Reality at it's Finest

Why me?

The sun had shined it's face right into Giovanni's as his mother had quickly drawn the covers trying to hurry him up before he missed his first class.

"Giovanni, wake up this instant young man!" she yelled while shaking him, trying to coax him out. He grumbled loudly and turned over to the other side not wanting to be bothered by another day of boring school.

"I don't wanna," He grumbled low in his voice, not budging from his bed. His mother just shrugged and said "Fine Gio, fine, but if you get kicked out of this school that your father and I have paid so much money for, you will be out on your ass, trust and believe," his mother's final exclamation was enough to prompt him from his bed just to shut the door again.

He pressed his back against the cool frame of the white wood and let out a deep aching sigh. He looked at his bed and pulled the sheets back to reveal a mess of white. He sighed even harder because this was getting ridiculous. He even started dreaming about that odd guy. What was he going to do? He didn't have time to ponder on his thoughts now. He had to get to school and quick.

He didn't take a shower, just threw on his tacky complicated uniform, grabbed his bag and a banana from the fruit bowl.

"This day is going to suck, I can already tell," as he jogged to school which was about 2 miles away if he cut through alleyways and hopped gates.

"Just a few more yards and I'll be there," he groaned as he started to slow down to a fast walk rather stumbling over himself when a chime rang loud through the atmosphere.

"Shit!" He yelled and started running again, "I'm late...again," the gates were almost closed until he barged in the crevice, barely making it. He started panting as he started sprinting across the small cement bridge and up the stairs, two at a time. He ran down the hallway to his first period ignoring the school's monitor yelling, "No running!" as he barged in class, a disheveled mess with his red tie crooked, his sweater half off of his torso, and his pants had stains from dirt on the bottoms from a puddle he accidentally stepped in. He was not in the mood especially for the fuckery that was about to take place right now.

"So glad you could make it Mr. Palandrani, I expect you to invest in an alarm clock, lest you be late again and have to serve detention with that busted janitor that reeks of rotten tomatoes, please take your seat," His calculus teacher, Jasmine Masters, exclaimed hoping it would knock some sense into him. She was a very nice and understanding lady but did not put up with anyone's bullshit, and one of her pet peeves was tardiness. Giovanni just decided not to say anything for he was already in a bad mood and did not feel like arguing or talking until he realized who was in the class with him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Giovanni had questioned aloud, looking dead at the same boy from yesterday that humiliated him, knocked him to his feet, and on top of that, made him have these weird dreams of pleasure.

"Mr. Palandrani, that is it, take your things and go to the dean's office now!" she slammed her hands on the desk clearly fed up with his antics and apparently his entire being today. "Maybe she will knock some sense into that thick skull of yours by washing your filthy mouth with soap!"

Gio stood there gaping at his teacher and then just picked his bag up again to storm out, looking back once at Maxwell. He was so pissed with everyone and everything that when he got to the dean's office he just opened the door without knocking, and sat down on one of the plush leather chairs in his immaculate office. He folded his arms pouting and waiting for the dean to comment or even pay him any mind. Instead the dean continued on her business affairs, not even glancing up to see who stepped into her office and sat in the chair in front of her desk. Giovanni just sat there looking even more annoyed that he had to wait to get his "sentencing".