Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

14 ~ Thomas

A|N- Q&A at the end! ----

"I told you to finish it by this morning. " Seth hissed, slapping all my books out of my hand.

"I-I know, I didn't have time last night to-"

"Does it look like I care?" He roughly shoves my shoulder, causing me to lose balance and topple to the grey tiles of the school hall floor.

A chorus of laughter echoes through the hallway as I pick myself off the floor, my lips pulled down to a frown.

"What am I supposed to tell Mr. Wilson?" He asked, voice raised, blue eyes full with amusement and a swirl of anger.

"Tell him you left it at home?" I squeak, quickly bending down to grab my books.

He swings his foot roughly into my books, sending them down the hallway before I could grab them.

"Already used that one." He states, the amusement fading from his voice once he noticed people were starting to leave the scene, no longer caring about Seth and the pathetic nerd.

"Listen" He says, grabbing the collar of my shirt and backing me up to the wall of the hallway. "I'm feeling nice today, so you're lucky." He pauses, his eyes narrowing and his face leaning closer to mine. "But next time, you'll be sorry." He hisses, throwing my entire body back against the wall, my head smacking the wall creating a loud thud. A wave of pain crashes through my skull.

A few people turn back, hearing the loud sound. Seth's eyes brighten once he noticed the attention, causing him to say " you got it?" In his most threatening voice.

I shake my head, just wanting him to leave me alone. He mumbles a 'good' before turning to his friends. I can't help to observe that Peter was missing from his little group of jerks.

I sigh, waking down the hall to my scattered books, quickly picking them up so I wouldn't be late for class.

You know, I think I've figured out a small thing about life.

It likes to suddenly turn everything upside down and leave you clinging to whatever you have left so you don't fall. Holding on the the last piece of whatever you can so tight your knuckles turn white.

And My hands are starting to slip.

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For the first time in ages I don't get it.

I've never sat in class and just not understood. Listening to the teacher, look at the board, but it doesn't click.

How? Is it because I haven't had my normal study sessions when I get home because of my messed up family? Or because I keep zoning out and dosing off in class? I don't mean too, I really don't.

I strain my brain as Mr. Wilson hands out the worksheet.

I blink at the paper on my desk, reading the problem, then re-reading it. I rub my eyes, maybe I'm just tired.

I swallow hard, as the bell rings, how long was I staring at that paper?

"Mr. Wilson?" I ask, my heart starts to speed up as I walk up to his desk, the last student leaving through the door way.

He looks up at me, putting his laptop into his bag, a smile spreading in his lips. "Yes, Thomas?"

"I don't-" I clear my voice, "it's just that I- I mean I've been paying attention, I promise, but I, I just don't-"