(Picture of Kevin Argentina and Angel Krauss on the side.)
Monday: August 26, 2013
Clyde Malroy P.O.V.
After finally leaving trigonometry with Viola, who had the same class as I did, we head towards our next period on our schedule. Ensemble orchestra was our next destination. I’m not one to show excitement to anyone (or at all) but deep down, I’m jumping on the roof of my head. Ensemble is my favorite thing in the world and being a bass player, I really get to enjoy the sensation of playing louder than anyone else in the orchestra. A sense of self pride if you will.
“Hey, Clyde, are you ready to rock the school this year in ensemble?”
I gave her a light smile and nodded my head to her question.
Viola stopped abruptly and yanked my arm.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Answer my question with words or I’m not letting go!”
Typical, she’s just like Rig. They seem to always be irritated by the lack of vocal responses I give to people. I could have lost an arm with her yanking me like that. It’s like she has the strength of a thousand gorillas.
God, now I’m sounding like Rig… Complaining and all…
“Yes, I’m ready.” I groaned.
She gave a consented nod and let my arm free. At that moment, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out to find a text.
“Who’s it from?”
Viola leaned over to see my screen.
Kevin: {We’re in school right now going to our 3rd period class ;) }
Well it wasn’t like the response was late or anything… Then another text came through.
Angel: {Hey buddy I’m right behind you!}
I checked behind me to see if Angel was there. Turns out he really wasn’t and sent me another text.
Angel: {Lol made you look didn’t I?}
Now I was getting annoyed.
“Aw, that’s so mean of him!” Viola said with her head popping in from behind me.
I just shrugged at that.
“That’s like them. Anyways, we should head over to-“
I was cut off by another text sent to my phone.
Rowan: {Hey, sorry I didn’t reply to your text sooner. Phone was off. So yeah I’m at the school and all if you’re wondering.}
Now I’m pissed.
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We went inside the music room and on the soapbox we have our music instructor, Mrs. Heather, the same instructor from last year welcoming us with warm smiles.
Mrs. Heather is a short woman, about 5’5 in height, with brunette hair that’s constantly in a ponytail, olive skin, and looks to be a college student; despite being in her early 30’s. Overall, she’s a nice lady
We found a seat in this marble white room by the piano where the cello sections are.
“It looks like we have Mrs. Heather again this year.” Viola pointed out.
We sat here, watching as more people started showing up while we went on about the summer. Entering through the doorway, I see a kid who looked vaguely familiar. Do I recognize him from last year? The kid had short brown messy hair with really light green eyes and stood about 5’6 which is around my height. I think I’ve seen him around the time we first met Rowan last year.
I turned to Viola and asked if she might know who he was.
“Yeah, I think that’s Alex Theodore, the guy who hung out with Rowan before he started hanging with us last September.”
“Oh, now I remember. Rowan ditched him to be with us.”
“Alex seems like a nice guy, I don’t know why Rowan abandoned him like that.”
“What did he do? Did he just kick him to the curb or something?”
“No, I think he just started avoiding him for whatever reason.”
Well, that didn’t really seem like Rowan to just go and do that. But, then again, I always thought about doing the same thing to Rig. Throw him off somewhere and find new people to hang with. Hey, no one said that I was a nice person.
All of a sudden I heard a loud gasp coming from Viola with a worrisome expression.
“Uh, please tell me they’re not in this class!”
I looked to where she was looking and shared her discomfort.
Finding a tall tan senior with spice brown hair waved back with black charcoal eyes is not something our little Dews groupie find at peace with. It has nothing to do with how he looks but more to do with who he is.
Calvino Mandela, the guy who runs his group of gangs. And by his side looks like Ashley Love, a blonde, tramp just sticking to him like a big hideous tumor.
Calvino doesn’t pose a big threat to us, but his refusal to control his “friends” from harming us is what give off bad vibes from him. He doesn’t care for many things; in fact, he doesn’t care for anything at all. He doesn’t hate you, but he also doesn’t like you. As far as I know he doesn’t even care for his own friends.
You might think because he doesn’t care for much that he and his friends would just leave us alone right? Wrong. Thanks to Rig’s stupid incompetence when it comes to interacting with strangers, he did something that offended Calvino and now his friends won’t stop bothering us. Calvino won’t tell them to quit it because what they do doesn’t get him into trouble and Rig is a stubborn tool who won’t just apologize to him.
