Sleepless, a Poofless ff

Sleeves Aren't Waterproof

Today's song is... "Last Words" by Ice Nine Kills

Chapter 17, Sleeves Aren't Waterproof

It was the second time in an entire month that Rob had actually woken up at a valid time, the second time in a month that he'd gotten ready to go out;  and it was the first time he hadn't thought about the guys.

Moving on was hard...

Rob was incredibly grateful that he'd been accepted for the job, and especially grateful that he'd been given the chance to watch over some classes. After all, who knows what can happen with a bunch of ninth graders in a pre-calc classroom? He looked into the mirror, fixing his  collar and self-consciously pulling the sleeves of his blazer down.

It's now or never.

He pulled his door open, squinting in the light, as his keys jingled. He was surprised he even remembered how to drive. A paper flew out of the door of his car, and he bent down to read it,
"Saturday, November 12" . He winced, remembering the funeral. He blinked rapidly, putting on a straight face as he placed the paper on the passenger seat.

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"Uh... I have to go for third period." Rob awkwardly mumbled, feeling surrounded by other teachers. He continued to uncomfortably tug at his sleeves, peeking down every once in a while to check if they were in place, as he shuffled out of the break room. Rob's first class, he was excited, yet incredibly nervous. The entire school environment seemed intimidating to him.

He unlocked his door, walking into the slightly familiar classroom and flipping the light-switch. The shades were still closed, and the teacher last in here had left textbooks scattered along random desks. There were a couple students walking through the halls, but otherwise it seemed deserted. He began piling up books and organizing desks, ignoring the stinging feeling beneath his sleeves.

Rob was just about done when the bell rang, and a couple students walked in immediately from across the hall. He received some awkward smiles, waves, and intrigued stares. Without thinking, he took his blazer off, setting it on his chair. Soon enough, the bell rang again, a couple stragglers rushing in. He cleared his throat.

"Hello, welcome to Pre-Calculus, I am Mr. Latsky."

Some people mumbled "hello", and others simply nodded or ignored him.

"Today I would like to get to know you better, so for the first half of class, I'll have you filling out these," He said while holding a stack of papers up, "Then for the last half of class we will share them." After paying out papers, he watched as they began scribbling in answers. He continued to ignore the burning feeling from his arms, walking over to the shades. While pulling them up, he felt heat wash over him, wincing. 'It's nothing.' He thought. He hurried back to his desk, to answer a boy's question.

"Mr. Latsky?" He said urgently, breaking Rob's train of thought. Rob looked down, his mouth widening into an "o" as redness seeped into his sleeves.

"Watch over the class. I'll be back in a second." He said quickly, leaving the boy shocked as he rushed out of the classroom. "Bathroom." He thought quickly, running through the halls...directly into another teacher.

"Excu-" The science teacher started, before noticing the blood beginning to drip from Rob's arms. Rob was speechless, his vision shaky before he passed out. The science teacher, Jeff, broke out of his trance, catching him. In a state of panic, he ran into Mrs. Wagner's classroom.

"Get the nurse, quick." He said quickly, as she followed him into the hall, her expression shocked.

Everything seemed to be happening in frames, a nurse hurriedly joining the two, ambulances blaring outside of the doors.

Mrs. Thomas, the nurse, pulled up his sleeves, leaving her more shocked than before. Long, consistent cuts ran up his arms, gushing blood.

As Rob was rushed off in an ambulance, his class was left frightened and confused.

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"Adam!" Jerome called excitedly.

Adam turned around, heading towards the living room.

"What?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen of their apartment, and was surprised to see Jerome dressed up in a suit.

"Look," Jerome said, holding up a black box, "I'm proposing to Louise today!" Adam's face dropped. Proposing? Jerome's expression wavered. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah, it's awesome." Adam replied, pursing his lips. Jerome's smile grew wider.

"Alrighty then, I'm going out to dinner with her tonight, see you tomorrow!" He said, leaving before Adam could reply.

"Idiot." He whispered to himself.

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Alright, explaining time. I will either upload so much your brains explode, or so little that your brains explode within these few next weeks. Now how is that? Nutcracker. Yeah...so I'm gonna be extremely busy at dance for about three weeks, because of our show. So I will either have  nothing else to do than write in my extra time (which isn't likely) or have way too much going on, especially the week of the show. So...yeah.

Time to dance.

Bye!