Dancing Delinquents

Chapter 3

"This is why I always urge you to set an alarm," Manow huffed as she struggled to drag her son's luggages to the check point. Angel was barely visible with the insane amount of items he was trying to juggle, all at once.

How cryptic that he would be stressed on the day he was flying out of the continent. Europe wasn't one of the places Angel dreamt to explore and that's saying something, because he dreamt a lot. A hidden passion of his was the prospect of exploring the planet. He would usually dream to go to places as big as Los Angeles, to places as rowdy as New York, even places as small as Canterbury. His first target continent had been Asia. Europe was never on his mind though, and Belgium had always been far from it. He new nothing about Belgium, except for the country's name obvious.

He pushed back his minds anonymous judgement and went back to focusing on the task at hand.

After a lot of hustle and bustle, mostly done by Manow, Angel was finally handed a flight ticket.

"Do you think you have everything?" Manow asked looking at her son who was sat beside her.

"Mom, I'm going to a school for delinquents. I don't need to have everything."

"What do you mean?" Manow asked in utter confusion. Which was funny because after seventeen years, you'd think she knew Angel well enough.

"I can always borrow whatever I don't have Mom," Noah replied so innocently Manow almost believed him, she would've if she wasn't the one who pushed his nine pounds ass out of her womb. Looks like she knows her son well enough after all.

"By borrow you mean steal don't you?" Manow sighed not even bothering to wait on Angel's answer. Angel on the other hand, went ahead to shrug nonchalantly in response.

He knew it would never come to that. Stealing from kids like him is on a whole new level of embarrassing. He didn't mind swiping from thrift stores here and there, but that was it. His actions were all in the game of fueling his reputation.

Maybe his dad had heard of him.

Would he be proud, Angel wanted to ask, but shrugged the thought out of his mind.

"Don't forget to call me when you get there Angel. Stay out of harms way, and please don't let violence be the answer," Manow lectured, violently shaking his shoulders towards the end of her speech.

"Whatever mom," Angel replied with an eye roll but Manow wasn't having any of it.

"I'm serious Angel! I don't know what I'd do if you get expelled again." Manow's voice was a haunting whisper towards the end, it made Angel's skin crawl.

"You could always become a truck driver though, you damn well swear like one anyway," Manow added, as a consolation of some sort to herself. Angel scowled but held his tongue. His Mom could be a f*****g hypocrite sometimes.

The intercom announced that the plane would be leaving in ten minutes, so Angel got up to join the cue of people walking into the plane.

Manow stopped him before he could get much further, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you my little Suppasit," she whispered. Angel's heart constricted at the sound of her sniffles. His hear was beginning to feel damp, and it had everything to do with the woman hovering over him. He felt hellish for being the cause of her pain.

Just this once, he'll let himself say it. He'd probably be seeing her next, in three to four months from now so it wouldn't hurt, he wouldn't be called a p***y for being expressive just this once. He won't be termed as weak.

"I love you too Mom," he returned and Manow looked like her own personal supply of manner was raining over her head. The emotional smile on her face, was totally worth Angel becoming a pansy, even for a little over a minute.

Angel felt the strings of his heart tug painfully as he watched his mom wave at him till he disappeared into the plane.

He could easily spot her mass of thick straight ebony coloured hair in the crowd. Lucky for him, he had been given a window seat so the plane ride was deemed to not be that terrible, the fact that he had no one sitting beside him was a bonus. Angel disliked making small talk, and with strangers at that.

He plugged in his earphones and let his playlists take him to a diverse universe, another existence. Drowned in a world of purity and nothingness, Angel let himself fall into a shallow slumber.

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At airport, he was received by two staff of Crownswill Delinquent Academy. Sitting in the back of their customized car, he had to admit, he was way more nervous than he was letting on.

The car pulled up to a stop in front of an impossibly high metal gate, surrounded by similar impossibly high fences. It looked like a cage from the view outside. However upon entering the school, his expectations were met even far past the margin.

It looked nothing like what he had imagined. Infact, it looked like a school for the privileged. He realized, he never actually asked his mom how much she was paying to send him here.

