It's Complicated

The Blonde Boy

JAKE’S POV

I ruffled my hair (even though it already looks like a stampede ground), plugged my ‘phones to its thrones grabbed my bag and got the Hades out of our house. I’m welcomed with a gray, overcast sky as I slammed the door shut. Why am I such a rush? Ever heard of school?

As I walked to school, I observed the very gray, rain-heavy clouds. Oh, how I love the sea of gray that has that gradient effect from white to dark gray then blonde... Wait, BLONDE? Oh, silly me, just you everyday blonde-haired boy on the street. But he seems to be in a sticky situation, I jogged to go and check on him.

"Hey! You need a hand?” I said, causing him to turn around in surprise. As he turned around, I’m greeted by a lean but slightly toned body over a dark green form-fitting shirt, dark blue pants and a face framed by unruly, blonde hair blessed with the most memorable cheeks, rosy and full lips and the most beautiful blue eyes but filled for a while with surprise. I think I’ve gone brain dead for about a minute because he started to blush under my gaze. I quickly said sorry with embarrassment (thankfully) hidden.

 “Oh, it’s ok. You have at least a sheet of paper in your bag?” he said with that sexy, intoxicating voice of his. Good thing I just cut myself in the bathroom earlier, the sting is the only thing that’s keeping me locked on this planet.

“Uh, I don’t have any pad paper here, but I have spare filler.”

“That’s fine. Anyway, I’m Jaycee Parker, lives at 71, East Crawford Way.”

“Jake Michaels, just moved from San Fierro, Vinewood. Lives across at what I think is your house. Right?” The last part caught him by surprise.

“So you’re the Michaels? The new neighbors?”

“Yep. I got to ask, is your room the one with the green curtains? At the front of the street?”

“Why?” he suddenly grew nervous.

"Just curious.” That’s a complete lie, I really wanted to say if he’s the one I saw stark naked this morning, but it might scare the crap out of him. He blushed out of the blue, as if reading my mind. He nodded in reply like his voice has failed him.

“Anyway, where school do you go to?” I immediately said, I’m afraid that his pores suddenly give way and let all the blood gush out of his face.

“West Edmond High, you?” He said with relief evident in his voice. Relief that the subject has changed that is.

“Same here, would you tour me there sometime?” I asked

“Sure, but let do the talking in the road, better be early than late there.” He replied, and me silently agreeing.

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To say that West Edmond has amazed me would be a huge understatement. This school has everything! Free Wi-Fi, extra large hallways and locker space, 3 functioning science laboratories with each lab designed for a specific subject and a massive, functioning, regular-updating, air-conditioned, read-anything-except-porno library? This friggin school didn’t amaze me; it sent me to all levels of Cloud 9! And for the first (and only) time, I went brain dead TWICE.

We went to the student affairs office and got our schedules, and for some coincidence we got the same schedule except for Spanish and World History Class. We left the office and proceeded to find room EW 06, our home and English room. We found it and entered, not knowing what’s on the other side of the door.

Ok, I’m not in Cloud 9, nor am I in heaven. I’m completely at Elysium, the ultimate party and happiness island of the Greeks. There’s a LED projector, surround-sound system that’s Dolby certified and... some weird port thingy that’s jutting out of our desks, ok pushing the ports aside, I’m gobsmacked.

We chose our seats (at the VERY front) and waited for the bell to ring, which wasn’t that long. After another few seconds, a middle-aged man entered the room with a big box of tablets... TABLETS? Wait, that box should have books in it, and then it hit me. This is an E-book school, no wonder there are no book fees.

He introduced himself as Mr. Higgins and started to give away the iPads when he suddenly said “Now, these are encrypted and connected to the school network. Dare to try install Instagram or access Facebook and Twitter, the next thing you know is you’re using the old school types.” After he said that, a lot of girls swore under their breath, stereotypes these days...

Homeroom went well until some guy named Aries Porcupina suddenly “broke” his dumpster-smelling cologne named “Chick Magnet” If you ask me; it’s more like “Fly Magnet”. But aside from him, who buys this stuff? Axe is fine! Anyway, we have to evacuate the room so we won’t die from the horrible smell. Good thing me and Jaycee are at the front, we still smell like us though I like his more which is a combination of a strange mix of wooden muskiness with a twist of licorice, a little strange but better than my sweat and Axe Click stink.

The bell rang a few minutes later, Aries got detention, about half of the class went to the nurse’s office because of nausea (I’m seriously doubting if they can even go to the lavatory without puking.) and we’re off to the library because the room still reeks of that dumpster juice.

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 While we’re walking to the Chemistry lab Jaycee asked if I would like to meet some of his friends, naturally I agreed for the sake to keep him happy, but if you ask me I’m fine with him alone.

 We entered the laboratory and chose our seats, after a good 45 minutes there, Aries (again) had “accidentally” knocked the test tube rack to the floor causing an orange puddle that our lab professor had predominantly feared before. If this school isn’t state-of-the-art, we’d have a second eye already from the mini radioactive crap that Aries had made. I will personally kill him if he doesn’t get suspended for that. At least the bell rang as a signal for lunch before I can even formulate a plan on how to kill the said guy.

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 As we head to the canteen, someone said “Hey Jace!” We turned around to see a brunette push through a group of jocks, I underestimated her strength when she got through but some jock wolf-whistled at her. Bad move, she turned around and slapped him so hard he fell to the ground then she kicked him hard on the balls that the guy released a garbled scream, she murmured at them sounding like “Dickheads.” As she neared us, I’m awestruck and shitting-my-pants-terrified at the same time, when she’s about a meter from us she turned to Jaycee and gave him a ‘sup nod and exchanged high-fives, then she turned to me and simply said “Skylar Clyde. Call me Sky... If you want to live.”