built by bones

Aiden:

We turn up to class late, with the racist slut all up in my face about it.

"What is your problem Mr Brookes! You reek of cigarette smoke and alcohol! And you come in here with all this swagger as if this is your country!"

"We live in a free country. And are you saying this ain't my country because i'm British! Racism." I call out, as Ms Jose's face turns red with rage.

She turns to the goody too shoes kid, "And you Christopher Claines? What's your excuse?" She looks him up and down.

"I-I" the boy stammered, shaking with fear.

He was as white as a sheet, as if he saw a ghost. I could almost feel the ground shaking from his constant shivers. Maybe I was a massive asshole, but for once, cut me a bit of slack.

"It was my fault." I told her, as she returned her glares at me.

I knew that the guy couldn't take the punishment. I mean, look at him. A-star student with the perfect life and perfect family and popular girlfriend. He reeked of perfection, and a little bit of screw up was what he couldn't handle.

'So hey, help the guy out a little' my subconscious told me.

Ms Jose just stares at me with her hatred filled eyes but simply just tells us to take a seat.

The two of us just sit in the empty seats beside one another, as Ms continues her lesson.

"Thank you," Chris whispers. I turn to look at him for a second.

He reeked of innocence.

Warm brown eyes, large like moons.

And this curly mop of brown hair that flopped down.

To be honest, he looked like someone who didn't live. Just someone trying to figure his life out by simply, following the boring stereotypes and doing what mommy says is right. And for some reason, I knew I didn't really like him.

But yet, I still wanted to know him.

"Don't worry. But, you owe me." I smirk as an idea comes to mind. He looks as frightened as when we entered the classroom.

This was going to be a great deal of fun.