Golden (Original Version)

Chappy 1

-Shase's POV-

I got hit "accidentally" by a flying textbook in my third period yesterday. It hit right above my eye and now I have to wear butterfly stitches over my eyebrow. I thought since I don't go to day classes, I would be free from this crap. I guess not. I gave the culprit my signature death glare and they cowered away, never laying his eyes on me again. Right now, I have a major headache. I hear a group of giggling girls who hadn't noticed me yet. I turn around and yell at them, "Get to class!"

They all give me shocked expressions then hurriedly run away down the hall. Hopefully, they've gone to class.

"Jeez. You don't have to be so mean."

I walk past his annoying presence. "Get to class," I growl.

He grabs my wrist and turns me towards him. Reaching up, he lightly runs the pad of his thumb over the stitches.

I jerk my wrist from his grasp and turn, walking away from him. "I'll write you up if you don't get to class. And I mean it this time."

* * * * * *

I avoided Brady all day and can finally relax. I change into my legskin and go out to the schools swimming pool which is mostly used for our team practices during the week and old lady's arobics on the weekends. I stretch my arms and legs to loosen the tense muscles then dive into the pool. I should be practicing with goggles to get used to them, but they are so annoying and I only want to put up with them during the meets. After a few minutes, I resurface and that's when I hear my name being called. I look up at the man calling me. "Did you need something?"

He crouches down and splashes water in my face. "What did I tell you about goggles?"

I wipe away the water and smile up at him. "That they are useless and I don't them?"

"Hardy har har. Put them on, or you're supended from the next meet," he warns me.

I hurriedly climb out and hurry to the locker room to grab my goggles out of my locker. I feel eyes burning holes into my back and turn around for a smirk to appear on my face.

His eyes rake up and down my body, glistening from the water droplets still resting on my skin.

"Like what you see?" I ask, teasingly.

He shakes his head snapping out of his fantasy and smiles at me, nodding. "Maybe."

I chuckle. "Too bad, old man," I say walking past him, back out to the pool.

He follows after me. "I'm not old. I'm barely 28."

"And I'm 16. You're 2 years too early to be trying to get at this," I gesture to my body with a smirk.

He laughs and shakes his head at me. "Be ready for the meet! We leave after lunch break!"

I nod, more to myself because he has already walking away. I jump back into the water and continue my practice which was, a bit rudely, interrupted by the coach. I jump out of the pool when I feel my skin start to get all pruny. I sigh as I walk back into the locker rooms to shower.

* * * * * *

I place my bag beside my door and remove my clothes, changing into more comfortable clothing. After I change, I go downstairs where the rest of my family is sitting, eating dinner. I serve myself a plate and join them at the table.

We stay sitting in comfortable silence until my sister decides to acknowledge me.

"So, why are you home so late? Out fucking your boyfriend, faggot?" She asks with a sneer.

"You watch your language, young lady!" My mother yells at her.

"I'm also curious as to why you are home so late. Usually, you are here right when dinner is ready," my father says.

He still acknowledges me as his son most of the time, so I guess you could say that me and my father are closer than me and the rest of my family.

"I had gotten light headed and had to stay in the nurses office a little longer than expected."

"What happened to your forehead, boy?" he asks.

"A textbook was thrown at my head yesterday."

"Did you at least punch whoever did it?"

I shake my head, taking a bite of the caserole in front of me. "I would have gotten a detention and I want to swim at the next meet," I answer after swallowing the bite.

He nods approvingly. "When is the next meet?"

"Tomorrow."

His face lights up and he actually looks at me directly. "Is it at your school?"

I shake my head. "It is at Freemonte Community College. Coach had informed me that we would be leaving right after lunch break in order to get there on time. Will you be able to make it?" I ask expectantly.

He nods with a smile, "I wouldn't miss it."

See, this is the only reason my father hasn't left me like mother and sister. He likes the fact that I am at least in sports. He had told me that he wouldn't forgive himself if he did what mother had done and disowned me as their child. We were too close. We had the bond only a father and son could share and we both cherished it. Me more than him because he was all I had left. Mentally that is. I still physically have my mother and sister, but I don't think that really counts. Father acknowledges me only a little because he is afraid to lose my mother. If he treated me just the same as they did, I would have killed myself already. I can't go through that. I already have enough damage from being messed with at school. I finish my food before the rest of them and excuse myself to my room after washing my dishes. I go to bed early, hoping, like I do every night before I fall asleep, that tomorrow will be different, better, life changing.