We Don't Need Another Twilight [On Hold]

Chapter Two

"Wish we could turn back time...
To the good old days...
When our mommas sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out..."

(A/N: This is a song by 21 Pilots, Stressed Out. I did not make this. )

Aleks shifted in his bed, nearly knocking his alarm off the bedside table. As the music continued, he grunted and slowly sat up. His ink-black fringe covered his eyes, so he ran a hand through his hair to calm it. Seeing the black blur of his phone, he grabbed it and shut the alarm feature off. With his other hand, he reached for his glasses and shoved them on his face.
He blinked as the world around him became focused and yawned quietly. He set his phone back down on the table and stood up. Stretching, he made his way out of his room and into the bathroom. He brushed through his tangled mass of hair and brushed his teeth. He then put on his watch and went back into his room. He slipped on a pair of black slacks, a Scratch21 shirt, and slid his phone into his pocket.
As he walked into the living room, he picked up his signature black jacket from where he had left it the day before and put it on. He also brought his backpack with him and grabbed his keys from its side pocket. Heading to his car, he got in and started the engine, turning off the radio after it started up.
  He had his second block classes today, which meant today would be worse than yesterday. As smart as he was, Aleks was in advanced math and science with the upperclassmen, who despised him more than the kids his age. He also had Physical Education, which he thought should be renamed "how to torture people for fun education", though it was childish. He ended the day with Library, so he could at least enjoy himself a little bit.
The ride to school was uneventful, aside from a crazed "NASCAR" driver trying to deafen everyone with his car horn. He parked in the back of the lot, deserted except for a green smart car, and made his way through the cars and up the steps.
Almost as soon as he entered, he grunted as his back hit the cold stone of the wall.
"Look who we've got here, boys. The murderer actually had the guts to come to school today."
The owner of the voice smirked. He was tall, at least six feet, and wide in build. His uneven muscles were twitching, a sign of just how much he was enjoying this, savouring the pain. Behind him, three similar looking boys were smiling haughtily and cheering him on.
"Ya, Pete, show him what we do to those who dare to trespass on our turf."
Said the one on the far left, his muscle shirt and wristband identifying him as a member of Pete's crew. All of them wore the wristband, the two intertwined silver snakes symbolizing the power they held.
  The other students in the vicinity scurried off to their classes as Pete slammed him into the wall again, this time harder. Aleks glared, but didn't put up resistance as Pete pulled his fist back, preparing to strike.
  Aleks closed his eyes, bracing for impact, when a voice rang out from farther down the hall.
  "Boys? You don't want to be late, do you? Stop socializing and get to class."
  The teacher, unrecognized by Aleks, continued past and went into another room. Aleks was relieved as he was set back on the ground, roughly.
  "Listen. You're not getting off today. You just got lucky. Don't skip out on gym today... I'll be waiting."
  With that he left, his lackeys trailing behind him. Trying to ignore the threat, Aleks ran through the nearly deserted halls to put his books away and get what he needed for Advanced Calculus.
-Timeskip-
He ended up being late, the bell ringing just a few seconds before he could get into the room. His calculus teacher, Ms. Paar, only nodded to him as he slipped into his seat, understanding, to an extent, why he was late.
She began the lesson by opening the textbook to a problem and writing it on the board.
2(x+y)=20
x=y
3x+y=20

(A/N: This is Algebra, I know)

"Who can answer this?", she asked.
A jock on the back of the room raised his hand cockily. Ms. Paar nodded to him and handed him a marker so he could write on the board.
He wrote on the board as he said, "Since x is equal to y, we can substitute x and y for one or x."
He wrote:
2(x+x)=20
3x+x=20
Continuing, he explained, "Because 3x + x is equal to 20, that means 4x is equal to twenty. Therefore, X is 4 and Y is 4, since y is equal to X."
Stepping back, he grinned proudly and went back to his seat. The class was silent for a moment, before Ms. Paar coughed awkwardly.
"Ummm... Would anyone else like to try?"
No one raised there hand. Scanning the room, her eyes landed on Aleks, who was lowering himself into his chair.
"Aleks, how about you? You have an A in this class. Come on up."
She said this happily, but the other students, most of whom were doing badly, growled and glared. Aleks shakily made his way up to the front of the class and picked up the marker.

He was almost right.
Aleks wrote. He circled the equation 4x=20.
The only thing is, 4•4 does not equal 20. So you divide 20 by 4 to get 5. X and Y are both equal to 5.

He set down the marker and stared at the floor.
"Wonderful, Aleks, amazing job. You can take a seat. So, class, turn to page 528 in your textbook and complete..."
He walked back to his seat, trying to ignore the various glares he was getting, and mentally cringed. Ms. Paar wasn't a bad teacher, but she didn't realize that she was making the situation worse.
  Aleks managed to survive until the end of the period. As soon as the bell rang, he sprinted to Biology, which, luckily, was uneventful. Then came Physical Education. Standing outside the door to the locker room, Aleks swallowed. Slowly, he pushed in the door.

To Be Continued...