The Bottom of the Ocean

II. Alexander Masamune and his silence

FREAK!
WEIRDO!
I'D STILL TAP THAT CRAZY ASS.

I crumple the note I found slipped into my locker, then slam it shut.

Okay, so let's get one thing straight.

I was sniffling and whining like a baby in front of Life, sure. But that's because he's literally a product of my subconcious out to... Well he isn't out to do anything since he isn't real. Still, people get scared of horror movies even if those aren't real. So same difference with the blonde demon menace in my head.

Back to the point. That does not mean whatsoever that I will run around with my head down and be subject to torment.

So when a group of jocks, jerks would be a much more appropriate term, snicker like a bunch of elementary school girls, I take a deep breath. I didn't want to have to stereotype our football team, but most of them were douches.

"Get 'im good. Try not to embarrass yourself and get a panic attack in the middle of doing so." Life leans against my locker with a smirk, gaze locked unto the four boys down the hall. His prescence makes me sick, but I'm preoccupied.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I stalk towards them.

"Snyder." I address one of them, they all start making weird noises and laughing. A semi-bald cut boy steps forth with a crooked grin.

I hold the ball of paper out, casually.

He does this weird thing with his tongue, like licking his lips but it just looks like he just stuck it out and pulled it back in. "What makes you think that's mine?"

"Hey she's kind of got a nice ass."

"Told you so."

"Yo, this is that crazy bitch Eva was talking about? Really?"

I block out all of the comments, staring straight into Joe Snyder's eyes. "I don't. But someone's going to have to be the owner of this toddler penmanship. Maybe you've seen a five year old somewhere?"

The mood shifts instantly, Synder's grin turns into a frown in a millisecond. I feel Life drift closer, hands in his pocket with the same perpetual smirk.

"Watch it Maxwell."

Let's get another thing straight. I avoid Evangeline Jones and her posse like the plague because they annoy me, my anxiety didn't stem from them specifically.

It was the opposite really, I got anxious around people that I wanted to please. It didn't hinder me as much as it seemed, it was just moments of pain. But moments, not continuous.

"Yeah and then there's me, your crippling depression and also the fact that you're just insane in general. I still love you though."

Let's ignore that.

"Yeah?" I take a step forward, some students stop and see what all the commotion is about. "How about you watch it? I'm getting real sick and tired of your macho rubbish mentality. The whole I'm so bad and manly act is pathetic."

He's snarling now, I notice now he has a grill on his teeth. "I'm fucking manly!"

"Okay so, a) No man should have to scream that in a woman's face if it were true. b) Says the guy playing with balls all day."