Punch, punch, head smash, pause, headache, punch, headache, head smash, pause... head smash.
Nothing. To do. Here. This place was so boring a matress could fall from the sky and it wouldn't even look awesome. But smashing lockers is fun. He likes doing that. Lockers are fun.
Smash, Punch, oh, wait... headache, headache, headache... Potter?
"Aye there." Parker ends as he backs from his steel victim. The therapy sessions teh poor guy will go after this. He feels sorry... just a bit... And he's good now, "How long you been th're?" He places his hand in his forehead. It is beginning to ache like he just head-smashed a locker... oh wait.
"Err..."
Craaap, should I tell the truth, should I lie, should I dodge the question? Wait, how can you even dodge such a question? And how long have I been following Parker for anyway? I remember him wrecking his head onto the lockers and stuff, but should I say that I saw that? "...well, I didn't really
follow you here, I was just wondering around the school tryna avoid someone and I saw you... erm... punching the lockers or something. You ok, by the way?"
"This locker knew it would come to this... It was its fault." And as if to confirm what Parker said, the exhausted preson of steel bid his farewells to this world as it let go of the padlock -and its rectangular surroundings- as it hit the floor with a loud
clang or at least some metallic sound.
"Huh," Parker stares at it with a bit of amusement, but then again, that's what happens when you hit lockers steadily for, what, minutes, hourse, days, milennia? Setting his thoughts back in place, he proceeds, "If anyone asks," he turns around and stares at Alex, arms crossed, half smirk, "It was Chadwick."
"Huh..." Alex muttered, his eyes slowly sliding sideways.
Well... Parker is interesting, but not really... what I expected... well, what did I expect? ...I need to stop questioning myself on everything. "I'll be err, sure to Parker... why
were you punching lockers, anyway? I don't see anyone else doing that around here."
"Dunno. Seemed fun at first... " He sighs, no it wasn't fun, it was stupid, "Now it seems kinda stupid." See. Told you so.
"Ah, right, well..."
OH MY GOD ALEX STOP MAKING THIS SO GOD DAMN AWKWARD "Erm... don't you have any friends to hang out with?"
...wait. I did not just ask that. I did NOT just ask that. SHIIII
"What's it to ya, punk?" He spit in an increasing rage, "Don't
you have something better to do?"
SHI SHI SHI SHI SHI SHI I'M DEAD I'M DEAD I'M SO FREAKING DEAD "W-well... I
did only move from England only just recently... and err... hm... well, I do wish I had something better to do then err... talk about you having friends, but..."
WOW ALEX, JUST FREAKING WOW you're a goner see yah goodbye gg nice knowing ya bud
"Ah yes, Queensland, cups of tea, Harry Potter, Prince Harry, garble friggin' garble," Apparently making himself laugh was enough to quell his rage, somewhat, "For what it's worth it, no, no friendos. And you? Anyone hooked up by your pessimistic point of view on rain?"
OK, it looks like Parker is willing to give me a chance... better not eff his up, Alex... "Haha... well, it looks like we have something in common Mr Locker-head, I'm not really tied up with friends or such here either, and the same goes to when I was back in a high school in Englan--"
"They have High-Shools in England?!" he scoffs between jeers trying to make a decent joke for once. Oh, wait, it failed.
Headache
"Err... yeah?"
"Wel... you were saying?" Awkward, with capital Q... wait.
"Erm... anyway, so yeah, basically, straight to the point, I'm kinda similiar to you, Parker. I didn't have anyone who I could confidently call 'friend' in high school. And... and I guess that's why I'm here. With you."
Are you hitting on him or something, Alex? At least it was not offending I guess. sigh.
"Yes... Here... With me... so?"
"So..."
Actually, why am I here, being awkward to a guy I've never met before in my life, in a country I don't give two craps about, and trying to do something I know I can't? My family's rich enough so that I can just cruise through life by myself and just live peacefully and quietly. But noooo, my parents had the most amazingly super-fantastic brilliant idea of sending me to this stupid program. Why did I even agree to that? Yeah, just like he said, I'm here with him, SO? "Err..."
I should just leave tomorrow. That's right, I'm calling dad tonight, booking a flight outta here, then returning to my normal life of just lying around doing nothing, 'cause at least that's better than where I am right now. Yeah. Jess can stay here if she wants, but I'm going. Tomorrow.
"I guess you're right, Parker. This whole convertation was just one awkward moment after another after another. We don't need this. Cutting the long story short, thank you for that. I realised that I don't need this. I'm going to take a flight tomorrow back to where I lived, and we won't have to see each other's face anymore. No more awkward situations. As fun as this has been, Parker, I guess this will be farewell. Au revoir, hasta la vista..." And after the last word was spoken, Alex swiftly turned around, and walked away from Parker.
...now that was badass. If a little cruelly said. Ah well. Goodbye Canada... I won't really miss you and your twisted peoples.
"Huh... I was actually enjoying this. What. Ever." Parker picked up the ramains of what was once a glorious locker, and lamely place it inside its previous metallic owner. And with that he bid his farewells and condolensces as he left. Back into the social jungle that is High-School.
A joint post by [supporter]Scyke[/supporter] and EliteBeats