Chase Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2: Golden Hills

"Good luck, on your first day," Mr Hobbes yells as I sprint towards the front entrance. "Don't do anything stupid!"

I turn around and look back. "Thanks," I yell over the ringing school bell! "But I probably will end up doing something stupid! Like be fucking late to class!"

I almost trip over a rock as I bolt through the school pathway. 

I don't understand, I departed 15 minutes early, how did school already begin. It's as if classes commenced as soon as they realized I arrived. Like I said, being fashionably late runs in the family.

As I basically perform parkour in the school courtyard, I begin to marvel the building, examining its defined structure with great astonishment. I've been attending this school for 3 years now and even though everyone that attends it is shit, it still amazes me that such a masterpiece could exist in the world. It illuminates under the bright sun, as Its cream-colored exterior allows it to breathe a sense of sophistication. Its sharp edges contrast beautifully with the round dome that sits comfortably at the top of the main building, creating asymmetrical silhouettes that, ironically, make the school even more symmetrical. 

Pillars tower in front of the building, each one sculpted with intricate designs ranging from blooming lotus flowers to crashing waves. The designs symbolize archetypes found in general literature, such as the villain, the hero, the journey, and any other symbols the school felt was necessary in communicating its message.

"To each his own," I whisper to myself, repeating the very motto that our school prides itself into.

To make a long story short, I basically attend the Vatican, except it's not called "The Vatican" but rather "Golden Hills Prep School", a fit name for a very pretentious academy.

I pull at the heavy golden doors that portray themselves as the entrances  to heaven, but actually do quite the opposite, and step in the marble-floored school. The scent of expensive perfume and newly made leather surrounds me. The bell is still ringing, so I rush past the office, hoping I'll make it to class in time and not have to be sent back to get a pass.

I silently thank God for creating Gmail, which allowed the students to receive their schedules digitally instead of having to go directly to the office to retrieve it. If Gmail didn't exist, I would have definitely been late to class, so kudos to God.

As soon as I reach my room number, I pull the door open with an astounding amount of force, and hurdle myself through the entryway as if a bomb had just exploded outside of the classroom. My abrupt skid catches me off guard, causing me to tilt in all sorts of directions. I swear I looked like I was having a seizure. As soon as I'm able to control my moving limbs, I place my hands on my knees and begin to pant. Jesus christ that was the most exercise I've done all summer. I literally just sat home eating ice cream, while crying abou-

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Rivers."

I open my eyelids to the sound of my name. 

I stand there, gawking at the 20 faces staring back at me in disbelief. I spot Isha and my friend Matilda, sitting in the corner of the classroom. They giggle silently, and Matilda looks like she's about to fall over. They're such rats. Everyone else however, stares at me with perplexed faces, trying to figure out if I really did have a seizure or if that was just me being extra, as always. 

"That was quite a show you just put on there."

I slowly turn my head to that velvety, yet high-pitched voice, and find Ms. Lemon, my new English teacher standing there with a wide smile on her face. She waves at me, and giggles behind her tiny cat-eye glasses.