Secrets we keep in bottles

Please tell me the truth

(Trigger warning: Blood and   Violence)

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The dismissal bell rang obnoxiously and teens rushed to pack their things up and shuffle to the next class. Hallways flooded with bodies, the commotion deafening under the background noise of the red ringer. Eric took his time in Spanish class, knowing if he waited a good five minutes that he could walk through the halls without being crushed. Next class was English ( Yuck ), then Pre-algebra ( Another yuck ), then finally lunch. He always looked forward to lunch and the two classes afterwards. He loved lunch for the obvious, but he also had Jacob as a partner in the last two classes.

Down the hall in English stood Jacob, juggling excitement of his own. Grunting as he swung his bag over his shoulder, he followed Bill and Jessica Reeves into the crowded hallway. The small group had to raise their voices to be heard over everyone else, Jacob keeping up a close pace to Bill.

"This is me, I'll see you two at lunch." Jessica waved, weaving her way through the sea of people and stepping into the music room. Bill waved back and Jacob nodded to let her know he heard her.

 "So how did the movie go?" Bill asks, dodging a group of older teens smoking up a section of lockers, He turned his lips downward in pure disgust. Jacob made a face as well and held his breath as the prissier girl of the group blew her lung-filled inhale in his direction. Both boys dipped quickly into Calculus and took their seats at their neighboring desks.

"It went really well." He finally replied, a grin sneaking its way onto his face as memories flashed before his eyes.

"Ha. Told you that you would be fine." He states smugly, pulling out his textbook and pencil. Jacob does the same, unable to wipe the bright grin off his face.

"Why are you smiling so much?" He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"No reason."

A dismissively calm response.

"Uhh huhh." He mutters, studying him. Seeing him stiffen and drop his expression in a split second surprises him and he follows his gaze in the direction of the door. Mark Rull walks though and sits down at his desk, tossing his bag to the side carelessly. Today he was wearing a not so clean tank-top and mud dusted jeans, reeking of something quite foul.

Only two desks behind Jacob made for a very uncomfortable situation, but something told the boys Mark didn't mind at all. It wasn't a school secret Jacob was one of his favorite play things. He was pure evil, constantly picking on everyone, but only Jacob and a handful of others had to endure his constant wrath had they been so unlucky to run into him. The only reason why he was still in this class was because he failed it last year. Hoo boy had he been pissed about that. Mark Penson got a good ol' bloody nose that day. And here he was now picking something from between his teeth, giving the back of Jacobs head a deadly glare. He was not in a good mood today. Jacob bit his bottom lip and turned his focus to his text book as Mrs. Lindsey started their daily lesson. 

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The lunch line was full as usual but Eric was happy to be out of that stuffy classroom. Rainy days made for just as much pore clogging air humidity as hot ones did. You would think they would at least attempt to open a window or two. He grinned as he saw they were having spaghetti and salad today. Jacob hated when he would make jokes about his "noodle arms", so naturally that was exactly what he was going to do. His heart fluttered happily as he saw the gang's usual table mostly empty on one side, all except for Jacob. Taking his tray he made his way over, sliding in not so gracefully beside his friend.