To Be Named Later

Alix

                                                                 ALIX

                 I was forced to join another loser on kitchen duty as a punishment. I am seriously shocked that I'm not in more trouble. He sent me in immediately since dinner was so soon. With my uniform and apron on, I slowly made my way down the long corridor to the cafeteria kitchen. I step about midway and hear shouting. I look back and forth to find the source.

            Immediately to my right is an office. Seems like some teacher is yelling and lecturing his student. Debating whether or not I should keep going or listen, I lean up against the door and listen.

            "You're ruining yourself!" I hear. In response the student mumbles. "You need to stop this!" "Yeah mmhmm." "It's almost time for your punishment," the professor says "You may leave now."

             Deep in thought I lean against the door."Who is-" before I could finish the door flings open and I fall face first on the hard, tile floor. I instantly fold my hands together and look up. "Oh hello-I...I...ummm." I stutter nervously. The student glares down at me. The same asshat who watched as I was taken from my dorm room. 

             He had blond hair, and a very annoyed looked. "Stoner." He said and walked off. I glare at him angrily.

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            In a "hurry", I made my way down to the kitchen to start my mental torture. Going in the back door, I entered the building and put on my uniform. "Oh great, someone else to share my misery with." I turn to face the same blond ass-hole who I had seen only a few minutes earlier. He looked surprised when he noticed I was the one in the hall who he called a stoner.

           I roll my eyes. "So what are you in for?" I ask. He then sighs as if I had annoyed him by asking a simple question. "My ex ratted me out for drinking." he says finally. "Okay smartass....they got me in for my ticket." I stood up and pulled a few pots onto the counter.

         "I'm not even going to ask, mostly because I'm not sure I even want to know what that's all about." The guy says then gets more items from various cupboards. "You don't want to know." I say. I moved the food into the pots he got out then turn the oven on.

          Dropping carrots into a pot I laugh. "Burn you orange demons!" The blond dude stares at me, half scared and confused, the other half amused. "What?" I ask. "I hate these...and green beans, they taste like ass."

           The guy shakes his head. "God made carrots rain down from Heaven, as a gift. They are orange miracles. Well....since we're going to have to see each other everyday, I guess I have to tell you my name. I'm Finn Peters." Finn says then holds out his hand. I take it.

          "Alix, Alix Pidence, nice to see another trouble maker here." I say, then Finn laughs. "I don't consider myself someone like you." I turn to him, "like me?" I frown and set the knives down on the counter with a loud clang. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

          Finns frowns. "Dude, calm down...I just meant I'm not...like...ya know...a person who sits around cutting himself and getting high." He mumbles to me.

        "I'm not....I.....fuck. You know me better then I do....who am I?" I say. For the rest of our time working that night we didn't look or talk to each other.