Bright green trousers seemed fitting for the bright and lovely day I was about to step into. The sun was shining brightly through my curtains, cheering my normally anti-morning mind. The smell of fresh tea being brewed drifted up from the kitchen and coaxed me downstairs. I popped my head into the kitchen to see my mum hard at work on breakfast. I grabbed a cup of tea and sucked it down, followed by a slice of toast with an egg on it, kissing my mum goodbye. I grabbed my knapsack and ran towards the bus stop as I ate my breakfast.
"Oi mate! Got some grub on your lip," Chris said laughing at my apparently messy face as I approached the stop.
"Ugh not again," I muttered rubbing my face with my hand until it felt like the gooey yolk was gone from my face.
"Did you do the chemistry homework?" he asked as the bus pulled up.
"Shit! Not again!" I yelled, earning a disgusted look from the driver as I made my way onto the bus and towards the back to sit down.
"Every time we have homework you forget," he laughed sitting next to me on the long, leathery bus seat.
"I know, but I've been busy," I muttered looking out the window watching the bus starting to roll away.
"What? Thinking about Stacy?" he teased, nudging the side of my ribs. I looked over at him and shook my head, grinning.
Stacy was...Stacy. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Lean, dark haired, fair skinned, and all around gorgeous. What I would do to date her, but that would never happen because of where I was on the social pyramid.
"You know I'm not looking and that will never happen," I laughed looking around to make sure no one was overhearing our conversation. Everyone was listening to tunes or sleeping. Good.
"You never know what could happen! Anything could happen! Just look at me and Kelly!"
He had a point. His long time girlfriend Kelly was quite the catch considering we weren't the loveliest of guys. I continued to ponder on the thought of dating Stacy as the bus zoomed from stop to stop before it finally pulled into our high school's parking lot. The familiar worn out bricks came into view and the school settings started to fill my mind. Loads of groups of friends laughing and swearing, smells of plastic cafeteria food, dull colours, and teachers prowling the halls for trouble makers. We got off the bus, bags slung over one shoulder, as we weaved our way through the clusters of kids that hated our guts. We found our way to our usual table in the library and sat down across from Kelly and Stacy, who also happened to be her best friend.
Stacy looked at me and smiled shyly waving at me. I waved back before opening my bag to get out the chemistry homework I didn't do. I stared hard at the worksheet for about two minutes before I deciphered what I was supposed to balance. Oxygen and Hydrogen and Phosphorus just couldn't get it together could they? I scribbled my answers down and carefully slipped my homework back in my bag. Stacy was talking to Kelly as Chris nudged her neck with his nose as he cuddled her closer. I was never a fan of watching them and their PDA moments at school. I looked around the library and saw others I knew studying and chatting before class started. I glanced around once more and saw a shorted kid sitting in one of the back tables alone. He was fiddling with his mobile with anger written across his face. The funny thing was I had no idea who he was. His outfit was a bit...strange. He had red coloured trousers which was pretty rad, but he wore suspenders and a half unbuttoned dress shirt revealing some of his chest. I raised and eyebrow at him and cocked my head to the side to get a look at his face. I was leaning farther and farther to the side to get a look, but the bell stopped my chances of seeing his face as he zoomed off towards class. I grabbed my bag and walked over to Stacy. We had first period band together and always walked to class together.
"How are you? You seem...distant," she said in her sugary voice.
"Hmm, I just spotted a new student or what seemed to be a new student and I was trying to get a look at him," I said still thinking about who that kid could be.
"I haven't heard of any new students. I see you didn't do your homework again," she giggled touchy my arm briefly.
"Do I ever?" I looked into her hazel eyes and grinned, grinned at the fact that when I looked deep into her eyes I saw the true meaning of beauty.
We were just standing there quietly outside of the band hall staring at each other. I cupped her face with my hand feeling her muscles flex into a smile. This was it. This was my time. This was....shit. She began to back away slowly as the first bell rang. I was losing her attention and school was grasping it. In panic I grabbed her hand and pulled her back into a kiss. She didn't kiss me back, but she didn't pull away. Flustered I moved away and looked at her shocked expression and felt my stomach drop.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, dropping her hand and opening the door seeing a few bandmates staring at me in shock.