So this whole war between the Looney Dews and, who Rig calls them, the Asswipes started since the beginning of last year and still continues to this day. Luckily, one of them got expelled for pulling a knife at us last year. Dakota Jayce, who has been the biggest thorn in our rear ends.
Calvino noticed us and just rolled his eyes under his eyelids. Ashley just cooed at my direction waving her fingers like we’re dating before turning to Calvino to find a place to sit.
I felt violated whilst Viola just let out a grunt of disgust.
“What a slut.” Viola mumbled under her breath.
Ashley stopped dead cold on her feet and turned around with an obvious fake smile on her face trying to appear all nice and innocent. She looks like the Joker’s daughter at this point.
“I’m sorry, but was there something you wanted to say to me, bitch?”
Viola looked around and pointed at herself acting as if she didn’t know if Ashley was talking to her or not. Which she obviously knew.
“Who me? I didn’t say anything.”
Ashley began closing in on us, still with the fake, sassy smile.
“Oh, I heard what you said, cunt, and if you want to say it to my face,” she leaned in on Viola, “I’m right here.”
Calvino just stood there looking at our direction with an annoyed look. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with this mess. If Rig makes a joke about how he and I are similar, I’m filling out our friendship divorce papers.
Viola crossed her legs and sat up forming a fake grin as well.
“You know, I don’t think ear sex is healthy for your ear drums. You seem to becoming deaf from having Calvino and Dakota sticking it in those large floppy elephant flaps.”
Calvino didn’t look too happy from hearing that. He’s even scrunching up his nose like he always does when someone ticks him off. Like the time Rig started this fight.
Ashley lifted her arms up like she’s about to snap her fingers and had a surprised look on her face.
“Bitch, you don’t even know!”
“Know what, that you’re a blue waffled whore? I think the whole school knows that, honey!” Viola retorted.
Everyone around us gasped loudly. We must have brought the attention to ourselves. With them, we always seem to.
“Girls, please behave yourselves, today isn’t the time for rude comments. Now please, let’s all have a seat so that we can get started.”
That was Mrs. Heather; she’s a really tranquil person and hardly ever gets angry. I don’t even think she knows how to yell.
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After that little “incident” between Ashley and Viola, we each told Mrs. Heather the instruments we played. Viola plays the viola, ironically. Calvino the cello and I play the bass and unfortunately, Ashley does as well. What sucks is we're the only two bass players here. Alex is a violinist from the first section.
Speaking of Alex, he eyes us from the distance with a big smile on his face and waves at us and starts walking towards our direction. He must want to know where Rowan has been or something. Or he might cause more drama than we unnecessarily need. Either way, Viola’s doing the talking.
“Hey, you guys! You must be Rowan friends too, right?”
Viola gives him an affirmative answer and I just nod my head. I was right; he wants to know about Rowan.
“How’s Rowan doing? I haven’t spoken to him in a really long time.”
Viola bit her lips probably debating to herself whether it’s her place to tell him or not. I’m not too worried about this really. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Alex is a really nice guy and all, but he should really just bug out of here.
“Well,” Viola starts, “He’s been doing okay. How long has it been since you’ve talked to him?”
“Since last January… Do you guys know if he’s willing to want to speak to me again? I really do miss him.”
Hmm, interesting…
Viola gave Alex an expression that says I’m not sure, but an over exaggerated one at that.
“Sorry, you’re just going to have to ask him yourself…”
“Oh, I get it… he hates me doesn’t he?”
“No! No, no, no, he doesn’t hate you! Maybe he feels a bit intimidated. Look, I’ve known Rowan for quite a while and I know that he’s a lover, not a hater.”
Alex shrugs his shoulders.
“I’ll talk to him and see if he wants to hang out and catch up.”
With that, Alex walks back to his seat across the room looking a bit down. Ashley and Calvino must of eavesdropped into our conversation because you could hear Ashley chuckling like a drunk hyena. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Alex has a thing for Rowan.
“So, what do you think?” Viola asks me.
“About what?”
“Alex and Rowan going out?”
“I think it’ll be like one of those awkward moments in romance films that you don’t wanna see because it’s that bad embarrassing.”
