Eukara Vox
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Backpack slung over one shoulder, Clyde slowly walked down the steps and got off of the bus. In the back of his mind, he thought about his classmate in science and the poem he wrote. Man, that turned out great. Shame it was inspired by such awful circumstances. Just thinking about the brunette made his blood boil.
Resigning himself to another day of torture, Clyde began the short hike from the bus to the double glass doors that swallowed helpless students as they walked through. He saw the girl from science class ascend the dirty concrete steps, carefully keeping clear of the mob by staying close to the blue metallic railing. Her long black hair was down, hanging way past her waist. Clyde was suddenly afraid that her petite frame would be lost in the mass of students rushing up the steps.
“…” Clyde began to call out to her, but realized that he still didn’t know her name. Stupid! Weren’t you supposed to do that yesterday? he chided himself, picking up the pace to intercept her before she made it inside.
A blur of movement cut Clyde off from his intended goal. The letter jackets stood in front of him, joking around and tossing a basketball to each other. As they made their way towards the glass doors, the basketball began to travel more erratically, nearly hitting a few unfortunate students who were in the way.
The tallest of the three begged for the ball as he took the steps two at a time. Despite his height, the ball was tossed too high for him. In his effort to catch the ball, the jock jumped into Clyde’s classmate, pinning her painfully against the railing.
“Hey Jake! I think we have ourselves a victim of foul play,” one of the jackets laughed.
The second guy tried to hide a snide look that flashed across his face. “Yeah, Jake. You hit her so hard that you pushed her off the ground and against the top rail.”
Jake looked over his shoulder at the girl he had pinned against the railing. “Well, lookie here. There is someone behind me.”
Jake rocked backwards slightly, causing the girl to grimace as she was crushed beneath his weight. Using her body, Jake pushed off and forward, righting himself and smoothly turned around. In one sweeping motion, he caught Clyde’s classmate before she fell.
Clyde could see the tears welling up in her eyes, showing just how much pain she was in. He watched the jock handle her, suddenly wary of the situation. Something seems off. I don’t like this. Methodically, Jake brushed off her shoulders, his hands traveling dangerously close to the girl’s chest. One of the other guys winked at Jake and smiled.
“I am very sorry for that. My friend seemed to have forgotten how tall I am. I mean, I am tall. You know, it makes being the number one center in the district that much easier.” Jakes hands seemed to be tracing the seams of the girl’s bra and she began to shake. “Perhaps…tall is something you appreciate?”
Snickering, Jake’s friends high-fived each other and leered at the girl. Jake leaned forward, his hands dropping down her back. “Perhaps next you decide to make my girlfriend look bad in class,” he whispered into her ear, “you will think twice about your actions.”
Jakes hand dropped to her butt and he grabbed it roughly and laughed out loud. “Lookie here boys, seems like the little mouse enjoys a bit of action!”
Clyde watched his classmate whimpered and squirmed, trying desperately to get herself free. But Clyde knew Jake well. He wasn’t just a great basketball player; he was also one of the strongest guys in school. There was no way she was going to get free and he could see defeat written all over her face. Looking around at the rest of the student, Clyde saw that most of them raced by, as if trying to pretend that nothing was happening. Others stopped and watched, but did nothing to help her. Why would they? It would just be inviting harassment into their lives.
Fed up with the scene, Clyde strode forward, his eyes trained on Jake. As he approached the small group, Clyde sidestepped enough to ram his shoulder into the basketball player. The impact caused Jake to stumble slightly and he turned his head, searching for the person responsible.
As his eyes searched, the girl slipped away, rushing into the building. Satisfied, Clyde hurried in after her, hoping to catch up to his classmate. Once inside, he couldn’t find her, though he searched diligently. Walking through the atrium, he looked for her amidst the sea of multicolored heads. Instead, his sweeping gaze met Jake’s eyes. They paused briefly and Clyde was aware that Jake knew.
