Burn My Soul

Hostile

"Alright class, what made Edgar Allan Poe and Evelyn Waugh such distinct authors"?

We all wanted this year to be over already, the lessons were tedious, the amount of homework was ridiculous, the one thing that kept our spirits high was each other.

"Mr Madan"?

"Oh- yes sir"?

"Individually polished authors, what makes them so different Aasim"?

"I dont know sir"...
He said apprehensively.

"Aasim, I will be testing you again tomorrow so MAKE SURE YOU WRITE THIS DOWN".

"Yes Sir".

"Can anyone tell me the answer"?

Peculiarly, Louis raises his hand quite meekly.

"Ye-yes Louis"?
He replied dismayed like it was the first time he has participated in anything related to do with school.

"Is it true that Edgar Allen Poe was peverted"?

Most of the class te-heed, ever since I met Louis he always made fun of everything. Even his friends. Especially me. He thought that I was a cliche, some weird girl that was observant and didn't say a lot. That kind of girl that was into Indie music and games on weekends only wearing my underwear on mic with college guys pretending to be my age so they could hook up with me.
Well...he was only half true.
I love Indie.
Last week was so embarrassing, me and Louis is NEVER GONNA HAPPEN. Louis is too loud. He never thinks before he speaks and he thinks the whole world is revolved around baseball, music and Cheetos. Straight after eating at the diner we went our separated ways, whilst I took the liberty of chocking the fuck out of Duck.
He lived, except he got me grounded so I have to look after Aj this afternoon. He was asking for it, especially after what he said about me and Louis. Meeting these guys though has to  be the best, it makes moving here in the first place worth it. Fortunately we were in our 5th period, literature, only an hour or so to go until I go home to look after Aj. No sign of Genevieve today, I'll have to call her after class, I finally caught up to all of Mr Whores homework that took me a bitch to complete, as Gennie would say.
I was sitting idly in my chair squirming at the discomfort of my pad absorbing a considerable amount of blood, my stomach churning and ail in pain. I forgot to take my Ibuprofen at lunch and it hasn't let up. I knew the answer all along for Mr Becketts question.
It was obvious Allen Poe was dark and nebulous, while Evelyn was more of a biography kind of man.

"Louis...your going to be a sophomore forever with an answer like that".
Mr Beckett stated.

"Allen Poe was a poet, writer and literary critic that wrote macabre and eerie novels such as The Raven and the Tell-Tale heart, while on the other hand Evelyn Waugh was a prolific journalist and biographer".
Gabriel's voice raised above the petty laughter of the room, with a smug like face as soon as the teacher's mouth began to slip up a grin.

"Well done Gabriel, look's like someone's been doing their homework".

"At least I'm no teachers pet like Mr Bean boy over here".
Louis lashes over to Gabriel.

"What"?!

We were all in suspense, I've never seen Gabe that angry, not that I cared. Not after he stood me up. Louis was on the edge of his seat with the back of the chair elevating off the floor and glancing mockingly across the room, Gabe's body turned away from the teacher and towards the back of the class where the usual 'I don't give a shit' guys sat. Basically Louis, Marlon, Mitch and Ash.