A Living, Breathing Bullet Through My Unsuspecting Heart

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It was almost third block and I was itching to get out of my seat. I swear, all of the clocks in the world were against me, moving a slowly as they wanted just to tick me off. Well, it's working all right! I just wanted to get to the library. Library, Library, Library, LIBRARY!!!!

I couldn't take it and stood up dramatically while the teacher stuttered mid-sentence. I walked over to the corner and sharpened my pencil. The entire class seemed to let out a breath that they were holding, or my imagination wants revenge for me having to shut it down while listening to these teachers talk. 

I walked back to my seat in the middle of the class, and I mean right in the middle of the class, and sat down. I pulled my book bag out in front of me and opened it to pull out my prohibited piece of metal. My phone was not the most important thing in my life, but it substituted as a magnificent tool for curing boredom. I pulled up my wattpad.com app and continued on with my story about a guy who was forced to kill two of his best friends and is now living in a mental institution where he meets his true love who was in there for killing her ex-wife. I was having a writers block though, every author's worst nightmare.

So after five minutes of staring at the screen and totally drawing a blank on everything around me I just put my head down and sat there, soon to fall asleep. 

The first thing I saw was Jonas and his older brother. I'm not going to lie, Jonas's brother was one of the most attractive male's on this planet, but his personality was crap in its purest form, like. Literal. Crap. So when I pictured him I'm sure I was making a disgusted face in my sleep. 

They were both in Jonas's room, but for some reason I wasn't. It was absolutely not one of those moments where the person is just floating outside of their bodies. It was like half way into the room someone decided to cut it in half and put another, completely mis-matched half were the other would have been. 

Jonas was looking at me while his brother was snickering about something. Jonas's face was annoyed and irritated while his brother continued to tease him. When they both turned into a pair of high school freshman named Cindy and May, I wasn't surprised. They were acting like the strange cheerleader pair and I was trying to keep my dream rolling in this pointless direction. 

I felt an unexpected hand on my shoulder and whipped my eyes open, which turned out to be a not-so-good idea as a sharp pain formed behind my eyes. "Ow." I told the person who had woken me up.

"Oh, sorry... I-I umm just s-saw you while I was walking by and thought we could get to the library together. I still don't know where it is a-after all." The kid had some stutter and I knew his voice from somewhere too. I opened my eyes a little bit slower and let them adjust to the blushing Milo who was standing before me.

"Oh, just you." He made a frown at that statement. "What time is it?" I asked him. 

"Well, second block just ended-"

"Thank God!!" I cut him off. Standing up and stretching, I grabbed my stuff from my desk then shoved it in my bag. Next I grabbed Milo by his wrist and half dragged half ran with him down the hall way. 

"Trevor, slow down! Were going to run into something! Watch out!" I narrowly avoided a teacher as we continued at a fast pace around several more corners, up some stairs, then at the back entrance to the library where the librarians corner was. I pushed open the door without hesitation right before Milo tugged his hand out of my grasp. "What do you think you're doing? That sign says 'Teachers Only'! "

I gave him an eye-roll before remembering that I had only known this kid for five days and he probably knows nothing about me either. With a straight face I told him, "My mom is the head librarian here. I don't like doing homework around all of those idiots who are faking being smart so I come back here. It's fine really, as long as we sit in a corner and don't say anything while the librarians are in there." I held the door open for him, which was becoming a habit for some reason. He gave me a look like I don't want to be the one to walk in first so I took his wrist again and pulled him in behind me.