The first bell rang, sending Clyde to his locker to retrieve his books for math. As he deftly slid into his desk in the back of the classroom, the second bell rang. Immediately his teacher began the lecture on this morning’s topic, polynomials. Clyde groaned inwardly. I hate this class and if I could, would find a way to get out of it. Ten minutes into the lecture, he could feel his eyelids getting heavier and decided to open up his notebook to a fresh sheet of paper. He watched, interested, as his hand began to fill in the open space.
Ahh, that is much better. Slowly, his doodling began to take on a more organized appearance. Thoughts of the morning intruded on his peace, frustrating Clyde immensely. Coloring his mood, the morning’s event also made their way onto the page in front of him. At first it was merely the humiliation of his classmate until he realized that he had drawn the basketball smashing into Jake’s face. Clyde forced himself to look at the picture blank-faced. If Ms. Blanke sees me smile in the least, I’m busted. His satisfaction regarding the first sketch led him to continue.
The next unfolding moments revealed a basketball court; a boy stood in the middle amidst fans. He scowled, realizing that it was Jake standing there. I seriously hate this guy. Yet, even though he is a jerk, people still clamour for his attention. He drew the guys and girls, an x placed across their faces where their eyes should be, closely standing around the basketball star. Each new frame in his artistic story found Jake’s adoring fans pushed farther and farther back from their idol. Eventually, no one stood on the court except Jake, who was declaring his awesomeness.
“As entertaining as that is,” a guy’s voice whispered, “you may want to make sure Ms. Blanke doesn’t see it as she makes her rounds.”
Clyde’s head shot up, looking around the room for his teacher.
“The board, Clyde! Hurry up,” hissed the guy under his breath and then coughed to cover up his assistance.
Trying not to be obvious, yet hurrying his actions, Clyde turned to the page written up on the board. Just as Ms. Blanke stepped beside his desk, Clyde began to write the first practice problem. She stood there for a few moments as Clyde willed her to move on. Eventually, the teacher moved on to the next student and Clyde exhaled quietly. Ignoring his need to draw, Clyde finished the classwork, working until the bell rang.
Glancing sideways, Clyde nodded towards the guy that sat next to him. “Thanks for the heads up.”
“No problem. Though, from the look on your face, you must hate that guy in the middle.” He walked off, leaving Clyde with his thoughts.
Gathering his things and shaking his head, Clyde left the room berating himself. The more I think of him, the more he annoys me. All that will do is make him something more to me in the end. That is the last thing I need right now. Deciding there were more things to think about, he set his mind on his next class – English.
The rest of the day continued quietly as each class flew by. Clyde watched the clock, not because he was eager to go home, but because deep down inside, he needed to know if his classmate was alright. As the time neared for the bell to sound, taking him to science, the principal came on over the intercom.
“Just a reminder, students: Today, we are having a pep rally to send off our basketball team to their first playoff game. Attendance by all students is required in the gymnasium.”
Sinking back into his seat, Clyde inwardly groaned. Just great. I now have to go to a Jake worshipping service before going home today. The bell rang and Clyde slowly pulled his books off of the desk and made his way towards to door. Clyde's almost slothful pace caused several students to slam into him as they scrambled to get out of the classroom and into the gym. Stopping at his locker, Clyde shoved his books and homework into his backpack and made his way into the gym. Immediately, he took a seat as close to the door and away from Jake as possible.
Scanning the seats, he finally found her, hunched down as if trying to make herself small and insignificant. A few people looked her way and laughed, turning her cheeks a slight pink in response. The basketball team ran out onto the court and the student body went nuts. Clyde watched them do their warm-up routine, finally stopping at center court and standing at attention. The principal announced the coach, who in turn announced each team member, ending with Jake. Jake ran out and bowed to the crowd, eliciting cheers from everyone and moans from Clyde.
Clyde’s eyes narrowed as he watched Jake soak up the adoration. His smug looked made Clyde ill. Clyde smiled slightly as he remembered his drawing from this morning. A basketball in the face would be nice. Suddenly, his classmate got up, tears in her eyes, and left the building. Clyde pulled his backpack on his back and rushed out after her. As he left, one of Jake’s classmates passed him the ball for a lay-up. A collective gasp followed Clyde out of the gym.
< Message edited by Eukara -- 8/26/2008 15:09:38 >
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