The inside of the school looked like it was fit for royals, Angel felt filthy walking through it's halls.

Pushing his feelings aside, he set out to find the main office, where he could collect his schedule and assigned room's key.

The lady at the desk, with the huge 'secretary' on it, was a woman in between stern and nonchalant. She had her short blonde hair in a bun, and her face was void of makeup, excluding the chapstick on her lips (probably to save them from the damages the chill of fall will cause).

Despite her stern appearance, the nonchalance, came with the air that surrounded her.

"What can I help you with son," she chirped despite looking less than thirty, not that there was anything wrong with getting married at that age. In all honesty, Angel just didn't see her as the type to mother a child, she looked well.....nonchalant.

"I'm here for my schedule please," he replied trying to be as polite as his delinquent mind could allow. He didn't even know why he was bordering, whatever reputation he attempted building will be destroyed within a week or less.

"Oh, you must be the new student then. You know, not many people transfer to a filthy rich delinquent school on the east of Belgium everyday, it's nice to have new faces once in awhile."

Great, now Angel would have to deal with all the unwanted attention that came with being new. It was in moments like this, that he strived to curse Mr Bradford into oblivion. Why he had to get Angel expelled in practically, the middle of the school year, is beyond him. He was(almost) about up and done with the first semester of his final year in highschool, and now, he had to do it in a another continent. From what he'd seen, Canada was different from Belgium by a milestone, and it made him homesick. Something Angel would never admit to anyone.

He collected the documents from the lady's outstretched hand, and bid her farewell. She waved at him, gushing about how nice it was to meet him, and how sweet he was. Oh the cringe of that statement, Angel almost cried a fat 'ha' in her face.

He studied the fragile white paper in his hands, as he walked through the empty hallway. The other students were probably in the middle of a class or something, Angel told himself.

He figured he wasn't obliged to attend classes today, and so instead of identifying his locker, he set out in search of his dorm room. His luggages had already been shipped off to the room during his conversation with Miss you're-so-nice. How they were able to achieve that, in a span of five minutes, was beyond him. Why they didn't just show him his dorm while they dropped his luggages off, he couldn't fathom.

When he reached the hall where the dorms were located, he wasn't surprised to find that it was as sophisticated as the rest of the school. Something about the school's easy beauty unnerved him. After all, they said, beauty is a disguise to what lays hidden underneath.

He scanned every nook and cranny of the hallways as he walked through them. His eyes caught sight of the c***k in the walls which were desperately hidden by new paint. There was a trail of blood in his path, connecting him to the bend of the next hall he was about to enter, and it looked fresh.

Angel schooled his expression into a hard one, he didn't know what to expect, but he knew not to judge the school by its preppy exterior. Under all it's riches and good standards, Angel could feel the weight of pretence. He had to be tough, he couldn't let himself be tricked into showing shock or surprise at something unexpected.

His mom had told him that he would only have a few classmates. Few boys, and even fewer girls, because you know, nobody wanted the burden that came with being a delinquent. She had also informed him that he would be sharing a room with one person. He just hoped whoever it was, didn't turn out to be a d**k. That would suck because Angel had patience with no one.

He trailed his fingers past a really deep dent in the wall, it sent shivers down his spine. This one hadn't been covered up with paint seeing as it was in a secluded part of the hall. Suddenly, the desolate halls didn't seem so safe anymore.

When Angel got to room twenty-three which was surprisingly at the end of the block, he almost breathed out a sigh, very much in relief. It surprised him how nerve-racking walking through those empty halls had been. Judging from the fact that this room lead to a dead end, he'd say that room twenty-three was the last room in the boys dormitory. The knowledge that it ended in an odd number irked him, one of the many things that constituted his personality.

He twisted the bronze handle of the dark blue metal door, it's sides designed intricately in golden spirals, and pushed it open.

Despite Angel, promising himself not to give away anything with his expression which he had morphed into an extremely impressed and well practiced poker face, he still couldn't control the loud gasp, that left his mouth at the sight in front of him.

What a horrible, horrible start to his first day.

What do y'all think Angel saw?

Thanks for reading.

Love Zi