SEVENS

ARROGANT BOY

A|N: Violence/Abuse Warning!!!

"Yo! Dude what the fuck happened? You the new Jesus or some shit? Die for five days and become a zombie?"

"Fuck off Max. Jesus isn't a zombie."

"No way am I fucking off as you so kindly put it! Do you know how long it's been since I've seen you?"

"I don't know Max, yesterday?" I really wasn't interested. Despite Max being my one and only friend he was a huge pain in the ass. And his lengthy rants mixed with the sounds of the cafeteria was as obnoxious as a broken fire alarm sounding at the same time that someone was eating a fucking peanut butter sandwich with their mouth open.
I wanted it all to stop, to just be quiet, I already had the war pounding from the cut to my temple to contend with.

"No! Five days. Five mother fucking days. You didn't come into school Wednesday. Or Thursday or Friday and I didn't hear from you over the weekend and it's Monday!" I choked on my spit and looked over at Max. He had eyebrows raised. I stared at him, blinking, breathing, deep in thought.

Had I really been out for that long? Was there really a way I could have not realized, I would have had to get up at some point to drink and eat... but I couldn't remember doing anything like that. But if I thought on it- I guess I had woken up on my mattress this morning, which was strange considering I clearly remembered fainting against the wall. I highly doubted anyone had helped me as Mark had only ever touched me in violence and Mary probably couldn't lift my unconscious body. But could I really be missing several days worth of memory?

Max waved his hands in my face shaking me back to reality. "-yo! Dude do you have a newfound crush on me or do you stare at everyone like that? You gotta tell me what's going on with you? What the serious fuck happened?"

"N-Nothing."

"And that-" he pointed to my head, "is just from cuddling cotton balls am I right?"

I swatted his hand away but flinched when I didn't think and extended my arm enough to feel it across my stomach. I doubled over. "Fuck off-" I panted.

"Tomas—"

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and I forced myself to stand up. The rush of the crowd out of the lunchroom was almost overpowering, I scowled and glared at anyone within a foot of me, keeping a safe bubble of protection around my battered body.
Max trotted along looking worried but fine otherwise. He parted from me halfway down the main hall so he could go grab something from his locker and promised to meet me in our next class. I slowly made my way to the chemistry class room without him, continuing to glare.

I was the first one in the chem room because I still didn't have any school supplies. So when I walked in I was a little surprised to see Mrs. Qualls at her desk fussing over some papers. Usually she was late to class.

She looked up when I entered and smiled. "Tomas! I was just doing some grading. I haven't seen you in a couple days though."

"Busy." I grumbled, facing away so she couldn't see the gash on my head, hoping my jacket hoodie would be enough to hide it from her. I scrunched my nose at the lemon bleach smell of the room and scanned for the seat that was tucked furthest from Mrs. Qualls' desk.

"Well can we talk about your final?" Was she seriously going to talk about finals? If she was I wasn't in the mood to listen. She was so fucking happy about it too, her voice high and sweet like finals were a fun topic for her.

I wasn't in the mood to respond either. So I settled on a simple answer. "No."
My eyes settled on the desk in the far right corner, and the seat which would leave my back protected by the wall.
I slouched into a seat and curled my arms under my head resting on the desktop.