When he sits on the table and opens the papers of other students firsts, I feel excited. As I look at him, I feel a connection I can’t explain, just as strong as last night. I decide it’s a good sign. That he’ll understand.
I should’ve known expecting things from people has never ended well for me. But I haven’t learned my lesson yet.
5
Elijah
I open the first paper and read it.
I really think I’m better than Alicia. I don’t know why anyone hasn’t seen it yet. I mean, isn’t it obvious? I can do whatever she does better. I’ve heard she’s going to be the prom queen. I can’t let that happen. I should be the prom queen.
I shake my head and read the second one.
I think this class should end so I can go watch some porn, you know? C'mon dude, you're a man too. I have needs. School hours long enough. I have basketball training tomorrow. So, let us go?
Oh and another thing I’m thinking is… fuck, man. I really want to fuck Eva so bad, even though I hate her. But can you blame me? Look at those tits.
I glare at the golden boy, my hand fists with the idea of him near her. That’s a bad sign.
Candice is gorgeous, and if she wasn't a bitch, we could be terrific friends. I don't know why she keeps trying to compete with me. Anyway...I can actually start reading a book. I don't really hate reading. So, thank you.
On the side note: You’re hot, Mr. Richards.
I smile a little, before reading the next one.
I'm working in the game center, and I'll be late. Can I leave a little early, Mr. Richards?
I shake my head and move to the next. The muffled voices start in the class as I read the papers one after the other. Actually, I'm not reading them because I wanna know what these kids are thinking. I'm reading them so time goes faster and I don't have to deal with them any longer today. Finally, I open the last one. Evangeline's. If I should judge her with the way she looks, I expect her to hit on me just like the cheerleaders eye-fuck me during the class. The problem is, I want her to. I haven't been able to take my eyes away from her since she stepped in the class. The good thing is I don't think she's caught me staring.
Finally, I start reading and suck in a breath.
It was 3 in the morning.
And I woke up
with a ringing in my ear.
A crash intense enough to hear
I look into the dark room,
Expecting to see monsters lurking in the corners.
Because I knew those hours in the night
Are when monsters go for a haunt.
But all I see is dark;
Empty, soulless, and stark.
It hurts more than the monsters
I wish there were claws from the darkness.
The ache in my chest burned,
Then I realized