Wings (on hold)

Book Romance

Kira's POV

Song of Chapter: Don't threaten me with a good time by Panic! at The Disco

I kept my head down as my hair hid my face. Whispers surrounded me as I walked to my locker.

"Weirdo."

"Loser."

"Loner." The words taunted on the sticky notes on my locker. I sigh, shifting my stance slightly and like everyday, I peeled off the sticky notes off my faded green locker and threw them into the trash beside me. I sighed again, looking depressingly at my green locker as I twisted the lock until it gave a loud click and opened. Before I started shoving my bag into my locker, a body stopped beside me and I froze.

"Hey Kira." The deep voice rumbled. I shook my head slightly, causing my hair to curtain my face more.

"Hi Axel." I greeted, my voice small and quiet, as I hesitantly started to fill my locker with my things.

Axel Whitaker is the schools troublemaker. Ask him anything and he'll do it for fun. Well fun as in he has fun as he makes everyone around him miserable. And also he's best friends with Gabe since kindergarten, well that's what Dad says anyways. Honestly I could care less. I was turning eighteen in a few months and I'd be moving far away from my emotionally abusive brother and Axel.

"So..." Axel dragged, leaning his forearm onto the locker next to mine. "How are you?" I took out my binder from my backpack and my black plain sweater along with it.

"I'm fine." I reply, not looking at him as I shut my locker with a loud thud. "I'll be going now." I say quickly, wanting to avoid him and my brothers other friends from bothering me.

I walked past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder roughly. I winced as he let out a low growl. Before I knew it, I was trapped between a wall and I winced again as I looked up at his face. I expected his face to be filled with anger, but it was full of...

Calmness.

I blinked at him, trying to wrap my head around that he wasn't trying to kill me. But the more his eyes dug into mine, the more anxious I got. His eyes were just so intense. Like when you know you're being scolded for stealing but your parents talk to you sternly but calmly and their eyes are just so calm and demanding? Yeah, his eyes were like that.

I ducked my head away and mumbled, "I'm sorry for hitting your shoulder." I could practically feel Axel smile.

"It's fine Doll." My eyes snapped up to his. I honestly couldn't help it. I've never grew up with a nickname nor ever made one for myself. Plus, I wasn't a big fan with them.

"Doll?" I mumbled to myself questioningly, as I looked away from Axel and thought about it.

I hated the nickname.

Doll stood for being perfect and practically lifeless. So yes, I hated it.

The bell rung suddenly, making me jump and slam Axel's jaw, causing his head to snap up. My eyes widened in shock as I inwardly groaned at my bad luck today. First, Gabe, then Axel, and now then I'm tardy for class.

Axel let out a pained moan as his head rolled to the side for a second then straightened, his eyes closed as his eyebrows were furrowed. I cringed back against the wall slightly when I saw a little blood come from his lip. "I am so sorry-" Axel held his hand up, instantly making me shut up.

"It's fine." Axel gritted out, opening his eyes and looking at me. "Just go to class."

"Uh..." I say hesitantly, feeling horrible as I saw more blood form in his mouth.

"Go." He said louder, making me jump.

Looking away, I nod, ducking my head away as I walked, still watching him cautiously in the corner of my eyes.

"Okay class!" Mr. Johnson announced as I sat down in my desk. "Today we are learning about teen pregnancy!" The class groaned in agony as I heard someone smack their head onto their desk. The corner of my lips uncontrollably lifted slightly in a small smile in amusement. "Ms. Sammons, find anything amusing?" Mr. Johnson asked snarkily. I fiddled with my shirt underneath the desk.

"No sir." I lied, moving my head jerkily to the right to get my hair to clear from my face.

The history between me and Mr. Johnson is very intense. It started when I first started high school. I was eating at lunch and suddenly Mr. Johnson marched up to me, his steps heavy as he arrived at my table then accused me of sneaking into his room and messing up everyone's grades into F's and D's for the top students and all A's and B's for the failing kids in his classes. Obviously, if you were me, you would reject and decline that you didn't have anything to do with it. But I didn't do that. Instead, that day, I was absolutely having the worst day and yelled at him saying that he was bothering me of my freedom and slammed my lunch onto him.

I know.

Bad idea.

I ended up with in school suspension for a week with an extra bonus of cleaning duties. But at least I had a week to myself of staring at a white wall all seven hours my life. 49 hours in all.

"Good." Mr. Johnson said, bouncing onto his tippy toes and landing back onto his heels of his feet. "Anyways class..." Rolling my eyes, I placed my chin onto my palm of my hand and turned to look out of the window beside me, daydreaming about what my life could be.