Crooked Young
Spanner In The Works
KARINA'S POV
Tapping my pencil against my desk, I watched with tired eyes as my teacher sprawled calculations on the board. As much as I wanted to do well in school, I had moments where I longed to be engulfed by the sheets of my bed instead of a litany of confusing numbers and letters.
Hearing a knock at the door, my teacher - a short man with an untamed beard - spun round. He shouted for the person to enter whilst he straightened his navy blue tie against his prominent beer belly.
"Hi, I'm suppose to ask if I can work in here," said the boy, his dark brown hair partially falling across his tanned face. He handed Mr Bennett a note, most likely from his teacher, and slumped against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. As he stood there, and silence fell in the room, I let my eyes trail up and down his body. He wore black jeans, black high tops and a white top with the words 'DEADVIEW' sprawled across the front.
"Class disruption, hm?"
"I was only listening to music," the boy answered casually, his dark eyes moving across the ground.
"And arriving late," added Mr Bennett. "Alright, come in and take a seat up the back. I'm assuming you've been assigned work, but I'd rather you joined in with my lesson. Perhaps Math will excite you more than Chemistry, Mr Perry."
"We can only hope," he smiled sarcastically, moving past the teacher and sauntering up the first aisle. As he came close to me, I began to pick at the rubber on my pencil. Please don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me.
'Mr Perry' lazily dropped into a desk diagonally behind me. The sound of his chair screeching forward made me grit my teeth as I tried to focus on Mr Bennett once again. I'm not going to miss out on understanding algebra because of this selfish asshole. Straightening myself up, I held my pencil eagerly as I awaited further instruction on how to complete the equation we'd copied down.
It was around 10 minutes before the boy got into trouble. "Mr Perry, you are not in here to slack off," the teacher said sternly, his foot tapping against the ground. "You were sent here to work, and that is what you shall do."
"Wow," the boy replied, slowing clapping. "That's great, really. I just- wow. I've never met a time traveler before, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What else does my future hold?"
I watched as the girl directly on front of me leaned over to her left, exchanging a whisper with a tall, slim boy called Matt. Her jaw dropped in shock, along with various other people's in the room. This guy was skating on thin ice.
Mr Bennett exhaled in frustration. "This is your first warning."
"Oh, scare tactics? That's a bit old, sir."
"Fine. Get out of my classroom," he demanded, lips shrunk and stare heavy as he pointed to the door. From behind, I listened stiffly as the boy asked to remain in class. He claimed that he would behave and, although Mr Bennett was initially hesitant, he allowed him to stay.
After that, class continued without any further disruption. Thankfully, I was able to just listen and take notes for the time that remained. If the boy had fooled about any longer, I would have had to come back at lunch to get more notes. I couldn't risk failing a test. I couldn't risk not getting into college. I couldn't risk becoming a disappointment to my dad.
Hearing the bell sound, I puffed out as I shoved all my things into my bag (that I had strategically covered in band patches). I dropped it on to my desk as I fought to put on my black hoodie, which was being particularly uncooperative that day.
"Misfits, huh?" Said a voice. I looked up from the tangled material to see the boy standing next to my bag, eyes roaming over it. I ignored my hoodie and quickly went about yanking my bag away.
"Yeah," I answered sharply.
"I'm not going to steal it," he chuckled, an amused smile on his face.
"I know, but I can't have anyone seeing my embarrassingly large stash of Twinkies."
The boy chortled again, and his low laugh made something inside me twinge. "I'm Tony," he said finally.
"I'm-"
"Karina? Yeah, I know."
I gulped. How did he know my name? How did this guy, who I was certain I'd never seen before, know my name? I mean, judging from the fact that I overheard someone saying his name during class, and being able to pick up on the unfortunately negative context it was tangled in, I had come to the conclusion that he wasn't new. So, the question remained, how did he know my name?
"I prefer Kat," I replied in the best steady voice I could muster up.
"Well, Kat," he answered, an almost menacing tone in his words, "I'll see you around."
Would we though? We'd never seen each other around before.
"Yeah," I blurted. "See you around."
Tapping my pencil against my desk, I watched with tired eyes as my teacher sprawled calculations on the board. As much as I wanted to do well in school, I had moments where I longed to be engulfed by the sheets of my bed instead of a litany of confusing numbers and letters.
