Last Ones

Chapter 2

Okay, so where were we? Oh, yes, Alain was on his way to school. He liked exercising, but running would take too much time. So he just took his favorite rollers and raced towards the school.

His speed was impressive. He loved how the wind hit his whole body, it was freeing, thrilling feeling that could be compared to flying and god he loved to fly more than anything else in this world.

After 15 minutes of racing, he finally saw the school building. It was pretty good one, impressive even. Well, let's hope the students won't be their usual asses towards him, the kid who enrolled mid-semester.

The thought of possible difficulties that he would face in the school made him roll his eyes in annoyance. It would have been tolerable if it were only the students that he had to guard against, but he knew that some teachers of his could be even worse than those narrow-minded kids.

He was 17 years old and had to study for another year and a half before this ridiculous torture would end. With not so pleasing memories from his former school, Alain entered the school building. Checking the time on the watch he cursed under his breath. he was running late.

After asking for directions from school guard he went directly to the director's office.

When he reached the staircase he realized that he was still in rollers. Sighing annoyingly, he took out weirdly shaped plates from his backpack, unlocked a mechanism on his rollers and took the wheels out replacing them with the plates and securing the locking mechanism back. His rollers were no different from stylish Snickers after this simple procedure, heh.

After a minute or two he finally found the director's office. He knocked on the door and waited for the permission to enter. Soon enough a rough male voice told him to come in.

He carefully opened the door and entered the room. Behind the desk was sitting a middle-aged man in the formal attire. He looked pretty impressive. His bearings were practically yelling ‘superior’. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Alain's appearance, but that was it. There was no curiosity, no contempt, no disgust, realizing this Alain sighed in relief.

"You are 5 minutes late." The older man reprimanded Alain.

Alain didn't even try to explain himself as he straightforwardly apologized. The man seemed to be pleased with his reaction.

"You should be Alain Wilson Pride, the son of Joshua and Alexander Wilsons?"

"En," Alain nodded.

"Follow me." He said after taking some paper from the desk. "Here," he gave the paper to Alain, "this is your schedule from now on. Try to not create too much trouble." He said with his overly serious tone making Alain smile. He liked this director of his. He felt that they will actually get along.

"I never create trouble myself but I'm not the type who is easily pushed over either so I'm afraid I will be seeing you quite often." He said as he bitterly smiled. Director looked at this new student of his with a raised eyebrow. That meant that he would cause trouble whether he wanted it or not.

They soon reached the door of the classroom, director opened the door and the teacher looked over and was momentarily stunned to see him there. After all their director was a prestigious person and was known in both teachers’ and students’ circle as a strict demon of the school. The whole classroom stood up hastily and it was so silent all of a sudden that one would easily hear the pin drop.

"This is your new student," the Director quickly stated as he waved to Alain and nudged him to go forward. The attention of the class turned onto him instantly. This made him smile a bit nervously. He didn't like being the center of the attention at all.

"Good morning." He politely greeted, "I'm Alain Wilson Pride. Nice to meet you."

The teacher just nodded in acknowledgment, not paying too much attention to him. Director added: "I'm leaving him in your care." And left as loftily as he arrived. The whole class breathed out as if they had escaped calamity.

Alain looked at their odd behavior and couldn’t help but feel puzzled. The director did look a bit strict but he was still a rather pleasant person. Why act so exaggeratedly? The teacher finally paid him some attention. After looking him up and down he asked :

"What is your name again?"

"Alain, Alain Wilson Pride"

"Another troublemaker..." teacher mumbled in a low voice but Alain still heard him. He didn't comment but he did raise an eyebrow at teacher's assessment.

"Go sit beside Jeremy Wild." He told Alain and pointed to the empty seat at the rear part of the classroom, just beside the window and a student who apparently was Jeremy Wild. One glance, and he knew that his neighbor was the sportsman and quite a buffy one at that. Alain sat down at the desk the teacher pointed at and the class began. It was a math lesson.

His teacher was looking over at him from time to time, his gaze apparently displeased. "Great another narrow-minded i***t," Alain mumbled and heard a snicker beside him.

He looked over at the source of the sound to find Jeremy looking at him with curious dark brown eyes and a smirk on his face. Alain just raised an eyebrow at him and redirected his attention back to the blackboard.

The lesson was boring as hell, but Alain still made sure to pay attention, well or at least he kept the appearances of paying attention.

Finally, after nearly an hour of fighting with the unbearable desire to fall asleep, the bell rung. He wanted to get up and go outside, but he was swarmed with his classmates in a mere moment.

Then came something he did not like at all. He was bombarded with countless questions from where he was from and if his vision was black and white and all the way down to his sexuality.

Girls were touching his hair and face and damn, he hated then someone touched him without permission. His mouth was already twitching a bit when he felt someone grab his hand and pull him over.