Cupid's Beau

Chapter 2

 It was cold. Dismally cold. The fog in the air was so thick and so muggy that I almost didn't realize it was morning. I mean, smog back in California was pretty horrible, but this was something else entirely. I actually had a headache from all the fresh air, which I didn't think was possible until I googled my symptoms. You learn something new every day.

I tucked myself farther under the plethora of blankets that swamped my bed, yet still could not get warm. As far as I was concerned, it was too dark to be morning, and too cold to get out of bed. Leaving California was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I had ever had to do. I knew Utah was colder, but I didn't think it would be this cold in September! I mean, seriously, what the hell!

After the third snooze of my alarm, I finally convinced myself to leave the comfort of my bed to get ready for school.

School. For God's sakes, just shoot me already. I didn't want to start over, especially not for my senior year, but this is what I was doing. Back home, I was on week three of the school year when my dad's job relocated him. He tried absolutely everything to delay his relocation, at least until after I graduated, but the position they offered him was fleeting, and it was good. He was going to get a huge pay raise, not to mention that it happened to be his dream job. CEO of a powerful corporation he helped create. This was just something he couldn't give up. So, despite my turmoil, I told him to take the offer. Mom was fine with relocation, and she told me it would be great new inspiration for our artwork. She was right, but it still absolutely sucked. Three weeks in, and I was going to be the new kid. Just great.

I decided on a grey long sleeve with the new coat my parents got me to go with the cold weather, jeans, black chucks, and a beanie just in case. I made my way downstairs with my black backpack, and grabbed a piece of toast from the plate in the kitchen.

"Kid, you've gotta eat more than that." My mom scolded as she threw another slice of toast and a fried egg onto my plate.

"Mom, I'm nervous. I don't want to throw up." I stabbed the egg with the fork she offered me.

"You won't throw up, and if you do, it's better to have something in your stomach than to dry heave. Believe me, I know." She winked at me. My mom was a very eccentric woman. At some point in time, her hair used to be dark brown like mine, but since I was born, I hadn't seen a single, natural hair color on her. Right now, it was bright red, and next she was going vampire red. She was an amateur artist, and a very good one at that. People from all over bought her artwork online, and she had tons of positive reviews. She was the more outgoing version of me. We both admired and enjoyed art, but I wasn't about to dye my hair green any time soon.

"I will try my best not to throw up at school today." I finally said as I played with my food.

"Beaumont Jacob Alexander, you are too damn old to be playing with your food. Now please, eat." She snapped at me.

"Beau, mom. Just Beau, remember?" I took a bite of egg.

"Yes, I know, but I got you eating, didn't I?" She smirked. The sass of that woman, I swear.

"Yes, you did." I agreed.

"And you know why, right?" Again with that smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Because mom always know best." I laughed.

"And don't you forget it. Now, you better get going so you're not late." She shooed me away. I got up to leave when she called me back again. "Beau, there's a scarf in the hall closet. Take it, please. You're not used to this weather."