Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Remedies.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" I asked for the fifth time since we had arrived at school.

A look of annoyance briefly crossed over Hunters face, as he choked back a jerkish remark, this of course was because Earlier I had scolded him for being so mean to me and he promised he would try and refrain from being such an asshole.

"I'm fine. Besides, I've got a 'parent' note to excuse me from PE today" Hunter gloated as he held the note in front of my face.

"That's great. But if you need me, don't hesitate to text me" I said sternly, wanting him to pay attention and to stop being a smartass. I had to re-patch each one of his wounds which seemed to be worse than they were the night before. This morning I confirmed my thoughts; that whatever attacked him had set out to kill. But, I was still clueless as to what had attacked him in the first place.

"How sweet of you, thank you Mom"

I sighed and looked away from him, "Well I better get off to class.."

His smirk disappeared and he nodded. "Right, have a good day then" And he walked off.

I stood there, a funny feeling coming over me, it felt like..annoyance? Disappointment? I felt like I should've hugged him or offered to walk him halfway to class. But instead I stood there, staring after him as he entered a large sea of kids heading into the main building.

The warning bell signaled that I had a few minutes left before the final bell rang, so I jogged the way to class. As I rounded the corner I spotted Cassandra standing near the Computer Lab doors, standing near her were several people.

"Holy shit, Zane. My parents took everything away. My phone, My computer, Television. I've got absolutely nothing.." Cassandra said in frustration.

I took in her long hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, her eyes bare of the usual thick dark eyeliner that encircled them on a daily and the sweatpants she was wearing and blurted out the words of a deadman. "Did they take away your makeup too?"

Cassandra stood there, her eyes slowly widening her mouth agape, she look mortified. "Are you saying I look like shit without it..?!"

I held my hands up in defense and shook my head "No..No, no, no, no.." I said as I backed away "I've gotta get to class. Let's talk about this at lunch"

I practically slid through the classroom doors, into Mr. Salvatore's class. I glanced briefly at him as he sat at his desk, his eyes instantly shot up to look at me.

Ever since I left his flat that night after catching him being intimate with some man, I was set to avoid him. I had avoided him completely, ditching his classes and not answering his emails. But, over the weekend when I forgot to check the mailbox before my mom, she recieved the letter which stated that I had been ditching first hour excessively and My mother nor my father were pleased with me.

Once I took my seat he immediately began the lesson. I listened partially as he went on about a five page essay on how Rome could inspire us to write.

"No disrespect Mr. S, but a five page essay on Rome? What's the occasion? You said this class would help us, not hurt us and by hurt I mean my hand because if I --"

"Logan, please. You're in high school and sometimes you have to deal with those responsibilities of having to do assignments that display your talents of being able to express your thoughts thoroughly"

The class groaned and I just smirked, writing down the due date of the paper, I didn't bother looking up as he spoke up again.

"For the remainder of the class time, I would like you to read the last chapters of 'Historic Cultures of Rome' and pair up with a partner to jot down some ideas. Two brains are better than one and you can help your partner brain storm some ideas and vice versa. Please begin"

I traced patterns along some deep gashes in the desk top and glanced around the classroom. Out the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Salvatore standing near his desk, staring in my general direction, I was almost 100% sure he was waiting for me to make eye contact with him first and it would be a cold day in hell before I would. Because for whatever reason, I was livid with him.

Mr. Salvatore cleared his throat and spoke up "Is there a reason you aren't working Zane?"

After a few moments too long of no response, a couple students twisted in their seats to probably see if I was still alive. I waited a few beats longer before speaking.

"May I be excused to the nurse?" I said in monotone, not daring to make eye contact, I instead concentrated on tracing the gashes made in the desktop with my thumb.

"What seems to be the problem?"

I sighed and looked up, but I kept my eyes on the door, he made me sick, acting inoccent and as if he didn't know how he acted. I was sick of beating around the bush. "I'd rather not discuss that with you. Can I go or not?" I said, my voice thick with annoyance.

Several more students turned in their desks to look back at me, a few snickered. " A word outside, Zane" And without another word, he turned and strode towards the classroom door.

I pushed myself up from my desk and grabbed my messenger bag, tugging it up over my shoulder. I slid outside the classroom into the semi-empty hallway. Salvatore pushed the door closed and stood directly in front of me.

I stared at his chest.

His voice made me shiver, it was low and urgent, almost as if he had been really concerned. "Where have you been, Zane?"

I stared at his chest some more, hoping a response would magically appear.

When I didn't respond he became agitated. "Suddenly you can't fucking speak?" He hissed.

I narrowed my eyes and looked off to the side. "I don't answer to you" I wanted to kick myself, Was that seriously the best I could come up with?

He chuckled, but it wasn't a happy chuckle. "I don't get what you're being so snappy about, I've done nothing but help you"

"I'm going to the nurse now" I said hastily, without saying anything more I turned and walked off.

"We'll talk about this later"

No. We wouldn't, 'talk about' this later, I thought to myself. He wasn't the dictator of me or the decisions I made. Besides, I had better things to focus on. Like what had attacked Hunter, Chris and then maybe I'd have time to focus on Oliver.