Chloroform (Billy Hargrove)

Chapter 1: Rock You Like A Hurricane

"Tesla! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" I let out a low groan, putting my head under my pillow. That was my 'adoptive mother' Lina...My own personal alarm clock. I felt like suffocating myself with the covers that were over my barely clothed body. I didn't want to go to school, yet I had to. It was my first day at Hawkins High, and unless I really wanted to make a name for myself, the best idea was to go to class, and try to go unnoticed.

"TESS!" Lina yelled at the top of her lungs, like she was about to come up to my room and whip something at me. I stood up from my bed and stomped over to the door, quickly opening it.

"I'm awake!" I replied back, mimicking the volume of her voice, slamming the door. I pushed my fiery red hair out of my view, releasing a angered sigh. I took my thin white shirt off, throwing it into the hamper, which only left me in my boxer shorts. I grabbed my purple and blue striped towel off the hook, wrapping it around myself before stepping out of my room, hearing Lina coming up the stairs. I stopped before entering the washroom, looking over at her, noticing that she was holding a pair of black skin tight gloves. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a messy bun, and her blue eyes stared directly at me, burning into my soul.

"I'm definitely not wearing those." I pointed at them, turning the on light and fan on, a sassy smirk appearing on my face before entering the washroom fully, closing the door behind me.

"Yes you are! Remember skin to skin contact is not allowed, unless you want to kill someone and get caught by authorities!" She yelled, her voice echoing through the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at her reminder, hanging the towel up onto the rack. I sighed, quickly throwing myself into the shower, turning the cold water on, letting it flow over my completely pale, and almost bloodless body. The water sizzled and steamed around me, as I rushed to wash myself, feeling the fog begin to build around me like clouds, I began to sweat lightly, signalling that I had to hurry up before I got overheated like a computer. I wish the cold water would work more often. I thought to myself, while rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, and off my body, before turning off the water. The sizzling sound finally stopped, my body slowly cooling down from the fan's air. I pushed the shower curtain aside, instantly wrapping myself up in the towel before stepping out of the tub, shuffling towards the fogged up mirror. I dragged my hand across the my reflection, staring at my scarlet red pupils, oh fuck.

"Lina! I need my contacts!" I yelled, clutching the towel against me with one hand. "Why did I do this? I knew harboring her was going to be a pain." Her voice rang through my head, listening to her rummaging around in the desk on the main level, where she literally kept everything.

"Well that was your choice! Not mine!" I howled, hearing her coming up the wooden stairs. I leaned onto the counter looking at the large bags under my eyes, stopping just above where my freckles began. As I was fixated on my reflection Lina pushed open the door, causing me to jump up into the air.

"Jesus Christ, care to knock next time, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed, Lina groaned, entering the washroom dressed in a blue dress shirt, and grey dress pants, her usual work attire.

"Poor you." She murmured, handing me the contact case, being very cautious when placing the green and white container into my palm. I quickly popped them into my eyes, covering up the scarlet color. Lina glared over at her reflection, quickly undoing her tight bun, letting her unruly hair come down over her shoulders. I sighed, fluffing my red wavy locks a little before exiting the bathroom, leaving her to get ready for work. I made my way to my room, closing the door behind me, noticing the gloves laying on my unmade bed. Oh for the love of God. I ran my hands through my damp hair, walking towards my closet, pulling open the dark wooden doors, the scent of Poison by Christian Dior hitting me directly in the face. I let out a little 'ooph' covering my nose at the strong odor, as I reached my other hand out gripping a dark blue short sleeved button up, and a white tank top that I could wear under it, placing it on the bed beside the gloves so I didn't forget to put them on. I peered over my shoulder, seeing a pair of high waisted shorts in my peripheral vision. It's probably cold outside, I don't think it's a good idea to wear shorts to school, people will think you're weird. If you don't wear the shorts you'll probably end up overheating then burning the whole school down, then you'll be a burning weirdo...Choose your options wisely.