Nine tailed Destiny (A BBS Fanfiction)

Ch.2: New School, Same life

I open my eyes. At first everything is blurry, as if you're trying to look at a person from very far away. Then, everything cleared and I saw a beautiful starry sky, the stars shining in just a way that makes everything look like a dream.

"You're right, this is a dream, but not just any dream." I scramble up and onto my feet when I hear a raspy voice talk to me. I look around for the voice, only seeing myself in a never-ending field of tall grass and a dense fog overlaying it all.

"W-Who are you?!" I yell out, turning in circles and circles, trying to find the voice. "You need to listen, and listen well. No one is who they seem. Not all are good, not all are bad, but beware of who you trust boy. You will meet two, who are that of six. Trust no more, trust no less, but remember anymore is a danger while less is not enough." The voice warns, I hear something move and turn to see two huge, fiery eyes staring at me from within the fog. I stare in shock and fear, "Now, Get up Craig. It's time for your first day of school." He starts fading into the fog and I start to run after the stranger, "Wa-Wait! Come back! Tell me what the fuck you just said is supposed to mean!"

I shoot up in bed, the song Rap God blasting out of my phone, using it as my alarm sound for the time being. I quickly rush to turn off the alarm, not wanting to be beaten for waking them up. Once it's off, I sit back and think about the dream. What the hell kinda dream was that?! I groan and stand up, no time to think about it now, I have to get ready and shit. I would worry about where I'm supposed to go to get to the bus, but my 'parents' had already talked to the principle over the phone and what not before the day we moved. So, I know (almost) exactly where to go.

I walk to my pile of boxes, moving them around to find the one I marked as clothes. I find the box and use a box-cutter I have on my bookshelf to cut it open and grab one of my black t-shirts, a shark eating a cheeseburger printed on it, grey skinny jeans with a few rips and tears in them, and a dark grey beanie. I fling them over an arm and walk out of my room and to the right of the stairs is the upstairs bathroom.

After doing my routine and getting dressed, I walk to my room to grab my backpack that I had put out the night before. I quietly walk down the stairs and towards the kitchen, going to the fridge and taking out some bread to toast. I quickly find the toaster in the few kitchen boxes and make myself some toast, running out the door once it's done. "Ow, ow, OW!" I yell as I try to eat my hot as fuck toast.

I walk down the sidewalk, anxiously eating my toast. I put in my earbuds with my free hand, ignoring everyone and everything. I look at the street names, looking for the ones where the bus stop is supposed to be located. I notice a stop sign with the names of the streets where I was told the bus is and walk towards it, a few people standing and waiting for the bus already. As I walk closer, I'm able to see that the people there are two standing girls and a guy on a bench. The girls wearing cheerleader outfits that should be classified as sexual. They could definitely be found in a Spencer's shop at the mall at least.

If I walk in the school and not see, at least, three of these cheerleaders pregnant I will be shocked. I take a glance at the guy on the bench, seeing that he's wearing a hockey mask that closely resembles that of the familiar Jason Voorhees. He looks up, obviously feeling me staring at him. I see his eyes from underneath his mask and notice they are two different shades of blue, but I couldn't get a good look at them. He waves and I nod back, sitting next to him awkwardly and taking out my earbuds.

"Never seen you before, you're new here aren't ya?" I nods and he chuckles, a weird kind of chuckle. He hold his hand out for me to shake and I grasp it firmly, "My names Jonathan, but call me Jon or Delirious." I look up at him questionably at his second option of a nickname. "You'll figure out why that second name is an option, but don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise." I smirk and continue to talk with him, "My names Craig, but call me Mini. I hate my name." Jon nods, turning when we hear the bus.

Standing up, we turn to look at one another. "Want me to help you around n' what not?" He asks. I can hear the smile in his voice, "That'd be great! I don't know jack shit. HA! Plus, it's nice to already have a friend, if you want to be that is." He laughs like a psycho killer clown and my eyes widen at the sound of it, 'Guess I found out why he's Delirious.'

"I like you already, sure lets be friends, but..." he looks down at me, a hand on his hip, "I have to tell ya, I'm considered the freak of the school and"- I put my hand up and silence him. "I'm used to it. Hey, what do you say we be freaks together?" He fist pumps the air, "Hell yeah!"

The bus pulls up and the girls get on, still talking away at whatever the fuck they're talking about. I let Jon on first and follow behind him, quickly getting hit with a couple paper balls. Jon groans and motion for me to follow him to the back of the bus, slowly walking down the aisle so as to not trip over anyone or anything. "Hey look! The masked freak-a-zoid got a pet! Hey nerd, put yourself to use and do my homework instead!" A random guy yells, other people starting to join in on the teasing. Jon grabs my wrist and pulls me to the very back of the bus, letting me sit first and then sitting beside me with a sigh.

"I tried to warn ya...Sorry man." I wrap an arm around his shoulder and smile, "Hey, I told you it's fine! It tame considering what I used to get bullied for." He looks at me, probably a look of confusion on his face. "Don't worry about it, It's not that big of a deal. At least now I have a friend to go with me through it." He nods, "Yeah, you're actually only the second friend I have to be honest." I remove my arm from his shoulder, "Who's the first?" Jon lays back, his head against the back of the seat, showing the veins of his neck and a short mess of his brown hair behind his neck.

"His name is Lui, Lui Calibre. He's an absolute child, but he's cool, you'll like him though. I'm sure of it." Suddenly the bus screeches to a stop, everyone inside lurching forward into the aisle or into the seat in front of them, getting tossed backwards when the bus comes to a complete stop. I groan, rubbing my head where it had hit the seat. Jon curses as he gets out the floor, fixing his mask that had gone askew. I stand up to look towards the front of the bus, the door screeching open and the bus driver telling someone off after asking if they were ok.

A person with a tan walks in, a square jaw, a dark brown head of hair, his eyes a milky coffee brown, and a small beard. He's wearing an open red hoodie with a black undershirt, some black skinny jeans and red and white converse. He has a smirk on his face as he casually walks to the back of the bus towards me and Jon, sitting in the seat opposite of us. Jon sits back in the seat and looks to the guy, annoyance radiating off of him.

Then in the most kid like voice to ever come out of any teens mouth the guy says, "Sorry about that! I was about to miss the bus so I, kinda...maybe...ran out in front of it." He laughs awkwardly. Jon quietly got up and smacked him in the back of the head, hard.

"OW!" the guy yelled normally, rubbing his head. "Damn it Lui! You could've gotten yourself and everybody else killed!" Jon yells and Lui pouts.

I push Jon out of the way and look a Lui, "You, are Lui?! I've only met you for five seconds and I already found out that you're fucking crazy as shit!" I sat, exacerbated and shocked. He just smiles and laughs, "Yep! That's me alright! Now that we've got me introduced, what's your name? You're new right?" I roll my eyes and nod, we three talking all the way to school.