Split

The True Beginning, Finally

Sorry the plot has been slow. Felt like it needed tension and backstory work done first. Welp, time to work! Hope that my teacher doesn't call on me to answer a question...

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SNORE!!! I turn to see Tom with his head down on the desk, slobber dribbling down the side of his face and onto the desk. This wasn't going to end very well for him.

"Mr. Kirkman! If you would be so kind as to wake up and not drool on my desks! I would hate to force you to stay after school to wipe them all down."

Thomas jerked awake with a confused expression, to the laughter of the class. I nudged him and he looked around quickly, taking in the livid face of Señor Garcia and the peers around us who weren't even trying to hide their delight in his blunder. He gave a small groan and began to apologize.

"I am so sorry, Señor Garcia. I shouldn't have fallen asleep in your class. In truth, it is a very interesting lecture on the subject, and I will make up for this mistake by listening to your wonderful, melodious voice for the rest of the class period." 

The teacher didn't know quite what to make of this. I was surprised at Tom's level of bravery, using flatter that boldly on a teacher, but I knew that the teacher wouldn't get on to him for it. He was too confused by the rest of the speech. It was obvious that he was far more comfortable speaking in easy English and complicated Spanish rather than the opposite. 

"I- Well - Uh... Alright then. As long as you pay attention from now on, and take home a worksheet, you can be off the hook," Garcia stammered. He walked back to the front of the class and continued on with his lecture, although I noticed that he had a slightly red tinge to his face.

I smirked at Tom and whispered, "Melodious voice?"

He gave me a small smile and a wink, then turned back to the lecture. True to his word, he stayed focused all throughout the lecture, even taking notes from time to time.  It seemed that Tom was going to get away with his mistakes. Good for him. 

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"So, Tom, how do you get home?"

"I walk. My house is only a couple blocks away." We were at my locker. Tom and I had already stopped by his after class. Mine was closer to the school doors.

"That's cool. I walk too, but only across the street to my mom's workplace. I could walk home with you and then come back around to the clinic. That good with you? I'm sure m mom wouldn't mind me being a little late, especially if it means I have a friend." Tom agreed. I swung the door shut and began walking with him towards the school entrance. 

Unfortunately, it looked like I wasn't about to get a lucky break. 

I had hoped that we could have reached the entrance without attracting the attention of any jerkwads, populars, or players, but it was not to be. Before we had even made it to the front office, we were blocked by Zeke and a group of guys, Many of which were wearing school sports blazers. When other kids saw how we were being singled out, they surrounded us and began catcalling. 

"Hey, pretty girl! Kinda rude, walking past me without even saying goodbye. And nerd boy, what do you think you're doing with my new toy? Everyone knows I have dibs on an new girls at this school. Well, I guess I can expect that from a guy whose name is Peeping Tom."

Zeke and all his cronies guffawed at every new half-cracked burn that flew out of his mouth. Tom just stood there, his face quickly turning the color of cherries. I was worried that any second he would charge Zeke and we would end up with a Soccer player with a bruise and a dead artist. I knew that I quickly needed t take control of the situation.

"Hey idiot? Yeah, you. Why don't you close your mouth before you vomit out another lukewarm joke? Also, I'm not your's  or Tom's. And another thing, I bet you ten bucks that you're more of a peeping tom than him! You probably sneak into the girl's locker room just to get some action in your love life because no girl wants to be seen with an imbecile like you!"

At my flaming hot roasts, half of the people - the smart ones who could keep up with my rapid fire comebacks - Cheered my on by screaming, "Oohh! Burn!" The other half - the kids that couldn't tell you what 2 + 2 is - just stood there looking confused. I walked confidently forward, knowing that no guy would touch me because of the 'no hitting girls' rule. I gestured for Tom to follow me through the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea before Moses for me. We managed to make it out of the building before anything else could happen. I knew it had only stalled them for a short time.They would turn on us, twice as angry, this time using intimidation by force because there was no way they could touch me through words. I was smokin' today!

Ok, ok. I know I said this was where things were gonna pick up, but this chapter was 929 words not counting these, so I decided to put it off until next chapter. But it has to be next chapter or else this dam plot will never get moving. It's already 11 at night where I live, and I really need to sleep because I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Today was my extended weekend day. o school, no parents! Totally spent the entire day watching Supernatural, only on season three. Really gory stuff, which is so satisfying. But anyway. Will cut this off... Now! Bye, Puny Humans!

-Brogan