When I've Fallen Too Deep

Chapter 26- Fire Alarms.

I'm going to edit this actually this time, trust me.

Nico's P.O.V.

"Work pages two-eighteen and two-nineteen for homework." The teacher yells at us when the bell rings but I doubt that any of them had given him any attention. Most of them had already begun to chatter among others at the doorway.

I nervously waited for everyone to get in and out to step through the door to leave. All the unnecessary touching and pushing within the hallways tend to give me anxiety. I tense up when anyone touches or get really close without me knowing.

Soon there was enough of a gap to allow me to slip through. You could see the clear traffic nearing the lunchroom. It was the Sophomores lunch period but ever since Will had figured out my last spot, I only felt anxious sitting there. In the front of the school was a large, half-circle bus loop with benches around it. Sitting there felt like a much safer and the plus fact of it being quiet. Occasionally teachers passed by asking why I wasn't in the lunchroom, but I usually just responded with the fact I wanted a quiet place to study.

My feet roughly hit the ground back in fourth as I continue past the mob of people. My backpack curls as I clutched my fingers into them. So far there was no sign of the blonde. That didn't mean I would get lucky though. They've played this game before. Letting me think they were finally getting tired of it all, then come back worse than ever. I had bruises for at least three weeks after it. A few scars too. One under my right eyebrow, right on my jaw, and quite a few on my back and stomach.

The emotional trauma left me shaking visibly for days. I couldn't sleep, eat, or even take a shower. It was like this sudden caliginosity swarmed me, sucking the air out of my lungs. Every thought was ultimately poisoned with this dread and pure hate for myself. The only thing that reminded me that I was even alive was the tears that seeped into my pillow when I was alone. The worst part of it was ever letting myself believe It was over.

The cool air bit into my skin even though I had put on a black sweater. I rubbed my hands together to create friction. The noise slowly faded into the background as I got closer to the doors leading outside. Eventually, I'm sitting down on my bench watching cars pass.

Up above you could see dark clouds rolling in. They cast beautifully over the array of buildings and trees in the distance making me sigh. I bent down to my backpack to pull out my headphones and plug them in. But of course, they came out tangled.

I groaned.

Carefully and tediously, I tried to detangle the jumbled mess. Minutes went by before I gave up and threw the darn things back in my bag.

"Fuck you too." I curse, letting them fall to the bottom of the bag to get crushed.

Then I realize I have a science test today. Next period.

Karma, I swear to gods.

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Multiple pieces of paper surrounded me yet I still had no idea what I was doing. I mean, come on. Which of the following does not have a noble gas electron configuration? What does that even mean? Dyslexia was also being a bitch so I was also getting a headache. With all the trouble public education gave me, I wondered if it was even worth it anymore.

I've been studying for about thirdly minutes so I decided If I studied for the ten minutes the teacher would be rambling about how important the test is, I would at least get a C-. Good enough for me. I ordered all the colorful notes back into their folder to take a break. I think I had an extra two dollars left for a soda. Cherry Coca-Cola was the best soda out there and literally can fight me on that.