Metanoia

Chapter 2

I wake up, feeling like death from the alarm clock ringing in my ears. I slap it over and over until I can't hear it. I rub my hands over my face as I finally get enough courage to sit up. I yawn, stretching out my arms. I hit my right arm aganst my wall from stretching too far and yelp, making me wake up completely. I stand up and stretch once more. I get my uniform layed out on my bed as I walk into my bathroom. I plug in my straightener and I start to play music on my phone, using Spotify. Kanye comes on and I hum to the music. I start to clamp my hair down, between the hot paddles and I do that for the next 20 minutes or so. I spray some dry hair shampoo in my hair, near the roots and I rub it towards the ends. I take my hand a poof up the side of my hair up slightly. Noticing I look like a fucking acorn, I mess my hair up and just swipe my hair to the left with my hands. I notice that works better than actually trying to style it. I huff and walk back into my room and start to get changed. I finish pulling my shirt over my head and button it up a slight bit too low. I grab my backpack as I'm all ready late. I run out the door and start walking. Running was never my thing, always broke down with asmtha in less that 5 seconds of running. I zipper my jacket up, as it is cold.

I eventually get to class, and sit down and whisper to myself, "Another day in Paradise". It's social studies, which is pretty boring. It's basically a free period because the teacher is never in. And when she is she's on her phone texting or something. I bite on my cheek once more, and scan my eyes over the class. My eyes stop when I see the goodie boy. I roll my eyes, putting a piece of gum in my mouth and chewing on it. The flavour invades my mouth and it's honestly pleasant. I look down at my shoes, tapping them as they make a hollow sound as my shoes have a small heel to them. Like honestly the smallest of smallest heel, it's my stupid school's dress code. I look back up at the goodie boy and realise his deep blue piercing eyes already staring at my cinnamon brown ones. I squint my eyes at him, as he just looks elsewhere.  Time passes and now we're in art, the only class I actually enjoy. I just doodle haru from an anime. Once a year we have to do a project, and it's two people per project. I normally just lay the whole thing on the other person but it depends on who they are. Last year my bestfriend and I did it, but he isn't one earth anymore.. I don't like thinking about it so I shake my head to get it out of my mind. The art teacher is a full out bitch, though. Looks like one too, she just has that resting bitch face that makes you wanna punch her. ...physco thoughts, how nice.

"Hello class, today we'll be announcing the pairs that must work TOGETHER in order to complete this art project. The art project must include what type of impact you have on each other's lives, you can use any type of material, as long as it doesn't get everywhere." She says. The art project actually sounds pretty cool, but I don't know anyone... no one knows me.
"Patricia, you're with Fabian.
Tabitha, is with dil.
Jenna, will be with Adrienne.
Seth, and Adrian.
Ellen, Cathy.
Caroline, Georgie.
Micheal you're with Nick," the teacher says. We have a small class, everyone left as the tuition went up in price. Like alot, so there's about 16 people per class. The art teacher said everyone except for- " Daniel, you'll be with Philip." She says, sitting back down in her chair zoning back into her phone. I notice what she just said, I'm with that goodie boy. Fuck.. fuck fuck fuck. He's so annoying you gotta be kidding me. I look around to see if he has the same reaction as me, but he doesnt. He's smiling and walking over, and takes a seat right next to me.

"Hi, I'm sure we talked before." He says in a stern northern accent. "I know you don't like me, and honestly your first impression sucked. So I don't really like you either" goodie boy says. Hm, I guess he can have attitude.

" I don't care if you like me or not, I honestly couldn't care at all. We don't have to be friends, we just need to get this project done." I say, smirking to myself and crossing my arms.

"Ya, agreed." He says. Goodie boy is taller than me, but he seems innocent, so why is he trying to portray a strong figure? It's so sudden.

"I don't know why you're acting like Mr tough guy, goodie boy." I say slightly smirking still as I look over at him. He's playing with his finger nails or something.

Goodie boy looks over with me, his face makes him look like he just found out his sister was pregnant. But he stayed quiet and just huffed. The atmosphere changed when I said that, it's like he softened up. Little by little. He just seems way too fragile. It's almost cute, yet sickening. I chew on my lip, watching over as everyone else talked  and laughed and we stayed quiet.

"I'll be the grown up here, I'm dan, daniel howell." I say with sarcasm in my voice. I turn over in my seat to face him, putting my arm on the table.

"Oh, I'm Phil, Philip lester. Nice to meet you." Goodie boy that goes by Phil says. He turns around as well facing me. 

"So what would you want to have our project atleast look like?" I question goodie boy.

"Well, how you're like the bad boy and I'm the good boy of the class." He says, and I smile at my brand, 'bad boy' Huh? I can get used to that.
Goodie boy goes on talking, " anyways, how about we just draw like white and black colliding, creating a galaxy?" He says.

"Oh, that sounds cool and aesthetically pleasing.  Sure." I say as I chew on my lip some more.  There's awkwardness in the air, more than I'd honestly like but I can't fix it. "I know it's bullshit though, there's nothing between us and I want it to stay that way, lester." I say.

"Whatever, as long as we pass." I hear lester boy say and I smirk at that, but it quickly fades away. The bell is about to ring, it's Thursday and the project is due monday. Fuck. How are we gonna do this? I think to myself. Oh, who fucking cares it's just a project.

" you can come to my house, if you'd like. I mean we do have to work on this project, and I have art supplies." I hear him state. I look over at him, he's getting his books ready and walks out of class. I soon follow him, going to our last class. We don't have many classes till it gets colder. But now we have gym, and it's honestly one of the only subjects I find entertaining. You literally don't have to do anything there, nothing. I walk into the gym and throw my books on the bleachers, and sit down pulling out my phone. I immediately go onto tumblr, slumping my back aganst the cold white wall. I cross my legs and sit on them and plug in my headphones. I play one of my favorite playlists, collecting myself as I close my eyes and just think. Today's Thursday, the week is almost over. Thank god. I look around for goodie boy.. but why am I even bothering? He's nothing to me. But something draws me towards him. I find him, he has the ball in rugby.

I watch him for a little while, he's not athletic, at all. Neither am i, I can't run for shit. But that's not the point, it's not that Phil is bad, he just hasn't had practice. I'm sure I can fix that.