Hearing a knock at the door, my teacher - a short man with an untamed beard - spun round. He shouted for the person to enter whilst he straightened his navy blue tie against his prominent beer belly.
"Hi, I'm suppose to ask if I can work in here," said the boy, his dark brown hair partially falling across his tanned face. He handed Mr Bennett a note, most likely from his teacher, and slumped against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. As he stood there, and silence fell in the room, I let my eyes trail up and down his body. He wore black jeans, black high tops and a white top with the words 'DEADVIEW' sprawled across the front.
"Class disruption, hm?"
"I was only listening to music," the boy answered casually, his dark eyes moving across the ground.
"And arriving late," added Mr Bennett. "Alright, come in and take a seat up the back. I'm assuming you've been assigned work, but I'd rather you joined in with my lesson. Perhaps Math will excite you more than Chemistry, Mr Perry."
"We can only hope," he smiled sarcastically, moving past the teacher and sauntering up the first aisle. As he came close to me, I began to pick at the rubber on my pencil. Please don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me.
'Mr Perry' lazily dropped into a desk diagonally behind me. The sound of his chair screeching forward made me grit my teeth as I tried to focus on Mr Bennett once again. I'm not going to miss out on understanding algebra because of this selfish asshole. Straightening myself up, I held my pencil eagerly as I awaited further instruction on how to complete the equation we'd copied down.
It was around 10 minutes before the boy got into trouble. "Mr Perry, you are not in here to slack off," the teacher said sternly, his foot tapping against the ground. "You were sent here to work, and that is what you shall do."
"Wow," the boy replied, slowing clapping. "That's great, really. I just- wow. I've never met a time traveler before, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What else does my future hold?"
I watched as the girl directly on front of me leaned over to her left, exchanging a whisper with a tall, slim boy called Matt. Her jaw dropped in shock, along with various other people's in the room. This guy was skating on thin ice.
Mr Bennett exhaled in frustration. "This is your first warning."
"Oh, scare tactics? That's a bit old, sir."
"Fine. Get out of my classroom," he demanded, lips shrunk and stare heavy as he pointed to the door. From behind, I listened stiffly as the boy asked to remain in class. He claimed that he would behave and, although Mr Bennett was initially hesitant, he allowed him to stay.
After that, class continued without any further disruption. Thankfully, I was able to just listen and take notes for the time that remained. If the boy had fooled about any longer, I would have had to come back at lunch to get more notes. I couldn't risk failing a test. I couldn't risk not getting into college. I couldn't risk becoming a disappointment to my dad.
Hearing the bell sound, I puffed out as I shoved all my things into my bag (that I had strategically covered in band patches). I dropped it on to my desk as I fought to put on my black hoodie, which was being particularly uncooperative that day.
"Misfits, huh?" Said a voice. I looked up from the tangled material to see the boy standing next to my bag, eyes roaming over it. I ignored my hoodie and quickly went about yanking my bag away.
"Yeah," I answered sharply.
"I'm not going to steal it," he chuckled, an amused smile on his face.
"I know, but I can't have anyone seeing my embarrassingly large stash of Twinkies."
The boy chortled again, and his low laugh made something inside me twinge. "I'm Tony," he said finally.
"I'm-"
"Karina? Yeah, I know."
I gulped. How did he know my name? How did this guy, who I was certain I'd never seen before, know my name? I mean, judging from the fact that I overheard someone saying his name during class, and being able to pick up on the unfortunately negative context it was tangled in, I had come to the conclusion that he wasn't new. So, the question remained, how did he know my name?
"I prefer Kat," I replied in the best steady voice I could muster up.
"Well, Kat," he answered, an almost menacing tone in his words, "I'll see you around."
Would we though? We'd never seen each other around before.
"Yeah," I blurted. "See you around."
Notes
soooo, shitty first chapter.. I sort of liked bits though, so I decided to go ahead and publish it. I have some exciting plans for this story, so I hope this is enough to entice people and make them subscribe.. If not, tell me where I fucked up!
Have an awesome day, thanks for reading:)<3
PS.
Badass Tony Perry makes me so damn happy that my heart hurts ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
OMFG <3
7/6/15