"Jaxon. Jaxon wake the fuck up." My brother shook me aggressively until I managed to let out a tired grunt. I swat his hand away and bury myself more into my pillows. This just pisses him off more. Next thing I know, I'm being dragged out of bed.
"Hudson! Stop it! I'm getting up, damn." He lets go and smirks before walking out of my room. I rub my eyes and look around. The sun is spilling in from outside, hitting my back wall and reflecting off the multiple framed pictures I had. Most of them were of favorite musical artists, My Chemical Romance, All-American Rejects but others were of friends.
Macy, Grace - also my ex girlfriend, who is now dating my brother (long story) - Mehki, Eden, my brother and Flint. Flint.
I shook my head, trying to clear it. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a random band tee, then topped it off with my leather jacket. After collecting my things and shoving my homework in my backpack, I finally made my way downstairs. Hudson was sat and the kitchen island and my mom was making coffee.
Dad's probably at work, I thought. Thank god, honestly.
I practically devoured the toast Hudson handed me and drank down my cup of orange juice faster than necessary. We were already going to be late since I decided to stay up until four in the morning, but you win some you lose some.
The drive to school was uneventful. Hudson demanded he play the music since mine was "too emo". We ended up listening to Lovejoy, his current obsession. Trying to find a parking spot was hell, but we managed to score one close enough to the building. After that, we parted ways. Hudson's first period was some European History class that he had with Mehki and Eden. Mine was English, which I hate. But Grace and Flint were both in that class, so it was at least tolerable. Grace was already there when I walked in and she gave me a little wave.
Things were weird for a while after we broke up, especially when she started to date Hudson, but I moved past it after SEVERAL summer flings.
I sat my bag down on the desk and took the seat right next to her. She had a book in her hands as usual - Twilight, I think - but had her eyes on my shirt.
"Twenty One Pilots? Really?" My eyes darted down. Fuck. I didn't even realize I'd chosen it.
"Fuuuuuuck." I groaned, head falling against the table. I quickly zipped up my jacket before anyone saw, but the heat in my cheeks told me my face was bright red from embarrassment. Grace just laughed and went back to her book.
Eventually class was full. Well, except for the seat to the other side of me. Flint usually sat there but he didn't seem to be here. I shot off a quick text asking him where he was.
Jaxon: Yo, Flint? You sick?
I waited for a while, but no response came. He probably overslept.
Class was coming to an end now. We read several boring ass poems that had me cringing so bad my spine hurt. It was as we we were finishing up the last one that Flint walked in. His eyes were puffy and he was still in his pajamas. He handed our teacher a tardy pass and he sat down with a thud.
"Hey man," I said with a smile. Grace waved a smiled as well, but he didn't smile back. He looked sad. Really, really sad.
"Is something wrong?" Grace asked and I watched as tears formed in his eyes and his nose and cheeks got red. He swallowed a lump in his throat and sighed.
"Yeah um," he choked out, "Luca. He died in a car wreck last night."