Drown

Chapter7

"Where are you going?" I yawned, as I opened my eyes.

Greyson was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes on.  He turned to me, smiling.

"Good morning.  I'm going to school."

"Aw, shit.  We have school today." I groaned.

I started sitting up, but Greyson stopped me.

"I'm going to school.  You're staying here."

"I'll be fine.  I have to go.  I can't miss the first day."

"But, Luca, you're hurt." 

"I'm better, see?" I said, sitting up.

I winced at the bit of pain that shot through me.  I did feel better, but not much.

"You need to stay here."

"Well you aren't the boss of me." I said o-matter-of-factly.

I got up as well as I could, changed my clothes, fixed my hair and brushed my teeth; all before Greyson could get the knot out of his shoelaces.  When we were both finished we went out and said goodbye to my parents.   They would be gone by the time we got back.  We put on our jackets so we could brave the cold, grabbed our bags, and went down to the parking lot behind the building.  I didn't use my car very often in order to save gas.  But Greyson said it would make him feel better if I didn't have to walk much.   So he drove,  and I rode shot gun.

We didn't have our first classes together,  so we parted ways once we got inside the main building.   Greyson went to his math class, and I waited in the library for ten minutes before my photography class started.  Lucky for me, I'd taken all of my really academic classes in our last term.   The class was interesting enough to keep my mind off the pain, so that was good.  When I was done, an hour and a half later, I found Greyson standing outside the exit doors. 

"My class ended so I decided to come get you." he smiled, taking my bag off of me.  "How are you feeling?"

"Did you notice the limp?" I sighed.

"Of course I did.  You look like you still have a knife in your side." he said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Well that's how it feels.  You were right, I probably should've stayed home.  But there's no turning back now.  Let's get to class."

The class I had with Greyson was the next and last class of the day.  We were already in the smaller art focused building off of the main one.  So we just had to go down two halls to get to the classroom. 

The room was smaller than the others.  It looked very much like high school classroom, instead of the bigger, more "lecture" set up rooms.  There was a semi-circle of fifteen chairs set up in front of the whiteboard.  A few people were already there.  Grey and I sat down,  and the thirteen others in the class filed in soon after.

The class started with a very long silence as the teacher, Dr. Hart, stood in the middle of the group of desks, looking us over one by one.  Greyson was sitting in the desk directly next to mine.  I could feel his anxiety levels rising.  He kept squeezing my hand more tightly, and he was shaking his right leg rapidly. 

I tapped his leg with my own to get his attention. 

"Breathe, Grey." I whispered. "It's okay."

"You two!" Dr. Hart said finally.

He came over to us and knelt down in front of our desks.  He stared at us with wild black eyes through his glasses.  He was wearing a black suit, nice shoes, and had his hair neatly slicked back.  I felt a bit intimidated, so I knew Greyson must have been close to crying.