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Adam Parrish hated Aglionby, it was because most of the students that went there were spoiled rich kids of politicians or VIP (very important people), he didn't belong in those kinds of environments.
He lived with his father at an old trailer park, the double-wide was almost Adam's size and barely had enough space for them both. They moved out of their old house when they experienced debt issues after his mother died, Adam never, ever questioned it, since his father wasn't much talkative about it either.
He knew when to get on his father's "good side" and when to run.
Robert Parrish had drinking problems and when Adam got too "sassy" -as his father would refer- he would get a nice whoop out the house and get beaten up and call sick for school the next day.
As much as Adam hated Aglionby, calling sick wasn't an option he'd rather take, since that school was the only passage open to his future and only ticket -the fuck- out of the double-wide.
But that was not it. There was another reason why he hated that school. It had the name of Ronan Fucking Viper Lynch.
Adam and Ronan had met the second day of the first week, Adam called "sick" the first day. When he was walking through the hallway, he noticed a group of students walking towards him.
Adam took a moment to analyze them.
The one in the front, the king, had short golden hair that went all the way from his forehead to the bottom of his neck. He wore big-ass glasses and had his uniform perfectly polished and clean. Adam deduced that he was the nerd or at least the one who was intrested in supernatural stuff and would never shut up about his discoveries.
The one he was talking to, had quite the ghost looking scent to him. He had short blonde almost white hair and his skin was as pale as a white rose, delicate but deadly. His looks screamed go away, I'm dead, I'm a ghost, and Adam was surprised that no one was fainting or running at his sight.
The third one... Adam couldn't help but keep staring at him.
The third one had eyes like a snake, ready to munch on anything or anyone that came in his path of terror and death. Adam noticed he had a tattoo peeking out of the side of his neck but couldn't quite figure out the size. He looked like the bad guy of the group, with his shaved head and feral look.
Adam cleared the path for them, then a different guy bumped into him and made him fall, spreading his books all over the floor.
"Watch where you're going asshat!" shouted the person behind him.
"S-Sorry" Adam was still recovering from the fall with flashes of his father hitting him on the stomach the night before, that triggered the pain in his abdomen as he tried to get his books up again. He couldn't help the stuttering "I d-didn't-"
"Let me guess, you're Parrish" the guy on top of him laughed "the poor kid of the class that gets abused by his own family, how sad!" Adam's heart stopped.
Did he knew about... no way.
Adam looked around, his heart recovered, no one was around to hear what he said, thankfully. The group of students he saw earlier were long gone the hallway in front of them.
The guy kept laughing "I have eyes everywhere Parrish, and don't think your secret is safe with me" Adam took a moment to look up and look at his factions.
He had hair like the first guy he saw in the group but black, skin like the second, and a furious and feral look like the third one "Don't get in my way bitch" he said.
He kicked Adam in the stomach before storming away laughing, kicking his books in the process. Adam had to pick them up again.
He felt another feral look in his scalp and turned to see someone looking intensely at him from the other hallway behind him. It was the one and only "third" staring back at him, watching as Adam picked up his books in pain.
"What" Adam said "You're gonna laugh at me too?" And third just stared at him while he picked up his books off the floor.
His stare was hurting him behind his head like a biting viper and couldn't help but look at him some more.
The silence was unbearable, third's stare was silent, while it liberated a million screams of help inside Adam's head. Or maybe it was the fact that third maybe enjoyed looking at Adam being picked on, and the screams of help became screams of pain when he got up. His stomach hurted like hell thanks to "jerk guy" and his contribution to Adam's pain that his father gave him.
Adam just watched as third did nothing to help him and just walked away silently through the hall fidgeting with his leather bands.
The bell immediately rang and Adam rushed to his first class running past third and other students.
Latin was a class that Adam felt like it was a waste, but enjoyed it anyway. His profesor Whelk wasn't very interested in the subject either, the way he took notes and talked to the students reminded Adam of a sloth, which was hilarious and a little offensive at the same time.
Adam couldn't stop thinking about jerk guy and how he knew about the abuse that he was going through. His blood was boiling when he caught the sight of someone going inside the classroom with a bruise on his face. It was third.
"Ronan Lynch" said Whelk looking at Ronan fiercely "Quid enim tuum est modo excusat?"
So third's name is Ronan, noted.
"Nullum negotium tuum" Ronan said, Whelk just frowned and kept writing notes. Adam saw Ronan flipping the bird at the teacher while he took a seat...
...behind him.
Now Adam was completely defenseless against Ronan's snake eyes, he felt him constantly looking at him behind his back not giving a shit about the speech the profesor was giving. He was smiling. Adam couldn't concentrate.
When the day ended, Adam got his bike to go all the way to the double-wide, to his father, to his father's fists.
After his encounter with Ronan, Adam couldn't think about anything else, something about his eyes sent a shivering feeling through his spine. Like if he was going to be eaten alive.
Then, in the parking lot, he tripped over someone walking beside him. With the memory of "jerk guy" in his head, Adam inmediately got up and ran.
"Sorry!" He grabbed his bike and stormed out of there.
Adam didn't see who that person was, nor did he sleep that night.
His last thoughts were of Ronan, his viper-like eyes, stormy blue that didn't leave Adam's mind.
Adam growled and flipped again and again in his bed.
Fucking fuck Aglionby and fuck Ronan fucking viper Lynch.