Mr. Davis is a What?

Chapter Two- First Day

hear a loud beeping sound on the other end of the room. I sit up and realize that Court's alarm clock is going off. I get out of bed before he does and walks into the bathroom. I shut my eyes and begin to take deep breathes. Today is our first day of actual school. I go out and see the Court is walking downstairs. I follow him and I see people eating breakfast already. I sit down and pick out what I wanted to eat. I got 3 pancakes and a glass of water. Everyone was speaking and I looked beside me and saw Court.

"Hey, did you sleep okay?" He asks.

"Oh, yea. How about you? I ask.

"Me too. Are you excited for the first day?"

"I guess."

We then eat and everyone goes to get ready. Court closes the curtain and I begin to get my uniform on for today. I put on the uniform and then begin to brush my hair.

"Are you done getting dressed?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say and he opens the curtain. He smiles at me with a red protein looking shake in his hand. It looked good but I didn't want to ask him for a sip because that would be very inappropriate. I look down at my hair brush and set it down on my bed. I get up and grab my backpack to pack my things up.

I was walking in the hallway to go to my first period class which was Young Adult Literature class. I was excited for this class because YA were my favorite novels. I walk into the classroom and sit in the front. All the seats were filled except for one at the front; in front of Court's desk. Court walks in immediately after the bell rings. He walks over to the whiteboard and begins to write the course name and his name on the board. I noticed that he isn't exactly perfect. Yesterday, I thought girls would be crushing on him and flirting with him. He has flaws though. He has a scar that goes down his thumb. He was very pale to the point he looked dead. His eyes looked very tired and it looked like he hadn't slept in ages. His hair looked like he belonged in the 1800's and his fashion taste is a little different. His voice was deep but not too deep. In my eyes he was perfect, but other people probably think he is weird and different. He keeps talking about how class will go and then he hands us a packet out.

"These packets are a list of amazing YA books. I expect you read at least 20 of them that is on that list. At the end of the year, I expect you guys to write me a paper talking about these books you read. The directions are carefully explained on the first sheet. I organized this list in genre's because I know many people like certain genre's. Each genre has 50-60 books on there." Court says as he is handing the rest of the packets out. I looked over the list and see romance and metal illness in the packet I skim over the books and smile.

"Okay class, for this week I want us to write a 3 page about ourselves. Meaning you write it about yourself. I want to get to know you all individually as humans. I want you to talk about your mental illnesses, hobbies, and anything else about you. You guys will have this whole week and weekend. It is due Monday but on Monday I will let you work too depending if you guys need more time. Any questions?"

A girl raises her hand, "Do we write it or type it on the computer?" She asks.

I didn't have a computer with me. My parents told me next week they would ship on to me. I am s**t out of luck if he says type it.

"I want it typed up and printed. Staple the pages together of course. I also want it in MLA Format and you can pick whatever font you want as long as it is readable." I curse under my breath as the bell rings to single my next class.

Third class of the day is therapy for all my mental illnesses and problems. I liked therapy and it helps my cope but this is a new person. I knocked on the door and a guys voice says, "Come in." I walk inside and a guy in his 30's is sitting at his desk. He looked like a guy who was a huge dad. He looked Dad material and nerdy if that makes sense. I sit down on the chair that he points to and he walks over. His hair was brown, blue eyes, not thin but not chubby, and pale skin. He had on a sweater that looked like a grandpa would wear it.

"How are you doing today, Harley?" He asks.

"Good." I say shyly.

"Are you okay with Mr. Davis being in the same room?"

"Uh, yeah it is fine."

I keep answering in small sentences as he asks me about things and tells me what will do everyday in therapy. After therapy is done, I had group discussion next. I went to grab my lunch from the cafeteria and then walked to the room. I walked in and Court was standing in the front of the room. I had no idea what this class would be like. I sit down next to a girl with dark black and red hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. She was talking to a tall boy that had bleached white hair, tan skin, and green eyes. The girl looked over at me and she smiled softly. Was I supposed to say hi? I have no idea what to do.

"Hi." I say while my voice cracks.

"uh, hey." She says. We both seemed very shy.

"What's your n-name?" I ask her.

"Alex Rolaine, What is your's?"

"Harley Davenport, I am kind of new here."

"I thought so. This is Weston and he is extremely gay and so am I." She says.

"Nice to meet both of you." Weston smiles and so does Alex.

At group discussion, everyone talked about how they were and s**t. It was kind of boring and I was already getting tired. Alex and I talked a little bit after about how we had the rest of the classes together and even book club. We walked out of the room and we walked to the art room. Mr. Green was supposed to be an amazing art teacher and I was super excited. I also heard every girl wanted to sleep with him. Alex and I sat down at the tables in the back. Mr. Green was setting up the materials as we sat down in a seat. After class, we had to draw or paint or do something the resembled our mental illness. Alex, Weston, and I were now int book club and all I could do was stare at Court. He looked stressed out and tired. He looked hungry and thirsty.

"Okay, guys this is a the start to a very successful year of book club. Lets go around and discuss what our favorite books are and about each other. I will start first, My name is Court Davis but you have to call me Mr. Davis. My favorite book would probably be The is Where it Ends." He says and then everybody else goes around saying s**t. After Alex, it was my turn and I was not excited at all.

"Uh, my name is Harley Davenport, my favorite book is Seven Ways We Lie." I say quickly and sit back down. After everyone shared things about themselves, Mrs. Odre passed out the book we are supposed to read this month. The book was 'Me, Earl, and The Dying Girl.' I was excited to read the book.

On my way back to the house I see Court walking. I walk up to me and he looks at me with wide eyes. He looked even more exhausted and hungry.

"Hi Harley." He says weakly.

"Hey Court, are you excited about this book?" I ask and smile at him.

"Yeah, I picked it out."

"You picked a great book. I have been waiting to read this book since I have had it on my TBR for months."

"Ah, are you a booktuber?"

"Nah, but I would love to be one. YouTube seems great and an easy way to do what I love."

"Yeah." He says and we are infront of the house. He runs inside and goes the stairs. I walk upstairs and whenever I get into my bedroom I see him with his shirt off and drink the red shake again. I take things out of my back pack and then go downstairs for dinner. I sat down and ate my food as everyone talked. I got back upstairs after and Court is grading some papers.

"How was dinner?" He asks.

"Eh, I didn't talk to anyone." I say as I get out my sketch book. I begin to sketch a girl neck down and waist up. I sketch out someone's hand and I make it look like the man's hand his pulling her skin off. I drew the outlines and erased the sketch marks as I got along. I then see from the corner of my eye, Court looking at me.

"That is dark and deep." He says.

"Yeah, it is supposed to be."

"I love it. You are so talented Harley."

"Thank you." For once in a very long time I had actually smiled for real. "What do you keep drinking?" I ask.

"N-Nothing."

"Oo, It has alcohol?"

"Um, yea sure, you could say that."

I laugh and I look into his eyes. I get lost into his eyes that I didn't notice him leaning in. I lean back and he realizes what he was doing. He looks to his right and mutters 'sorry.'

"It is fine." I say and I get up to get ready for bed since it was 9 pm. I grab my clothes and walk to the bathroom to change. Once I go back he is in bed and the curtain is shut. I close our door and get into bed. I begin to read the book for the club but as I feel my eyes getting heavier the books drops on my lap and I pass out.