Lost In Resonace

Marchin On

Gavin hates this goddamned school. He's gone to Jericho High for his entire high school career, and his junior year would be no different. He grips the handle of his trumpet case tightly as he forces himself to walk through the front doors of the school. One foot after the other, Gavin. 

His shoes clack as he makes his way down the long hallway to the music room. This shitty-ass school can't even afford to have separate band and orchestra classes, so all of the band geeks from middle school have to be shoved in with the orcha-dorks. The fucking show-offs. 

Gavin's thoughts race while he makes his way to the gym, where the rest of the school is gathered. This will be his year. He'll finally get first chair, he'll finally keep his phcking grades up, and he'll finally get rid of the sickly stench of weed that seems to follow him everywhere. He doesn't smoke, no, but his boyf- ex-boyfriend does. 

"Heeeeeey! We're over here!" Tina calls to him the moment he steps foot into the packed gym. Gavin jogs up to their place in the bleachers, inserting himself between Tina and Chris. He sets his backpack down with a heavy 'thunk.' Chris puts his arm around Gavin, and Tina kicks a leg up into his lap. 

"Are you guys ready for junior year?" Chris asks. 

"Not at all, " Gavin groans. He taps his foot nervously. "This year is going to be awful and I'm going to hate every second of it." 

"It will be if you keep that mindset!" Chris counters. "Look on the bright side, Gav. Maybe there'll be a hot new kid." 

"Oooh, " Tina teases. "Someone tall, dark, and handsome with rippling abs, right?" She nudges Gavin in the ribs. 

"Shut the hell your mouths, both of you. No one is gonna want Leo's sloppy seconds, " Gavin spits, checking his phone. No new emails, no new text messages. Good. 

"You're the hottest piece of ass at this school, Gavin. Someone's gotta want you, " Tina says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. 

"Geez, T, you're such a phckin homo." 

"No you, asshole." 

The first bell rings, releasing the swarm of high schoolers into the thin halls. Gavin weaves his way through clumps of kids, trying to get to his locker in the wayyyyy back of the school efficiently. Oh, curse his last name being in the last part of the alphabet. 

He looks down the line of lockers, scanning for any new faces. He eyes the backs of a set of unfamiliar twins three or four lockers down from him, but Gavin isn't in the mood to socialise right now. His locker neighbors are taking an awfully long time to get their stuff and get their asses out of the way. 

The person beside him leaves, and Gavin's finally able to access his locker. He enters his com and unlocks it with a noisy clack. He shoves his backpack in, pulls the shit he needs for his morning classes out, and slams his shitty locker shut. He walks away, then wheels back around to relock his locker. What a day this was going to be. 

First came English. It went just as well as Gavin was expecting it to go. He sat through the class numbly, half-assing the "get to know you" sheet Mr. Collins had passed out and talked to Tina and Chris the entire time. He doodled idly as Mr. Collins went over the syllabus. The bell rang, and Gavin went on his merry way. 

Pre-Calc, his second hour of the day, was much more intense than Gavin had originally thought. The teacher, notorious tight-ass Mr. Perkins, spent roughly 10 minutes covering the syllabus before plunging the class headfirst into notes. Gavin looked around the room in bewilderment, wonder who else could be dumb enough to take a class taught by Perkins. There were the usual suspects- Markus, Simon, a couple of random nobodies, and that weird bird kid. He also saw the twins from earlier, sitting so close they were practically conjoined.