Strangers (Zeath)

Angsty Art

I'm slow on updating btw. Sorry. Enjoy Heath's angst.

"Woooo... Yet another lame ass school." Heath hasn't even reached the entrance yet but he can already tell, by the bleak, broken down building, that this school was going to be just like the 7 other schools before it. His dad is a general in the army meaning he's moved around a lot. You'd think from having to introduce yourself to a new lot of classes 7 times, that Heath would be good at socialising... he aint. Personally Heath blames his non-existent relationship with his parents for his lack of excitement for other human beings. It didn't use to be all doom and gloom with his parents. It was good until he came out as gay when he was 13 and suddenly his father went from loving dad to army general who was ashamed of the boy he had to call son and of course his mother just followed her husband because let's be honest, his mum has been stuck up his father's arsehole for the last 20 years. Heath smiled at the thought of his mother actually being stuck up her husband's arse.

As he reached the gates, Heath gave a general scan of the other people walking through the gates to get an idea of what kind of people he would be spending his last few years at school with but mainly to hopefully find someone who looks like they hate humanity as much as Heath did. He had no luck and instead made his way into the main office to collect his timetable and locker number; from there he started his slow walk to his homeroom while scanning his timetable for the day. English first, maths second then art, science, calculus and finally gym. "Yeah I think after homeroom I'm just gunna have a smoke break until art then maybe another break for the rest of the day... I defiantly deserve it" he muttered to himself as he reached the door to his classroom.

"Ah! You must be Heath Hussar! I'm Mr Cooper" A voice excitedly boomed from the classroom. Stepping into the classroom, Heath died inside as he saw that the whole class had now gone quiet and was staring at Heath. "Uhh yeah Heath, that's me..." ffs, Heath groaned inwardly at how awkward this interaction was going. "I defiantly deserve a smoke break after this" he thought to himself.

"Yes well go and take a seat at the back" 'I think the teacher is inwardly groaning as much as I am.' He scanned for the empty seat, finding it situated between a girl that looks like she did her makeup with Cheetos who was obviously trying to flirt with the guy the other side of my seat. In fairness Heath didn't blame the bitch for trying, he looks good.

"Hey man, I'm Zane. Can you just talk to me for abit? Jessica, the other side of you won't stop talking to me and I can't tell her to stop. It's fucking frustrating so if we start talking she'll get bored of being ignored" right.

"Yeah um hi, I'm Heath but I guess you already picked that up when I walked in... um I'm from Florida originally..." wow is my life really that dull? Heath wondered to himself. "Sweet! I'm from Florida too. Pass me your timetable" Heath passed over his timetable sceptically to find Zane putting stars next to certain lessons.

"Now you know which classes you have with me" Zane said with a wink as he got up from his seat, swaying his hips slightly as he left the classroom along with everyone else. Heath hadn't even noticed the bell ringing which signalled end of lesson as he was still putting himself back together after Zane's small flirt with him. He thanked the gay god's as he made his way out the school for his well-earned cigarette. "Bitch its hard work being as thirsty as I am" Heath thought to himself.

Heath collected his stuff and found his way to the most secluded area behind the school that he could find and got out his pack of cigarettes and lighter.

As Heath was about to light his fag as a voice shouted, "Hey David! I found the guy that was making eyes at our boy Zane!" Heath looked up to see two guys both dressed in all black, one with blonde hair and a nose ring and the other with brown hair and black cap. Before Heath could even reply, he felt all the oxygen in his lungs be pushed out as the capped guy drove his fist into his stomach causing him to drop his fag and fall to the floor with a groan. He received one last blow to his face before they finally left. All Heath could do was just lay there on the damp, muddy ground as a warm liquid began to trickle out onto his chin.

"Ugh what the actual fuck? Only been here 2 hours and I'm already on the floor. Wow Heath this must be a new record" Heath sarcastically applauded himself.

Reaching up to feel his lip, his fingers was covered in blood. "Well fuck." Heath really didn't want to go back to school in the state that he was in but he really did need to clean himself up. Picking up his fag, he placed in back in his mouth, re-lit it and made his way to the entrance closest to the toilets. Naturally people were staring at the sight of the new guy walking up to school, fag in hand and blood dripping from his lip but Heath couldn't care less. He's had to clean himself up too many times before whether it is caused by his father, people at school or his own handywork.

Stood in front of the bathroom mirror Heath watched as tears started to fall from his eyes, mixing with the blood as it reached his mouth. His lip was a swollen throbbing mess and he didn't want to look at his stomach yet. Thankfully he was wearing a black shirt so the blood didn't show up. He splashed water onto his face as the bell for next lesson rang out through the hallways causing a sudden deliverance of noise and rush as students began making their way to their next lesson. The bathroom was right by the main staffroom, Heath groaned as this meant that he had to go to art as there was no way he could sneak back out without being spotted.

Heath ignored the numerous stares and whispers as he made his way to the back of the classroom and sat down in the seat in the corner. "Good morning class!" Jeez Louise this teacher looked like the walking definition of a mad cat lady, Heath thought to himself as a lady with frizzy grey hair and about 5 cardigans on, strolled into the classroom.

"Today we are doing self-portraits. There is a piece of paper of all of your desks, a mirror and a collection of pencils and pens. You have the whole lesson."

Instantly Heath put earphones in and put Twenty One Pilots on. While everyone else was using bright colours, Heath chose to use just black and red creating some kind of morbid looking being that actually did kind of look like Heath. Heath didn't even acknowledge who was in his class until he looked up half way through the lesson. Skimming his eyes around the classroom, he realised that sitting at the back meant that he can't actually see what people's faces look like. Nice one Heath. He was about to go back to his drawing until he met eyes with Zane, sat a few seats diagonally from Heath. Zane hadn't even written his name on his paper yet alone started his drawing and instead was staring straight at Heath with a worried look on his face. Heath on the other hand darted his eyes back to his work because if he had looked any longer at Zane's face he probably would have lunged at Zane and punch him until his face looked worse than Heath's. Heath could feel the anger rise through his body but also a feeling of confusion. "Why did he wink at me this morning and then tell his friends that I was he one flirting with him? Also who tf are those guys?" Heath asked himself in the hope that his conscious would tell him the answers.

As soon as the bell rang, Heath was up and out of there before the teacher could even stand up to dismiss the class. Heath decided he didn't want to deal with school and especially not the battlefield that is lunchtime and instead made his way home "Fuck this!" He shouted to nobody in particular as he made his way down the street. Naturally, his parents didn't even notice him come home even though he was about 4 hours early and had a busted lip but by now he was used to it and instead went up to his attic bedroom and passed out on his bed for the rest of the day.