Killjoy

Ah, Yes, Another Day of Hell

The school year hadn't started long ago, but still transfer students weren't that common. Especially not in an all-boys private school. But, of course, life just loves to through in those curve balls.

One fine Monday morning, with all the excited groans to be back at school for another five days of Hell, there was talk of class 2-A getting a new student.Carter, being his normal self, ignored that talk and headed straight to class. As far as he was concerned... Well it didn't really concern him. At all. The likelihood of talking to him, let alone being another half and understanding the struggles, was low and damn near none.

Carter took his seat near the window, gazing out and watching the sky. How he longed to be a bird, to fly and be free. He knew that that wasn't possible, but he could wish. Of course, there was always the option of him pretending to be a bird and take a leap off the roof. He could pretend he was flying, and he would be free. Free from the torturous life he was living.

Simply enough he shook the thought out of his head, pulling out a pencil and notebook. He flipped to the latest pages, rereading the notes he had previously written. He tapped the eraser of his pencil against his desk rhythmically, playing the tune along in his head. As the song progressed, he wrote down the notes, occasionally going back to tweak things here and there.

The bell rang and his fellow classmates took their seats. Carter put away his notebook as their homeroom teacher, Mr. Brier, came in. Following him was a short, messy haired boy. Carter was intrigued slightly by the boy, notices how his uniform was also all messy. He had missed a button on his shirt, causing Carter to chuckle quietly. This boy was going to be interesting. Fun to observe.

"Good morning class!" Mr. Brier called out, receiving a tired chorus of 'good morning's back. "As I'm sure you've all heard, we have a transfer student with us today. Would you please introduce yourself?" The boy stepped forward, allowing Carter to get a better look at him.

He had short, messy dirty-blonde hair. His uniform was in dire need of correcting. Missed buttons, shoes untied, shirt half tucked, pant pockets out turned. This boy was a mess, but he still smiled brightly, braces gleaming in the light.

"Hello, it's nice to be here! My family and I just moved from Palmar. Please take care of me." The voice definitely belonged to a male though it was still slightly high, the huskiness of the voice almost cancelled out the pitch. His voice was still deeper than Carter had expected, him having expected a squeaky prepubescent boy voice. Luis's voice was... Wonderful. Carter could hear him talk all day.

"Thank you, Mr. Brown, you're seat is behind Mr. Morales."

Carter gave a small wave to Luis as he looked around the room. Luis's smile seemed to brighten a bit as he hurried to his new seat. Luis sat his bag down, whispering a small greeting to Carter. Mr. Brier went on with the normal morning announcements and Carter could hear Luis riffling through his bag.

"Fuck... Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" Carter was about to give him one until the boy next to Luis piped up.

"He isn't really the social type," The boy smiled, handing Luis a mechanical pencil. "My name's Kia, it's nice to meet you." Carter couldn't really be mad at Kia since he wasn't exactly wrong. But, man, did it still sting. He was trying to be nice to Luis since he was new. He would ignore him after the first day, choosing only to watch him at that point. Besides, just because he's not social, doesn't mean he's a dick.

Luis smiled back at Kai, twirling the pencil around his fingers. "Thanks!" Carter zoned out at that point, choosing to daydream about Joan and his sweaty, shirtless body.

When he tuned back into the real world it was already partway through first class. Quietly searching through his bag he pulled out his trig notebook and started to take down the notes. Like usual, he was really looking forward to chemistry and going home. Though, when he got home he'd have homework to do, at least he was out of Hell... Well, school.