..~Golden wings~..

Chapter 3

I waved bye to Michael before I went to my first class. It was language arts. I sighed as I walked to my class.

I decided I'd return the necklace when I could, I was honestly kind of scared of Brendon. Although he didn't look way too different, he definitely was. His hair was much longer, no longer shaved on the sides, curlier, which I found kind of cute, in a platonic way anyways. He had horns now, or at least I hadn't noticed them before, and he was much taller, his skin a bit tanner, and his muscles much larger. I smile, well now I know what he looks like.

I walk into the class, taking a random seat near the back window. I sit boredly, I hated language arts with a passion. Reading n' shit just wasn't my thing. I always passed the class, it was just boring as heck. I yawned as the bell rang, the teacher cleared his throat.
"Good morning cla-" everyone looked over at who entered the door, I did aswell. And you wouldn't be able to guess who it was.
"Welcome to my senior class, again, Brendon." A couple of people chuckled at the teacher's comment.
"Haha, real funny." He rolled his eyes and took the seat that was empty right beside me.
"So you failed senior year huh?" I whisper to him with a smirk.
"Shut up." He growled, but there was a slight look of affection in his eyes. I laughed quietly, taking the necklace off my neck.
"I think this belongs to you." I hand it to him, "Michael says he's sorry."
"Tyler what are you doing?!" The teacher yells and all the attention goes onto me. I stuff the feather behind his back.
"Ahahah... n-nothing?" I look at him with a pleading eye.
"Whatever, look up here, not him." He rolls his eyes. "Anyways, since we're starting this, might aswell start with you. Introduce yourself, stand up too." He looks at me in the eyes.
"Alright." I stand up, "Hey, I'm Tyler Eto, if it's easier just call me Ty, I like to play guitar and uh- drink coffee I guess." I sit down.
"Alright, good." He looks at Brendon with an expectational look. Brendon sighed angrily and then stood up.
"Yo, I'm Brendon McClain. Uh.." he thought for a moment, "I like beating the screams out of people so don't piss me off." He chuckled at his dark humor. "Just joking, I like health and birds, I'm honestly nicer than I look." He sits down, most of the classes having mixed feelings by the look of their faces.

The rest of the class had done their intro's. I yawned.
"Oi, teacher, could I go to the restroom?" I say lazily.
"I guess." He shrugs. I stand and start walking towards the door.
"Uh- I need to go too." Brendon said.
"Whatever, you already know the rules anyways. Just go." Mr. Handell told him. I walked out the door, Brendon following shortly after.
"I can't stand Mr. Handell." Brendon growled to himself.
"I can't stand language arts, reading, writing... eh.. had to get away." I sighed, kind of awkward.
"Yeah.." he agreed as we walk into the bathroom. I kind of just chill at one of the end walls, next to a sink. He looks at the necklace in his hands and put it on, putting the feather into his black Tee.
"So you made sure to remember me then?" I smiled, a slight chuckle coming out of my mouth.
"I said I'd never forget, it means a lot to me so uh.. I guess I keep it with me." He nodded.
"Well uh- Thankyou I guess." I smile.
"Yeah- no problem." He smiled.
"You look a lot different." We said in unison. We both laughed for a moment.
"Yeah I guess so.." he said.
"Hey! You have horns now." I grinned. He had a small blush of embarrassment on his face.
"Yeah- finally." He chuckled. "You look uH- edgier?"
"Thanks I threw it together this morning." I lied, well, sort of? "I use the patch to hide this nasty scar." I lifted the eyepatch, my eye fluttering open. It looked like the stereotypical blind eye, a faded grayish blue.

"So you lost your sight after that? Sorry I didn't get there sooner."
"Yeah- and really it's not your fault.." I said honestly with a shrug.
"Yeah- I guess." He sighed for a moment. "I can't get this off my mind but uh- is your hair naturally pink?" He asked awkwardly. I burst into a fit of laughter. After I stopped laughing I looked at him.
"It's uh- it's natural." I smile, "My mom's hair was white, my dads is red." I tilt my head as I explain, "It's kind of cheesy, I know, but I guess it's how it worked out."
"That's cool." He smiled. "Both of my parents have black hair, my mom has very curly hair." He explained, taking a curl into his thumb and playing with it. I walked over to him without him noticing, grabbing a curl aswell.
"I like curly hair." I commented, looking at him. His face was a slight pink as he looked up at me.
"Th-thanks." He commented. "Uh- maybe we should head back to class?" He grabbed my hand, moving it from his curls. I smile,
"Yeah sure." I let go of his hand. "Let's go." I start to walk out, going the direction of the classroom.

As we enter the teacher gave us a suspicious look,
"What did you guys do that took so long?"
"What do you think we did? We're we going to fuck or something?" I laughed, looking over at Brendon, his face red.
"W-whatever.." the teacher looked away, too afraid to talk back once I gave him a glare. I sat down at my desk with a smile, my hand on my cheek.
"Why are you always smiling?" Brendon said.
"Dunno, it's fun I guess." I chuckle, my legs swinging under my desk. I look out the window, my face going back to its normal emotionless face.
"Class dismissed." My teacher said, letting us go a couple minuties early. I look over at Brendon and we both stood up. I walked over to the door, opening it for him.
"Ladies first." I laugh at my own joke. He lets out a snicker before walking out,
"Why Thankyou, dear." He laughs.