"Hoshi! You're late, again!"
Shoot my alarm didn't go off.
He quickly got up and made his way to the bathroom.
No time for a shower, my hair isn't that greasy so I'll just shower after school.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face and got dressed. Before he went down stairs he grabbed his headphones.
"Wear colour for once." His mother mentioned as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple.
He just ignored it like he always did.
"What is up with you Hoshi? You don't even respond to me."
"Mom just stop."
"No, and take off those headphones, it's very rude to constantly wear them when you're talking to someone."
He looked his mother in the eyes, putting his headphones on and his hood over his head, for the statement.
"I want you home directly when you're free from school."
He turned around and just heard a yell with the words. "Do you hear me?!"
He grabbed his bag and walked the house out, slamming the door behind him. He saw the bus arriving and luckily step on just in time.
He sank his teeth into his Apple and sat down with a sigh.
The day has only begun and I'm already in a bad mood. My mother is all dramatic over my behavior.
The houses pass by his sight as his thoughts drift off. Remember the rules and I'll be okay. That's what he'd like to believe.
Rule Number 1.
Always have your headphones with you.
Check. He then picked up his bag while standing up, walking out of the bus, towards the school entrance. The stares from people are just normal now. I don't even know why I should bother, I don't harm them and they don't harm me so I don't see any problems.
He walked his way to his first class and sat in the back like usually. This was math which meant just making some equations the whole time.
He watched every student walk into class. Guessing what they were saying, while the only words that he heard were blasted through his headphones into his ears.
It's funny to imagine how school really has these groups formed just like in a movie. The girls that often care about how they look and what others think of them. The guys that still are acting like little kids while others only think about girls and their image.
His fingers curl the edge of his notebook paper as he softly grinned at his thoughts that he's thought about several times. He heard the bell softly while the music was flowing through his ears. He slid the headphones off of his head, around his neck. Clicking the button on his phone of the song that was playing; hells bells, by AC/DC. Ever since he first heard of them at the age of 11, it was his new favorite group. Not like others, he didn't get annoyed that girls started wearing their shirts just for the fashion of it. He couldn't care less, it made me wonder if some of them actually liked rock or if they were too scared to be different and not accepted.
The class started and everyone was starting to get quiet as the teacher started to explain what they were supposed to do. Again he couldn't care less, he barely cared about anything except for music.
As he already started to do the math equations, he heard his name being called.
"Abe." His teacher called out as she softly smiled at him. Ah right, another thing. Teachers somehow liked me, even though I didn't do anything special. Still wonder what made them like me.
"Yes?" He answered shortly, which brings us to his second rule.
Rule number 2.
Don't say something unless asked and reply short.
"Could you maybe get me the practice tests from Mr. Yagami?" She asked.
Of course he nodded and stood up from his desk. He walked past all the desks with eyes burning into his skin. People really don't have anything better to do huh?
Hé walked the classroom out, dragging himself to Mr. Yagami's classroom.
God, why am I doing this? This is probably why teachers like me, I'm doing everything they ask for. I could've made an excuse for why I couldn't do it.
He sighed and opened the door. And as if it's a sign, eyes turned towards him. If it wasn't a rule, he would've laughed at it now. It looks like a typical bad comedy movie, in my imagination I'd say. My imagination seems to be a lot better often.
Rule number 3.
Don't smile unless needed.
"You're here for the practice tests I assume."
"Yes" he answered. Again eyes were following him as he walked towards Mr. Yagami's desk.
"Here you go."
His hands slip around the pile of papers, nodding a 'thank you' before he made his way back to the door. As his face then beautifully hits the floor.
The room fills with laughter. Man do I hate this high school drama.
Pushing himself up with his arms, he walk up to Mr. Yagami's desk. Grabbed his coffee that he had noticed being barely touched. He never really liked coffee, but it seemed like he always just had one on his desk. He always wondered why, but never cared enough to ask.
The male student gasped as the already cold coffee was poured over his head. Coffee dripping down his hair and eyes with a fierce and raged look, piercing through my skin.
"You- !" He growled angrily.
"Abe-san, go to the office now!" How cliche, guess I really am in a teenage drama.
He turned to the door, glancing across the classroom and finding himself meeting these brown orbs staring at him. I know him from somewhere. His thoughts wondered about those mesmerizing eyes. Ew, I need to stop reading cliche stories. He sigh as he slid into the chair in the office.
"Abe-san, this is new"
He looked up and nodded. He listen to a lecture about how he should act and not let his actions repeat itself.
His parents scolded him after he got home from detention.
"I told you to directly come after school" and I did.
Rule number 4.
Always reply back in your head, when you get comments.
"I got a call that you spilled coffee on another student." of course they called.
"Is that how you are now? I didn't raise you like that Hoshi." Of course you didn't, that's why this is the first time it happened.
"Don't ever do anything like this again! Now go help your dad, there are lots of deliveries to take care of!" Of course because yelling will help. Sometimes I question what goes on in my parents head.
He pushed the door open, into their restaurants kitchen. "There is a delivery ready at the front." One of the workers told him as soon as he opened the door. In response he nodded and walked towards the front. He snatched the bag of chicken and fries. He smiled small to reassure his dad that he was doing okay, before he went outside and drove off to deliver the food. I sometimes feel like my dad understands me more than he shows. I know he cares, he just doesn't want to create a fuss if he goes against my mom. And I don't blame him. My mom can be a bit extra at times.
This is the same address as yesterday evening. Did they decide to eat like this every day now? He shook his thoughts off and rang the doorbell.
And to his shock, those brown orbs stared at him, just like the day before.
"So we meet again." His voice flowed through his ears.