I went to the drummers practice room and pulled out my drum sticks. The sound proof room allowed me to curse at myself without being heard by anyone. I was shortly joined by the other drummers in the drum line and we began practicing our beats. I just sat there and focused as hard as I could on the consistent beats and tried to push Stacy away from my mind. My mind was wondering, however, and I began to mess up forcing our instructor to scream at me.
Ashamed, I prayed for the first time that band would end and chemistry would began. Eventually, the hour period passed and I bolted for the door without turning back. I darted through the halls running into Chris outside the lab.
"What's the hurry? Is there a fight?" ge asked looking around from any signs of a crowd building.
"No I just had the worst period of band in my life," I gasped, clutching the stick in my side.
"Did you get in a fight?"
"Bloody hell no. I....I kissed Stacy and she didn't seem to like it."
"I don't even know how to react. How do you know she didn't like it?"
"We better go sit down..." I began to say as I entered the class.
"Dom what happened exactly?" he asked following me to our lab table.
"We were poking at each other all love-y and then I grabbed her hand and kissed her and she looked shocked and I fucked up all through band thinking about how I fucked our relationship."
My mind kept flashing through the scene over and over. I just wanted it the stop. I buried my hands in my face and moaned a little too loudly. I felt Chris' hand pat my back to try to comfort me.
I rubbed my eyes for a moment before focusing in on the rest of the class. From our lab table in the back, we could see the other groups of threes that sat ahead of us gossiping and comparing answers before class started. With a ring of the final bell, Mr. Belladonna waltzed in the room and made his way up to the front of the class.
"Okay guys, pass up your homework so I can collect it and grade it," he cheered with a clap of his hands.
I watched him go to each lab table and collect the homework, finally making his way to ours. He tok up our sheets and eyed me suspiciously knowing I more than likely did this right before class. He knew me too well.
"New lesson today! Open your books to page 394 and lets start looking at isotopes and how they fit into - oh and you are?"
I looked up to see why Mr. Belladonna stopped lecturing mid sentence. I followed his eyes to see him looking at a boy standing by the door. It in fact was the kid who I saw in the library. He looked around nervously before he walked over to Mr. Belladonna and handed him a slip of paper. Mr. Belladonna focused in on the paper and read it carefully before he spoke.
"Class, pardon the interruption, but we have a new student named Matthew Bellamy," Mr. Belladonna said gesturing towards Matthew. He was so small and frail compared to Mr. Belladonna it was...scary.
"Um..Matt, but yeah," Matt muttered, scratching his neck, appearing to be nervous at all the eyes on him.
"Well Matt why don't you have a seat next to Dominic. Dom can you stand up? He will help you catch up to where we are. He is an A student."
Fuck. What?! I...we could not have another student at our table. I told Mr. Belladonna specifically not to ever put anyone with us. I reluctantly stood up under his word and stared Matt down as he walked his way over. He pulled up a stool and grabbed a book, leafing through the pages until he got to the same page we were on. All through class I sneaked glances at him noticing he didn't want to talk or didn't seem to even be paying attention. When it was time for our lab, he didn't even seem to know what a beaker was. It got to the point where I was beginning to get really annoyed by him and Chris saw it. I never partnered with anyone, especially new people who transfer in from fucking Narnia.
When class finally ended, I grabbed my bag and hurriedly shoved all my supplies in it. Chris was already off to find Kelly and, since I wasn't going to face Stacy anytime soon, I figured I should try to talk to Matt since he was going to be our new lab partner.
"Um, hi, erm, Matt," I said, catching up with him in the halls.
"Hey Dominic," he mumbled, fidgeting with his bag.
"So what classes do you have next?"
"Choir, English, mathematics, and I forgot the others. I was disappointed the band has no room for a guitarist or a piano player."
"Yeah. I'm not terribly good though."
"Ah come off it! I bet you do pretty good. I'm the head of the drum line here. Have been for two years straight."
"That's actually fantastic. Maybe we could play sometime."
"That'd be great. Hey my class is this way, but I'll see you around sometime?"
I waved at him before leaving towards the math wing. Surprisingly all the anger I felt of him becoming our partner was gone. had a weird feeling about me, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was more of a good gut feeling like something good was going to happen. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful...