I shrug my blanket off of my body and basically fall out of my bed. I rub my eyes and blink rapidly trying to get back into reality. I slept horribly last night, like usual, dreaming again about the boy. Ever since I saw him once I've never seen him again. I have dreams about him though. It's been six years since I saw him yet I remember him so well. I wonder if he remembers me?I put on my gray shirt, black skinny jeans and a red hoodie. I look around my large plain room and try to find my red high-tops. My gray themed room was always the opposite of tasteful to my mother but I enjoy it. It makes me feel like I am in an old timey movie.
I walk out of my plain room and walk down the long dark hallways. Our mansion is huge, quiet and dark which always scares me in the morning. I take a hair band from my wrist and put my hair up at the top of our huge glass staircase. My shoes click with every step I take on the glass. Our modern mansion is too flashy for me but my family loves it.
I go into the dining room where my family is already eating breakfast. Maids scurry in to make my plate and I thank each one. I sit down in my chair next to my older sister Acxa. She is going through a bit of a rebellious stage.She's dyed her hair purple and only wears black lipstick. She's wearing fishnets under, very very, ripped jeans and a band t-shirt. She loves to make our parents mad.
Across from me is my ever so obedient brother, Takashi, or Shiro as he goes by. He wears a proper white t-shirt with black jeans. He's talking to my father and mother about the weather. How basic.
My "Mother" isn't even actually my mother, neither is she Acxa's. While my father was married to my real mom he had a kid (Shiro) with this whore. She is a curvy Japanese model who only cares for her and her family's' appearance. Shiro was already two when my real mother finally found out about Father's "Mistress" so my mother waited until she gave birth to me to leave this damn place. My real mother was smart, I'll give her that. If only she took me away with her from this hell.
Acxa and Shiro are both seniors in high school while I'm a junior. Today is the first day of this year. Acxa is excited to see her friends again, Ezor, Zethrid and Lotor. I think they made up their own names because of how odd the names are.
"Keith, I am so not excited for today." Acxa elbows me and says. I nod and agree with her, "Same here, at least you have friends to go through it with." Acxa rolls her violet eyes, "Maybe if you actually talked to people you would have friends. What ever happened? You used to be so social when we were younger!"
I shrug, "There isnt a need to be social anymore." Acxa rolls her eyes, "Whatever, be emo." I sigh, she always calls me emo even though she looks a lot more "emo" than I am.
Once breakfast is done our driver Steven walks Shiro, Acxa and I out to the car. It's an all black Ford Explorer, not very fancy but the black is very mysterious and that's all my dad wants. My father likes to flaunt how rich we are, while I hate it.
I sit in the very back next to Acxa while Shiro sits in the front talking to Steven. Acxa is on her phone, probably texting her friends. I just look out the window. The sky is bright blue this morning and not a cloud in the sky. Maybe today will be a good day.
The ride to school is smooth, with no traffic and absolute silence except for the every now and then exchange between Shiro and Steven.
"Weather is great."
"Sure is."
"Hope I can get on the soccer team."
"I'm sure you will."And so on.
I'm sure Shiro isn't all that bad but I've pretty much hated him all my life because of his mom. I know it's not his fault but I wish it was only Acxa, my mom, and me. That would be the best.
We stop in front of the high school, Garrison High. It's a large school with so many extra credit programs my dad practically fangirl-ed when he saw the schools' website. He wants Shiro, Acxa and I to all get into Harvard and do business so we can keep on with the family company.
I don't want to do any of that.
I go to Garrison High because of their amazing arts program. The teacher is amazing and they have so much supplies and it gives me extra credit. So many wins! It also lets me have time to myself and just paint my feelings.
The three of us step out of the car and wave goodbye to Steven. We walk through the courtyard to the front doors. Along the way I see the groups have already formed.
There are the cheerleaders, same as last year, consists of "hottest girl in school" Allura, Nyma, Shay and some other girls but they aren't as popular. I don't find Allura attractive at all.
Did I mention I was gay?
I haven't told anyone except Acxa and she's been really supportive and sweet, she's the best.
There was the Generals (that's what they call themselves and that's what everyone calls them too) which consists of "hottest Boy in school" Lotor, Zethrid, Ezor, Narti and my own sister Acxa.
The soccer boys consist of Shiro, Rolo, Matt and some other players. I used to have a small crush on Rolo but now I see how much of a dick he is. He's also dating Nyma, another dick.
I see my only kind of friends under a tree and I smile. Pidge and Hunk. I wave at them and I see small Pidge set down her laptop and start running at me with open arms. Hunk stays where he is, he's on the phone, but he waved and smiles.
Once Pidge gets to me I hug her tightly. "Hey Pidgeon. I've missed you." I say and ruffle her hair when she pulls away, "I've missed you too Keith." She pulls me towards the tree she was sitting under and Hunk puts down his phone.
"Keith! It's so good to see you!" He wraps me in his big arms and I wrap my arms around him as well. It feels good to have friends.
"Why don't you ever try to text us?" Pidge asks. I shrug. "I don't use my phone." Pidge nods and then goes back to her laptop. Hunk opens his book and I lay back against the tree and close my eyes and let the warm breeze ruffle my hair.
The school bell rings.
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The Boy in the Rain//Klance
FanficHow ironic it would be that the first and last times I had seen him would be with him standing in the rain. Face tilted high, like he wasn't afraid. Yet you could see the tears staining his cheeks, the difference between the rain and his tears is th...