A Masonary's sin

What are you?

James eyes bolted to the door. he lived for the unexpected. as a shaggy headed boy holding a notebook entered the room he shifted in his seat to get a better view. Behind him, Kendall, zipping up his hoodie and resting his head between his folded arms, he closed his eyes in an attempt to drowned out the world in sleep once more.

Mrs. Delozia turned around eyeing the new student up and down with a wide smile. telling by the broken ink pen tucked behind his ear and the slight yellow tint of the pages in his notebook she could tell... this one was special. "And whats your name, young man?" she grinned her adorable granny face hiding beneath a large pair of spectacles perched atop the bridge of her nose. using the tips of his fingers James grazed the bristles of the brush sticking out of his left pocket. his lucky comb... he never left home without it. "Mason." His voice was a shy tenor. a long sleeve black and blue stripped shirt, more like a thin sweater with its lining horizontal and thick matter that pressed against his skin shaping his breast plate and avoiding his abdomen. "Well... you can have a seat any where you like." She pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose and beamed her pearly whites. He nodded and turned away from her to view the class. his head bowed and hair fell over his eyes as he walked passed them. "Today's lesson is on ancient Greece." A small smile spread across masons lips as he took his spot in the back left corner.

Logan looked up from his book as Mason claimed the seat beside him. Something by shake spear the title was smudged. He found it rather odd that a student would join on Halloween day in the middle of his senior year. The pale short haired and brown eyed Logan had always been a little nosy. Not out of arrogance for having the knowledge but simply out of fear of the unknown. "What are you?" His question almost disrespectful but that whisper kept it broken. His eyes locked on the scar lining masons jaw. The crooked smile turned to look at Logan fading into less than a frown. "Lost."

A loud crash echoed at the front of the room. A Latino boy had fallen and taken his chair with him. A majority of the class laughed... apart from Logan who saw it beneath him, Kendall who by now was making that weird sound you produce when your bent over in a chair breathing hard into your arm, and Mason who felt a sharp pain in his brain and whimpered quietly enough for only Logan to hear. "You alright man?" Lucy, she sat behind him wearing a Metallica Puppet Master shirt a single pink strand in her long black hair. "Yeah..." Carlos smiled at her retaking his seat His fishnet shirt tightening around his caramel flesh. Mrs. Delozia, as though she had not noticed, continued talking. "Some one do tell me... about the Greek demigod 'Pan'?" She turned her head back smiling and panning across the room for an answer. Her eyes stopped at Logan who tensed up like it hurt him to not know an answer to something. "Mason?"

"Music." His one word response delighted the English teacher. Lucy, with her arms folded across her chest and legs tucked under the desk in front of her "Rock on." She returned her attention to Mrs. Delozia. "Correct... but their music was vastly different than what we have today." Mason smiled again. "A magic this world has long forgotten." He blew his hair from his eyes and his baby blues flashed. James taking a deep slow breath as he eyed the pink soft lips that spoke the words. "Sadly so..." The teacher returned to her white board.

Jo could not stop staring at him. Something about his silhouette was familiar. Her hay colored hair slung sloppily over her shoulders a funny look on her face. The captain of the drama department loved a good story line and lived for twists like new characters. Usually able to understand everything about a new character upon first glance she grew frustrated, this was a jar that wouldst budge. Scribbling away in his notebooks as though he was angry but every couple of moments he would stop and smile. She and Logan locked eyes and it took neither of them a word to understand that they were going to conference, Logan was in the drama club for a while until they gave him an okay to swap it with another biology... to be honest he just wanted to dissect a cat.

Class ended as did the day and James and Kendall climbed into a silver truck driving away with the scent of cannibus filling the air. Lucy sat on the rock wall surrounding the fountain out on the quad. Strumming her guitar her face turned to see, through a tall window, that mason had stayed behind to talk to Mrs. Delozia. Logan looked at Jo who rested her back against one of the brick columns leading to the entrance to the building. "Now... dont get me wrong i love it when a script goes mad but..." She shrugged folding her arms across her chest. "this guy has history." Logan finished her statement a faded complexion on his face. Overhearing the conversation through her gentle rendition of 'MoonDust.' by James young, Lucy hopped up and trotted over to them. The three of them got silent noticing that Mason was walking out. He climbed into a beat up black nissan and drove away. "Maybe if you spoke to him like a normal human being and didnt treat everything like a screwed up novel youd see he was a regular guy." She suggested throwing her guitar over her back the black strap resting in the crevice of her chest. "Admit it." Logan looked into her eyes. "Youre afraid of him too." Jo snapped her head to the side looking at carlos who had now removed the fishnets. His chest was covered in oil from working on his bike and he wiped his face with a rag before slumping it over his right shoulder. Lucy had to confess, Despite Jo being dramatic, she wasn't wrong. Something about that sad voice made him so... intense.

At last Carlos was able to crank up his motor, swing his leg over and drive away. He sped away into the low evening lighting. "Come on... Ill drive you guys home." Lucy smiled. About an hour later she drove through the back roads of that Tennessee town. Her mother was a very successful country music star and despite having almost nothing in common got along quite well. She adjusted her mirror to look at Jo in the backseat. "You alright back there?" White teeth glimmering back to her. Jo sheepishly let out a grin and winked. "Im okay." the sunlight glistened gently in her yellow hair.

A sudden stop sent various items flying every where. As Jo took a second to gather her thoughts she met the gaze of the other two looking back at her. Dead ahead, staring back at them, Mason was standing in the middle of the road. Blood drenched his blue sweater and his face shimmered with its thick liquid in the sunset, His car nowhere in sight.