Climb to Showbiz (Muse)

Mingling with the Populars?

School had ended, to Matt's delight. He had found it rather boring. The kids seemed to focus on silly things and the teachers seemed to endlessly review things he already knew. He didn't like to put himself on a pedestal, but everyone seemed sort of idiotic. The thing that got him through the day the most were all the amusing rumours about what happened to Dominic. Some of them were strange, one even taking a dip in the side of paranormal, course, no one believed it. The kids just liked to twist things around to entertain themselves in the dreary place.

And he didn't understand why he had been made fun of and deemed odd for seeming smart and for writing music all the time. He was entitled to do as he pleased and be the crazy Matthew Bellamy, and no one else. He didn't understand the bullies and their views on everything.He didn't understand anyone here.

As Matt sat in ponderment on the gravel pavement, a bright flash of light to the side and a click startled him. He turned to see Tom holding an older fashioned camera.

"I need models for my photography class. I think pictures are best when people don't realize they're getting their photo taken," he explained.

Matt just giggled as he was brought back to the real world. His mind had been wandering to and fro from all sorts of places.

"Well, I'm happy to have helped. Let's hope the picture turns out nice."

Tom took a seat next to him, keeping an eye out for the vehicle of his parents.

"I reckon we should go visit that Dom kid, you know."

Matt smirked and raised his eyebrow.

"Tom wanna go mingle with the populars?"

It was only a cover up. No one knew who had been there with Dom to aid him. Everyone figured it had to have been some big, muscular, intimidating fellows. But Matt was curious how the boy had been doing. He hadn't thought it was bad enough that he'd have to miss school, but of course, it had been considerably dark when he came along. He would break the stupid boundary set between people created by the social latter to check on Dominic, though he wasn't quite sure if he would be welcomed or otherwise.

"Nah, just to check on him. See how he is doing."

Matt absentmindedly fiddled with his shoe lace, tying and untying it in a steady pattern of side distraction. "I suppose he will have plenty of visitors. By the way things sound, it seems people will simply be lining up at his door."

Tom shrugged, his blue shirt crinkling with the movement. "Some people talk the talk, but don't walk the walk."

After the muttered sentence, his car pulled up and he offered Matthew a ride, since it seemed he might have to be walking that afternoon.

"Nah, I'll be fine. It's not raining or anything."

Tom anxiously lingered another moment more, hesitating, worried about the safety of his friend considering recent occurrences and cases, such as Dom. He didn't want something to happen to his friend also.

"Hey, you!" someone shouted in the distance.

Matt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering who was going to mess with him this time. Upon the recent beginning of being pursued, he agreed to get a ride with Tom. Luckily, Paul had already left with some of his friends, unable to find Matt.

"Hey, you!" They shouted again, breathless and running. Matthew grinned like a madman, blue eyes twinkling, and waved goofily before getting into the car.

***

Chris had raced the Bellamy boy, but he had left in the nick of time. It wasn't like he wanted to hurt him. He just wanted this notebook out of his hair. He frustratingly stared at the cover of what seemed to be a cursed object. He had to protect it because he didn't want the rest of the school to figure out how insane this Matt boy was. Or maybe they already were aware of that. According to Rich, Chris was always behind on that sort of thing. He just didn't find it necessary to get himself tangled with all the gossip. School wasn't meant for that. He threw the notebook back in his dark coloured backpack, struggled with the zipper for a second, and then flung the strap over his shoulder yet again, making his way home.