“What! You don’t think they make a cute couple?”
“Well, I’m not saying that.”
“I think that if Rowan actually gives Alex a chance, they might be happy together and make the cutest lovers.”
“Why don’t you take something out from underneath Rigby’s bed and call that cute?”
Viola lightly nudges me.
“Stop being so mean, Clyde!”
“I’m not, I’m being truthful. Rig’s room is gross. You know my biggest fear about going in there is that his carpet will just rise up and bury me under where he keeps all his unwashed boxers.”
Viola laughs at that remark.
“Why do you think I never go in there?”
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A few moments afterwards, I meet up with the rest of the gangs to our usual lunch table and to my surprise finding the two seniors, Kevin and Angel, joining us. Since they were seniors, they only stayed for half the day and then they’re off someplace else.
“Hey, kiddies, mind if we hang out a bit with you guys?” Kevin asks.
Rigby launches up and mockingly gets all up in Kevin's face as if he was taller than him. Which he isn’t.
“What, bro, so you’s thinks that you’s some sorta wise guy you can tease us like that?”
Kevin shakes his head in disbelief.
“Sit down, shortcakes.”
Kevin and Angel takes a seat at our table as Angel begins talking.
“You guys really grown over the summer.”
“Yeah,” Kevin begins, “What’s up with that? And why haven’t you four hung out with us during the break?”
“Hang with these.” Rigby holds his crotch.
“Nice…” I said sarcastically.
“Ew, Rigby, don’t ever touch anything with that hand again!” Viola exclaimed.
“Yeah, Rigby,” Angel starts, “or you’ll spread Rigititis around the school.”
Rigby gives it some thoughts.
“Hmm, not a bad outbreak.”
“What would be the symptoms of Rigititis?” Rowan asks.
“Let’s see;” I begin answering. “Well, the symptoms of Rigititis would be shared to that of Rig’s personality. So, that said, you’re looking at loss of common sense, bad gas, and even bland humor.”
Rigby starts to pout. Pout you little bitch.
“And those symptoms aren’t even the long term effects. Worst case scenario; you’d start looking like him.”
“Well then, Clyde, I guess my disease is already taking effect on you.”
Angel grunts as he looks over to our other end.
“Hate to break your little love fest but it seems that the Asswipes decided to make themselves cozy by us.”
“What!?” Viola exclaimed.
We all turn our heads to be greeted with the glares of four Neanderthals eyeing us from a few feet away.
“They’re all seniors, why are they still doing here?”
“Maybe the same reasons why Angel and I stayed: To bug the crap out of you guys.”
“No I don’t think that’s their reasons.” Rigby said. “They’re just sitting there talking to each other.”
Just then, Dakota quickly glances at our direction and calls out to us.
“Hey! Keep your eyes to yourselves fags!”
Then, Kevin shoots up.
“Oh, he wants to start the name calling, huh?”
“Kevin, take it easy. He isn’t worth it.”
“You’re right, Angel, this punk ass ain’t even worth shit.”
Dakota launches up and goes after Kevin.
“You wanna say something, bitch!?”
“Come on, closet man, bring it!”
“Dakota, ENOUGH!”
All of a sudden the whole area went silence and little peeps of whispers were heard amongst the crowd of people that were watching. Calvino got up behind Dakota and grasped at his shoulder.
“We’re going.”
“What the fuck, Cal, so we’re just going to leave and let-“
“I said we’re going! Now!”
They stare down at each other in silence before Calvino walks out of the scene and Dakota starts muttering to himself.
“Fucking bullshit…”
Dakota then turns to us.
“This isn’t fucking over, you got that Looney Fags?”
Kevin flips him off while he trails of. Behind them follows Nathan and Ashley who blew kisses at our direction before leaving.
We were left to stand around in silence as the crowd stares deeply at us. Awkwardness overflew the aura around us.
“Um…” Rowan mesmerized by the whole situation.
“Kevin and I will be going now. Sorry about the mess.”
“Take care.”
“Wait,” Rigby shouts at them, “you’re not gonna stay for just a few minutes?”
“Hell no, It’s too awkward for us here.”
Great… What a perfect day to start the year…
Finally finished the first chapter!!! I hope you guys liked it! I'll plan to update the story every-so-often or whenever I get the chance.