Second Chances : Chapter 3
#10 of Ar
Author's note - So here's chapter 3. I want to thank everyone for their favorites/watches/votes and especially for the comments :). I feel this one is a little slow but don't worry as the next one should pick up quite a bit. As always this series contains gay themes, if this bothers you read something else :P.
So here we were, walking the short trek back to my house. We, the kind and amazing Luke carrying an almost magical air of benevolance around him and the body of a god, and me the idiot who brought fear and worry to those eyes. Me the failure who actually managed to harm the most perfect creature on the planet, in order to do that I had to be the lowest of low, to actually place a dirty cloud of hurt that obviously weighed on him. He was the first to break the silence that had been ever present since the start of our journey.
"So, where do you sit at lunch?" He walked ahead of me so that he could look into my eyes as I answered him, almost daring me to lie to him. As if a lowly creature could lie to a god like him, I honestly couldn't lie to those eyes even if I had tried. Even if I had wanted to try.
"Umm next to room 211, right across from the 300 building. Why?" I was lost in his eyes as I answered slowly, my head swimming in those clear pools. Dear god I love his eyes! I could probably go on and on about them for forever. As I was lost in those eyes, lost in my thoughts, I had conveniently forgotten that each step I was taking needed my utmost concentration so I didn't fall. So as one might imagine my face started to accelerate towards the pavement in response to my lack of concentration.
He caught me. Again! Man I must of been the biggest pain in his ass the world has ever seen. He just chuckled lightly and responded to my curiosity, "Because, I don't want you passing out at lunch with no one to look after you." There it was, the Adonis before me looked down on me in the dirt, as a loner. The almighty one was taking pity on me and all I could think was how it hurt. It shouldn't of, it was my rightful place grovelling with the fillth and loners but it still hurt that he already thought of me in that way. The way he had just assumed I had no friends.
"I have plenty of friends with me." My depression and hurt apparently showed in my voice because as soon as I said it his face turned to the floor and his ears layed down slightly against his head. Shit, now I was making him feel bad. I was making the source of all goodness feel bad. How could I do this? I started to get angry at myself. Here he was just trying to help and I end up basically spitting his offer back in his face. When he started talking again I assumed he was talking slowly as to make sure his words didn't injure my feelings. Still thinking of me, I should of actually died so I didn't put him through any of this pain.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, I'm sure a nice guy like you has plenty of friends. Its just I doubt any of them know how sick you were a couple days ago and I would be happy to hang arond for the next couple of days to make sure nothing happens. That is, if you want, I wouldn't want to intrude," he was wringing his wrists in worry all throughout his thought and it just added fuel to my seething anger directed towards myself. Here he was offering his kindness to me and all I was doing was pushing him away. How dare I sully his mere presence by just being around him. At the same time though when would an opportunity like this present itself again? He was offering to eat lunch with me! I should just be jumping on this oppertunity. Just as we were approaching my house I was able to answer his question.
"You didn't offend me, I'm sorry for reacting like that. I think it would be awsome if you would come and sit to eat lunch with the group. I honestly just hope they don't scare you away, a truly interesting group of people." There it was the truth flat out for him if I hadn't already scared him away I'm sure my fun but weird-ass friends would. At least I would enjoy it while it lasted.
"Okay," he said a little happier, a little brighter which only served to make me wish I could of done more to make his smile even brighter, "I'll see you at lunch today then. I've got to hurry if I'm gonna make it to 0 period on time." With that he jogged off in the direction of his house, only a few blocks away from my house, and I turned to walk inside my house. I didn't have a zero period so I didn't have to be to school for another hour. I opened the door and walked inside. Nothing had changed. Not that I really had expected it to, I mean even if I had died its not like it would of actually changed anything other than what my beadroom was used for. I couldn't help but wonder what my parents would convert my room into if I had died, probably an office space, my mom had just been complaining that she had no workspace that was all her own.
I walked to my room and noticed a yellow piece of paper taped to my door that was entitled 'tentative plan'. It was a note from my mother that read, 'Rose, the doctor has informed me that for the next two weeks we are to look after you for any signs of renewed suicide. As such we will be preventing any possible attempts by removing your bedroom door this afternoon and confinscating the keys to your car. You must walk to school for the next two weeks. Before you leave for school leave your keys in your fathers drawer, you may keep you house key. Love Renee.'
Oh joy, I guess that means I better hurry off to school a.s.a.p. if I'm going to make it. Its not that far to my school but in my current state the two and a half mile walk would take all of my remaining 45 minutes to get to class on time and my english teacher was always such a pain when people were late. So I changed my clothes quickly and put on some deoderant, complying with the instructions left for me by mother I dropped my car key in fathers drawer and locked the house door on my way out and started my walk to school.
I walked into my first period class as the late bell was ringing, barely making it. "Ar, do you have your truant slip?" Mrs. Abear, an oddly slim brown bear with half moon glasses, asked.
"Sorry I don't"
"You need to go up to the attendance office immediatly to get your slip." This was a little trick that the teachers at my school loved to play, that way even if your absence was excused for 'illness' or whatever they could still nail you for being tardy. There was that and the fact that I didn't have a signed note from my parents for the attendance office, which meant my next two saturdays would be spent cleaning up the campus as punishment. Oh and don't forget about the detention for being late to first period. This was just starting out to be a wonderful day.