The Last Big Scam [Completed]

Chapter 9- Early

Kevin's POV

I open my heavy eyes.
Did last night really happen?
It must be a dream. Double Dork would never do something so stupid like self-harm. I roll over in bed, so I could face my night stand, 5 AM. Ugh! I bury my head into the pillow. "Sleep!" I yell at myself. After another ten minutes, it was evident I wouldn't be going back to sleep.

I get up and walk to my bathroom and turn on my shower. Humming a song I don't quite remember the words to, I step into the shower. The water feels like a waterfall of warm water. My muscles relax as I stand there. The sight I may or may not have seen last night pops into my head. I jump. Stop. No. Stop, I don't want to think of things like that!

The occurrence in the shower scared me so I had decided to get out, it was now 5:15, and currently I was picking at the cereal I had poured myself. I'm not that hungry.

All I want to do is go to school, which is definitely not like my normal self, but I just have a feeling I should be there. I pick up my school bag off the couch, go to the garage, pull out my motorcycle, and start it; with luck the thing actually worked.

I try to focus on the road but my brain feels fuzzy like I had spun in a circle quickly many times. Somehow I managed to get to the school in this state without any problems.

Only a few people were there, since school didn't start for about another hour or so. I parked my bike in my normal spot and walked into the building.

The halls echoed as my feet hit the floor, making a echoing rhythm of shoes hitting the floor. It was so weird to be here when it wasn't crowded with crowds a of horny, smelly, and wild teenagers.

Before I knew it I ended up to a room that I had never been to. It was filled with books upon books. This must be the library, right? Well, I don't really do much reading since I had to maintain the reputation as the cool quarterback and not some dork who keeps his nose in books.

"I guess the room is cozy though," I think to myself. I mean, there is some chairs in the middle of the room, a desk with two computers on it, some posters up on the walls, and a sweet aroma was in the air.

I think this is the only room that hadn't been locked.
What could I do for an hour in here?
I sat down on a chair that was fluffy, like a cloud, and warm. Pulling my bag off of my shoulders I looked at the contents of it. I had my messy binder for all my classes- paper protrude out everywhere, a notepad, and some pencils-pens-and markers scattered throughout the bag.
I zipped it back up, not in the mood to go through my bag- it was like a f'in maze to find anything you need in that bag.

I sit my bag down and decide to explore the room. The bookshelf's were so tall they touched the roof of the school, the colorful books seemed to brighten the room even more so then I had noticed before. One book especially stood out, it was a light shade of gray while the rest around it were a red, blue, or black. I pull it off the shelf and inspect it. The title of the book is It Isn't So Perfect . There wasn't a spot for an other, just the title scratched into the cover. I flipped to the first page. It was a lined page written in with black pen, the words written in beautiful handwriting.

I discovered today that the cliche idea from the television shows is real. Smart kids are prone to getting bullied by others. So I gave them what they wanted, a reaction...

On the second page, it had a similar thing written on it. It continued on and on; pages upon pages- of this cruelty the written on these pages. Then it stopped. The line pages left blank.

I flipped back a page.

I've been good. I haven't --- in a while. I am trying to ignore the rudeness of my peers. I am getting adapted to it.. Only took 3 years... I'm trying to leave this off on a good note right now... I get to watch his game today. <3

The bell rings. It has been an hour already? I sigh and set the book back on the shelf laying it down. Maybe I will come back later and try to understand the book. The author couldn't have left his book off like that.

Grabbing my bag I walk out of the library and shut the door and go to my locker; Putting my bag in there. "HEY HOE!," Nat says closing my locker for me with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hi," I reply- he does this everyday- sort of his thing.

"You should regret missing the celebration."

I shrug.

"I saw this hottie with a fineeee body."

"So?"

"He has purple hair and wore a black shirt with blue strips and-," he drifts off before telling me the rest of the sentence.

He looks up at me and smiles a little more, "he is playing hard to get."

I chuckle. For the time I have known Nat he would flirt with people all the time, but I hadn't ever really heard much about those people.
"So what is his name?"

"I don't know, but he is my cupcake."

"c'mon love bird, let's get to class," I say while chuckling and putting my arm over his shoulder.

-time skip-

I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on in chemistry. I just didn't care about this class. It was boring.

When the teacher spoke all I heard was the "wa. Wah. Wa," like in Charlie Brown.

"Edd Pensky?"

No answer.

I looked up from my desk I had been drawing on and looked to the front, Edd wasn't there. That was not like him, he had never missed a day of school.

The class all went quiet, noticing the same thing. The star student wasn't here.