The Dark Side - Chris Motionless

Persistence

*Chris's POV*

That bitch pissed me off. How dare she make fun of the music that has saved my life and has more meaning than that useless pop shit that she probably listens to. Anger raged through me and boiled my blood until I'm pretty sure it was evaporating. And that teacher! I've told her numerous not to call me Chris Cerulli but Chris Motionless, that's my name now, always has been, always will be. I always preferred that name it made me feel invincible.

"Mr. Cerulli." The teacher snarled and glared at me. "I order you to go down to the principles office and get your punishment assigned for throwing this book at me and disrupting the whole class." Her voice was serious.

"And I order you to shut the fuck up." I walked away, my back to her and my middle finger held high in the air.

I made my way to my horrible excuse for a dorm room and flopped my long body onto my messy bed, not even bothering to lock the door. I had a roommate but I think I scared him away because now he spends his free time in the library and sleeping in his friends dorm. Good, more room for me. I flicked a pocket knife open and closed multiple times in pure boredom and residing anger. Open, closed, open , closed.The grubby walls were originally plain and yellowed but I covered them up with posters of the misfits and other bands I liked.

" Twenty eyes in my head, twenty eyes in my head..." I sang along to the misfits on my old stereo. A knock shook my door. I kicked it open reluctantly and there stood some girls from the dorm next to mine.

"We can here your music." They looked annoyed.

"So can I, now leave." I snarled and they cowered away a little then rolled their eyes and walked away. I never understood why they allowed girls in the same dorm building as guys. But from looking at these dorms in general, it's probably from the cheap budget that they couldn't afford it.

Another knock raddled my door. "I'm not turning down my music so leave now." I called from inside my dorm. They kept knocking. I got up angrily and opened the door and without thinking said, "I told you I'm not turning down my mus-" I stopped short after I realized who it was... Sam. "What do you want?" I glared.

"Miss. Storm told me to bring these to you and help you if you need-"

"No thanks." I cut her off by slamming the door in her face.

She knocked again and I opened the door again. "I said no thanks."

" You're going to need help with this assignment..." She handed me a large packet of papers.

"No" I closed the door yet again.

" Okay have fun failing."

I sighed and opened the door to her smiling and leaning against the wall casually.

"I knew you'd come out for that." She smirked.

"Damn you're persistent..." She helped herself into my dorm and sat on the bed and opened her binder.

"Yup." She smiled wider. Why was she so obsessed with helping me? Please don't tell me she has a crush on me because I'm a 'bad boy'