When I've Fallen Too Deep

Chapter 32- Bleachers.

.:NICO:.

IDK this book already is a fucking mess so I'm switching to third-person limited P.O.V from now on. I just feel like a write a lot better that way. 

Trigger Warning! This whole book has one but it might be needed again for this chapter.

Nico might have been dumb but he wasn't that dumb. He knew where danger lurked. He was just waiting to let his cards play outright.

He didn't dare go to the gym annex that afternoon. Maybe that would get an angry beating later, but I'm the words of John Mullaney, "Nah sister, you ain't getting me to no secondary location."  

It was the day after he had failed to show up and his anxiety was eating him alive. Everything was strangely quiet. Not even a snigger had been sent his way so far to suggest something was wrong. How did I always end up in these situations, he thought to himself. 

Today had been the start of the secound quarter, and since he had been so distracted by the thoughts in his head, he had totally forgotten about the third-period class switch. His school was odd that way, having a third-period class that only lasted about thirty minutes and only a quarter of the year. It was normally a Study Hall for some people, but others it allowed them to get ahead of the jump and take extra classes. The only thing that sucked was...

Fuck me, he thought to himself as he looked down to see Health and Fitness on his schedule. He already had one P.E. class why would he possibly need another? This had to be some kind of joke. 

He had totally blanked on filling out the paper for picking out a new class. They had thrown him in whatever was available, which just so happened to be the worst thing he could possibly think of. Why couldn't it just be Italian or something? Easy A. 

But sadly life was not on his side as he walked into the unnecessarily large gym the secound time that day. The large green wasp mascot on the center of the floor seemed to mock him as he walked up to the new coach. (seeing as he....killed? Killed the last one. He still didn't know for sure.)

"Mr. Tom?" He asks, causing the older male to turn around abruptly. Nico cautiously took a step backward.

  The teacher, probably in his early fifties but still looked as if he could beat you in 5k run without breaking a sweat, grinned at him as if he had never seen any troubles before in his life.  He had a genuinely happy atmosphere he always seemed to carry with him but Nico just thought the man was a little too touchy-feely for his own good. 

"I was just seeing if there was a mess up in my schedule? I already have a gym first period."

He laughed, "I've had two already ask me the same question. I'm afraid we can't switch you lad, all the other classes are filled, this was the only available. What? Don't look so down champ!" He playfully hits Nico's shoulder making him frown. "Looks like you need to build up some muscle anyways."

"Thanks," Nico says dryly. He moves to turn away when a messy mop of curly blonde hair caught his attention. He inwardly groaned. This day was shaping out to be great. 

Nico grabbed his backpack and hiked to the top left of the bleachers in hopes of not being noticed. He would usually change into his gym clothes being seeing it was the 'first' day they would have to wait until they assign bleacher numbers. 

He laid his head against the railing next to him to rest his eyes. It was the most rest he had gotten in a while with his anxiety and insomnia. It didn't help that his nightmares started to make a reoccurrence. Some that didn't even involve Tartarus but he couldn't remember those very well. All he knew is that it contained a woman with long brown hair, though it was usually matted with dirt of somewhat, and strikingly familiar eyes.