my own fathers when he chastises me.

"Yessir?" I hug my books to my chest, hiding my sweating hands. I've been very on-edge lately, hopefully he's not going to be mad at me also.

He bites his lip. " can you sit down for a moment? I'd like to speak to you." He gestures to the desk directly in front of him.

I nod, setting my books on the desk, and sitting in the blue, plastic chair.

" Thomas, is everything alright with you?" He asks, voice light, as if he can tell I'm in a fragile state.

I look down my my hands, ripping the corner of some random worksheet. I can feel his wondering eyes on my every move.

"I'm fine sir."

It goes quite and I find my self looking back up at him.  His eyebrows were furrowed, he looked like he was pondering something.

"I know somethings up, Thomas. You've been spacing out during my class. You never raise your hand to answer questions anymore. Whats wrong?" He runs his hand through his salt and pepper hair.

"I'm fine. I Really am. I'm just tired." I grab my books. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, but I need to get going."

He nods. " alright. Have a good day Thomas, and remember, you can tell me anything." He flashes me a bright smile.

"Yessir." I mumble, quickly walking out of the room.

The hallways are eerily vacant, only the small pats of my foot steps were echoing down the thin walkways. A chill ran down my back, causing me to quicken my step to my locker.

I ball of anxiety forms in my stomach. My fingers fumble with the lock. It too quite. I open my locker and shove my things into my bag. I just want to leave.

I don't even want to go home, because I know Calum skipped school again. I shut my locker and turn on my heel towards the door.

I just don't understand, how can he just go against them like that. Especially after they warned him.

I push open the large, green, metal doors that holds captive all the stress of school in side the old building.