The Boy in the Black Hoodie

Chapter 10

Hello there friends! Hope you're all doing fantastic!

Well, this is great for me, because I have updated 2 days in a row! (This has only ever happened once before so savor it).

Well before you jump into chapter 10, which is actually an Eric's P.O.V (I know right? Very special), I did add a couple things to chapter 2 (changed when detention started and stuff about tattoos), just made the story run a bit smoother.

But if you just read chapter 9 just now you should be all caught up.

Well hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Eric's P.O.V

Once the last bell of the day rings, I fly up out of my seat and out of my class, all I want to do is go home and play guitar, it's a good thing detention doesn't start until tomorrow.

I rush to my locker do the combo and fling it open, grabbing all my homework and shit. Some other kids look at me strange as I slam my locker closed and pick up my bag, I ignore their stares. As I make my way through the school I get stared at by even more people, word of my fight with Kacey gets around fast, I guess.

As I step out of the school and into the parking lot, I sigh as I watch other kids leap into their cars and speed off home, while I keep on trodding on, knowing I have a two mile walk home before me.

As I start to make my way off of school property, I notice Kacey leaving the school. For a moment, I think he's alone, but then I see the front doors open again, and Lacy leaves the school as well, following her douche bag boyfriend. I nearly whack my head on a street lamp. Why does she go out with that ass?

I try not to let it bother me as I keep walking, holding onto my backpack with one strap, and a glare spread across my face. I continue my march home. But a couple minutes later, once I forget about Lacy and Kacey, the name rhyming duo, a cars passes by me, honking it's horn, I turn, Kacey is smirking in the drivers seat and I see Lacy smack his arm and start to yell at him. Kacey just shrugs her off and keeps driving away. Stupid Kacey. Oblivious Lacy.

I don't know why I feel so protective towards her, she's just another girl. Just another girl, right?

I shake my head, Lacy's just another girl, a nice one, a smart one, she's my... Well - what is she? My friend? Peer? Well whatever she is, she'll be nothing more. I come to a consensus.

I keep, walking.

What seems like an hour later (it was only half an hour), I get home, to my Dad's fixer-upper. It's tall, dark and old fashion, built in the late 1800's, and surrounded by tall elm trees. I walk up the couple steps and open up the grand door with my key.

Once inside, I am greeted with the familiar scent of drying paint and freshly cut wood. My father and step mother finished with the renovations a couple days ago, and the old fashioned furniture has just been getting moved in, I kick off my converse and pick them up, my step mom, Miriam, doesn't like me tracking my things along on the main floor.

I speed through the first floor and to the stairs to my basement 'room', if that's what you want to call it. I then put my shoes back on and I open up the door, under the set of stairs leading to the second floor, and descend into my basement prison.