Last Ones

7

The man stared at Alain wide-eyed. He blanked out hearing the unknown angel like boy's words. Not quite registering the seriousness of his statement. Alain simply stood up and left, leaving his cello in the empty corner of the room.

He headed to the med cabinet. He needed to take his meds to stabilize his shaken up self somehow. They helped him somewhat, but the feeling of emptiness that Alain felt did not disappear in the slightest and made him shiver in cold, even if the temperature in the building was pretty warm.

The strong urge to visit his family's grave overwhelmed him all of a sudden, and those terror striking images started popping up in his mind one after another yet again. Alain could not stop the tears that were practically ripping his soul to pieces.

It was right at that moment that the speakers installed in every hall of the school spoke up:

“Alain Wilson Pride, please go to the director's cabinet.” Alain felt rather puzzled as he couldn't think of a reason he was told to go to the director's for. Then the image of that bitchy teacher popped up and he cursed under his breath.

He spent about 5 minutes to surpass all the emotions that were threatening to tear him into countless pieces and put the indifferent mask onto his face.

When he entered the office his little speculation was confirmed the bitchy teacher was snickering at him. He was surprised to see the unfamiliar face sitting in the director's seat and frowned.

He looked at the man rather confused not quite understanding the situation. For some reason he felt rather familiar, he frowned at the smell of s*x lingering in the room and looked at the snickering woman. He realized that this new director of theirs was not going to be fair, so he just stood there and waited to hear what they wanted from him.

The man was sitting expressionless. Alain mentally gave him thumbs up for keeping a perfect poker face. After a few minutes of pointless silence which was not able to make Alain nervous at all the man finally decided to speak up.

“Do you know why are you here?”

“No sir I don't.” Alain answered with a rather carefree smile.

“You disrespected your teacher.” The man said in a scolding tone. This voice was really familiar. Alain finally remembered the man, he was the one who managed to calm him down when he had the panic attack. True he also was the one who made that very panic attack escalate to the new heights by touching him with the intention to comfort him, but he at least tried.

“How come? I don't remember anything like that.”

“You skipped her lesson and did not even greet her when she saw you.”

“Oh, I don't have the habit of greeting people who regard me as a manwhore.” Alain replied in a very calm tone.

“You!”

He ignored teacher's remark. "She should have had a reason to call you as such, no smoke appears if there is not a fire."

“True indeed, I did not know that being born as an albino with somewhat androgynous looks makes me a manwhore though. Oh neither the lingering smell of s*x in this room does.” Alain answered with ridicule.

The man looked at him in shock as he grumbled something under his breath. He looked over at the teacher and frowned deeply, "You did not insult her in anyway, did you?" He asked Alain with a sigh ignoring his earlier remark.

Deciding to leave the poor man some face he let it go. “I did I think, at least in her eyes. I refused to cut my hair short, dye it, put makeup on my skin to make it normal and wear contact lenses to hide my eye color.”

“Bullshit ! I asked you to stop wearing makeup to make yourself as pale as a ghost, cut your hair and redye it to your natural color, as well as stop wearing those contact lenses!”

Alain looked at the woman speechless. I was born this way okay? He yelled in his mind.

The director put his hand on his temples and massaged them, “Mandy, you asked the albino who is born with those very red eyes, white hair and pale skin to change his appearance because of your perks?!”

“Hmpth, what born in that way, there's no way someone will be born as such a freak!”

“Miss, you do have a phone on you at this moment, don't you?” Alain asked.

“I do so what?”

“Then open the web and Google the word albino. It is spelled A L B I N O”

Mandy just hmpthed and ignored him.

“Do as he tells,” new director gritted out. She glared at him “But..”

“Just do it!” The man raised his voice slightly. Mandy reluctantly did as she was told and in a mere moments her eyes widened till they resembled saucers, her face paled down a notch.

“You are still a manwhore!” She screeched and ran out of the room. Leaving both Alain and director speechless for quite a good while.

“I'm not going to attend her lessons.” Alain said as matter of factly.

The director sighed in defeat, ”I'll arrange a different teacher who will give you monthly tests to get a grade”

“Thank you, now if you excuse me.” He was about to leave when the director stopped him.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

Alain was rather surprised and after a brief silence answered, “much better, thank you for the concern and help”

Director just shook his head.

“That old man, is he okay?” Alain asked rather hesitantly.

“Old man? Uh! My uncle? He is better than the best.”

“Uncle?”

“Yes, he was helping me out by replacing me here for a little while”

“Good to hear he is well,” Alain said with a smile and left after giving his farewells.