What are you going to do about it?

“TOOOOOOOOOOOOOONY!”

“Fuck off, Himes.” I muttered sleepily.

“But we’re gonna be late!” Jaime exclaimed once again, this time sitting on the edge of my bed.

“5 minutes.” I said, burying my face further into the pillow.

“In 5 minutes we’re going to be late.” He muttered, standing up to leave my room.

“I’m leaving in 10 minutes. If you’re not up and ready by then, you can make your own way.” Jaime didn’t like Tuesday morning, I don’t know why, but he was always grouchy on Tuesday mornings.

“Mmhmm.” I let out a small yawn and sat up groggily, waiting for my vision to clear up.

“Fuck this.” I muttered to myself, picking through the closet, trying to find something relatively clean.

I ended up with an ‘Affliction’ muscle shirt, black jeans and a dark grey hoodie. I dashed across the hall to the bathroom, seeing that I had about 3 minutes until Jaime left. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, before running into the kitchen to see Jaime just about to leave.

“Wait a second!” I yelled, picking up the bag I carried all my supplies in, aside from the ones in class, of course.

“C’mon Tony!” Jaime whined, elongating the vowels.

“Im coming, Himes.” I chuckled, running to catch up with the fleeting boy.

“Lock the door!” Jaime yelled from a few floors below. I nodded even though he couldn’t see me and did as I was told, locking the door.

I ran down the stairs, somehow passing Jaime who was also running, as apparently I had ‘Held us back’ Pssh, Please.

I ran out the front of the building, laughing at the stumbling and gasping Jaime, and continued to the car, panting. It was 7 flights of stairs, cut me some slack!

I was standing next to the car, freezing. “Open the fucking door! It’s too early for this!” I raised my voice, making sure Jaime heard.

“Calm down, turtle. The door is open.”

“I’m just going to call you hedgehog. You’re welcome.” I grinned, sitting on the passenger seat.

“What? Why?” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

I simply ran a hand through his spiky hair.

“Alright then.” He muttered, putting the key into the ignition and turning it, making Asking Alexandria’s ‘A Prophecy’ Blast through the speakers.

I turned it down a tad and Jaime looked at me like I had set a kitten on fire in front of him.

“Okay.” I muttered in confusion, turning the stereo back up, just to make Jaime happy. Oh the things I do for him. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

“To school!” He yelled, laughing while backing out of the space.

4th period.

“Class, please sit down and shut up!” I yelled, gaining everyone’s attention. “This’ll be your first proper assignment, so listen up!” Everyone was silent.

“Good. Now, what I would like you to do, is get into groups of 3 to 6, and create a song, like a band. Choose whichever genre you like, and this project will be due in a month from now. And once that month is up, I would like you to preform for you class mates. Any questions?” I repeated the same thing I had said to the previous 3 classes.

“Yes?” I pointed at a girl further towards the back of the class, with blonde hair and blue highlights.

“Do we get to choose our groups?” She asked, a pleading look in her eye.

“As long as you’re sensible and get the work done, I don’t see why not.” I threw a smile to anyone who was paying attention.

“Okay, so if that’s that cleared up, we will be completing a worksheet on..” Fuck, what was it on? “Fuck, uh…” I muttered under my breath, scrambling to find the sheet, earning laughter from most of the class. Great.

“Ah, here it is. It is on the works of Mozart. I want it completed by the end of class. You should’ve covered this at the end of last year, so it shouldn’t be too difficult. If you need any help at all, just raise your hand.” And with that, I began handing out the worksheet.
It’s now lunch. Thank fuck.

Jaime has just left the classroom after having lunch with me, when I begin to hear chanting.

It sounds like they’re chanting ’Fight’. I walked out of the classroom and sure enough, I was right. Jesse I believe it was, was holding Mike up against the lockers by his collar, snarling at him.

“Davidson!” I yelled Jesse’s last name, scaring him and making him and his ‘followers’ run.

“What happened?” I asked Mike, who was left slumped on the floor, still pressed up against the lockers.

He simply grunted in response.

I extended an arm out to help him up but he slid away from it.

“You can’t catch Gay.” I stated bluntly, extending my hand out once again. He cracked a small smile and grasped my hand, pulling himself up, wincing slightly in the process.

“I’m going to take you to the nurses office, okay?” I asked. But he shook his head vigorously. “Why not? You’re hurt.” I stated, letting him lean on me for support.

Mike just shook his head again and looked to the floor. I let out a sigh.

“Okay, I’m going to take you into my classroom okay?” Everyone deserves a second chance, and I don’t want them to torment him over lunch period.

He nodded, a small smile falling upon his lips.

“Okay.”

Notes

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