Chronos Shift

Start of Something

 The brassy bells of the school rings, signalling the end of classes. The quiet hallways turning into a bustling street of students. Hushed murmurs entering the confines of the classroom. Chairs in disarray as my classmates’ awaiting stare deep into my mouth.

 Arronn and Demi sits at their wooden chair, Arronn looking deeply into each and everyone as if surveying the room with hands clenched to each other. Demi still fixated on her book, occasionally gazing at me.

 Charlotte standing as she brushes her violet hair. Lucia chewing a piece of gum with an audible grinding of her teeth. Blake standing as well, his big mouth laughing from a joke I didn’t hear, or maybe it’s in his head.

 Tara and Hollie gossiping about in one side seated on the floor, playfully slapping each other as they giggled. Mike seated at the floor, in front of all the chairs.

 Alex and I stands in front of the class, as president and vice president of the class. I gaze upon the towering figure of the man beside me, and his ever-wide sheepish grin beams the whole class. Everyone with their own shtick had to pause and assess the manic grin on Alex’s face.

 “You okay there baby?” Arronn said in a melodic tone.

How sweet these two are

“Oh, yes, yes,” Alex didn’t notice he is smiling the whole time, “so have you all picked a sport to play on?”

 Those seated at the chairs announces they will play for chess, those standing volleyball, and Mike apparently changing his mind to basketball.

 “Seriously, how many sports do you play?” I glance at Mike with a perplexed expression.

 “Well with a body like this,” he flexes his goddamn biceps, “I can do about everything.”

 Time slows around me as Mike’s biceps, every muscle and sinew displaying its chiseled nature. I gulped and saw Mike planting a kiss on the same flexed spot. Goddamnit, just eat me now!

 “HEEYY!!” Blake waves his hand around.

 “Oh shit.” I coughed.

 Mike stifles a chuckle as Alex apparently has told them about a training spot I know.

 “So for a whole month I was asleep, my body didn’t take the intense training I went through.” I announced.

 “What for?” Lucia’s inquisitive expression makes me sweat.

Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that

I stare unto Mike for help. Luckily, he reads my expression.

 “Not training, just let him in on what I do, and he wants to have one of these as well.” He gestures his chiseled body.

 I roll my eyes and laugh along with the class, but I coughed to continue what I am supposed to say.

 “We have this gym at our house, and I have asked my mom for permission–

~~During the Asking of Permission~~

 “Hey mom, we’re going to use the gym, okay bye!”

 “Yeah sure, but the consequences–”

 “Okay, bye!”

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 “She said yes! So come on, let’s go!” I sling my bag on to my shoulder that was on the teacher’s table.

 All the class grab their bags and went out into the busy hallway. We were all in one line, I look behind me and saw that we are lined according to height. Blake in the front, Mike behind all of us. I snort at the thought but we just proceed into the parking lot. Mike announced awhile ago that we are going to ride on his jeep. A skeptical look on my face that he just shrugged away with his shoulders.

 We reach the parking lot and a sunflower yellow jeep that is twice the size of Mike breaks off from the canvas of monochrome cars in the other spaces. I look at my classmates and all of them had their jaws unscrewed and eyes widened. Mike flashes a lopsided grin and produces car keys. He presses the glowing red button.

Woosh!

 Car doors opening at every side of the jeep, revealing the lit up interior of leather chairs.

 “Get in.” Mike commands.

 Everyone dashes to the car, shoes grinding against the pavement floor. Crunching orange and red leaves that littered the parking lot. Mike stands beside, thrusting his feet on to the pockets of his hoodie and raises the hood. The dark confines of the hood glows green, he rests his hand on my shoulder.

 “Perversio.” He whispers.

 I felt the cool leather seat with the firm head rest brushing off my hair. In front of me is the closed glove compartment. I glance beside me to see Mike checking the visor and grips the steering wheel. 

 “Are you all ready?” Mike said in an unknown deep voice.

 The quiet interior of the car erupted into a riotous of girlish and manly screams, Blake overpowering both. Mike and I laugh as everyone is gasping for air, clutching their chests.

 “Jesus Christ! How did you two get here!” Tara slaps us repeatedly and we try to block her attacks. But our laughter is just too paralyzing.

 Mike thrust the keys into the ignition as Tara goes back to her seat and pouts. He turns the keys and the jeep’s engine springs to life, a sonorous roar that sends shivers down my body.

 “Let’s go!” Mike shouts as he floors the gas pedal.  

 I look at Mike but his eyes aren’t turning green, this is going to be a smooth ride…

 I hope

 Mike plays some tunes about calling someone tonight. The class sings fervently with Blake overpowering them again. Mike and I keep glancing at the side mirror from the events of the past. I feel myself go cold, and not just because of the AC. Mike reaches my shaking, white fist. Massaging it and gives me a reassuring smile.

 The lights turn red and I caught a glimpse of a same car from before behind us. I feel my heart jump into my throat, a lump forming that I can’t swallow. My whole body goes cold and I began to shake. I stare into the side mirror, never leaving my eyes off and never blinking.

 Shit!

 The window rolls down and I feel an energy pulse at my fingertips, blue electric lines forming from my elbows to my hand. And, a dog’s flailing tongue against the autumn winds appears. The electricity in my hands subsides, and I let out a breath I’ve been holding in. The lights turn green and we head to our destination.

 Mike expertly parks the car in our garage, and we all go inside my house. Murmurs of how big the house, and how rich I am emits from our classmates as they examine the modern roofs and walls of whites and blacks. We reach the two sweeping staircase of the house. Strolling through the middle, we reach a metal vault door and everyone’s faces just fell to the ground.

 I went in front of the crowd and knocked on the door three times.

 “Gymnasium” I whispered.

 Gears whirs and clunks to each other, chains rattling from the insides as amused expressions beams off our classmates’ faces. The sounds of mechanisms stops and the vault door slowly opens. Mike steps in and helps me trudge open the vault door. White smoke seeps onto the floor and chilling air hits out faces. A red velvet staircase going down appears before us. My classmates’ glace along the elegant staircase with ooh’s and ahh’s. We descend through a glass doorway and Alex and everyone’s mouths just drop to the floor.

 “Welcome, to our gymnasium.” Mike and I said in unison, smiles beaming off our faces.

 This is going to be fun