secrets of the night

Friday night's out (edited)

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-[Sam's pov]-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Today, Friday, we are going to go out clubbing with the group. But thats not until later, for now i am in art class but i just cant for the life of me pay attention. I keep thinking back to the nightmares i have been having.. Well if you can call them nightmares that is. Its just weird, There just flashes of Matthew, Jezebel, Jade, Alexander and Mercury. And not like in a good friends way about fun moments, i keep seeing them covered in blood or changing in nonhuman like ways.

And its just that ever since the nightmares started, i have been feeling like i havnt slept at all and i have just been really edgy and not been able to focus on anything longer than a few minutes.

"Mr Aho!'' I heard the teacher shout, ripping me from my thoughts.

''Yes ma'm?'' I questioned as i noticed everyone staring at me, making me really uncomfortable and my face heat up.

''Try to pay attention, and come see me after class.'' She asked kindly. But it still made snort a little, dont get me wrong Mis James is amazing she is no doubt me favorite teacher. But im just not up to it right now, i just want to finish school go home and hope to maybe ditch the group and just head to bed early... Yeah right, knowing me i wont dare to ditch.

The rest of the class was just doodling stick figures while Alex makes great art, he could be the new pistachio thats the name of that artist that made like the famous face thingy..? urgh I suck at art! If you havnt noticed yet, im not sportsy, cant do arts, am pretty much horid at everything related to cooking. My point being i suck at pretty much everything, the only thing im good at is blushing, making things awkward, tripping over nothing,  walking my dog and thumb wrestling. Maybe i should become a professional thumb wrestler... that doesnt even sound that bad... Oh no wait never mind i will probably break my thumb before even starting the first match.

I sight, a bit to loud catching Alex's attention. ''Are you alright?'' He asked with a slight frown on his face. 

''hhm yeah sure.'' I mumble, rubbing my eyes trying to wake up some more.

''obviously not, your normally at least a bit more talkative.'' He countered.

''yeah, i've not been sleeping that well.'' I kept mumbling with my mouth leaning against my hand making me even less audible. 

''Samuel, get your hand off your mouth i can barely hear you.'' Alex protested glaring at me to remove my hand, which i reluctantly did.  ''Fantastic.'' He mumbled sarcastically. ''Now would you please repeat what you said earlier. This time in english please, thank you.'' He rolled his eyes.

''Dam what's gotten you this bitchy? Normally your all proper like.'' I questioned looking at him questionably. 

''Dont try to worm yourself out of this one, tell uncle Alex whats wrong.'' He grinned.

''Goddamm your weird, i just said that i have not been sleeping well so im tired thats all.'' I said a bit more awake now. 

''Mhhmm your not still thinking aboot Ian are ya?'' Alex said with an eyebrow quirked.

''what did you just say?'' I asked looking at him questioningly. 

''your not still thinking aboo-'' ''Yeah i know what you said, but why did you say it like that?'' I interrupted him as he just stares at me intensely trying to figure out what i mean. ''I mean that you are like talking weirdly.. like what has a boot to do with this?'' I questioned as he burst out laughing, making me even more confused.

''Its like this Canadian steriotype, lots of peeps think we say aboot instead of about. And i think it sounds funny so I'm using it.'' He grinned, after about half a minute of laughing.