~Braiden~
Introduce yourself
Braiden Blake Twain
I'm eighteen but who gives a shit?
I'm almost invisible to everyone anyways...
So that leaves me here in bed, sitting up downing the last bit of vodka that was left before pulling on my top, heading out my room, making sure in had a pack cigarettes and lighter intact.
Going downstairs I met my mother in the kitchen. A refreshing sight to see since she's never really home..
"Hello mother"
"Braiden why drinking so early?"
"Oh I just knocked my bottle over this morning. My entire room smells like this" I lied sliding over planting a kiss on her cheek swiping two prices of bacon from her plate, smiling as I did.
"Suuure. Just don't let the school call me again hun"
"I make no promises" I called behind me shutting the door , then casually strolling down the street waiting for the bus with my earphones in.
Wayside Community College,
WCC, home of the Sharks.
My definition hell, where your perfect grades don't do crap get you noticed.
I still had my earphones in playing Broken by Lund and I couldn't be more content.
I had Human Biology, first thing in the morning is to be bored to hell, seeing horny teenagers swooning over the teacher, who I'm sure has fucked three quarters of the female population that attends the class.
Nevertheless I'm here to learn aren't I?
Sure I am.
"We have a new student with us transferring from the land of crocs and spiders. Her name is Miranda Khoury, welcome her to the class people" Mr. Fuckboy grinned but the class's answer was the sparsest of any then her eyes met mine realizing that I was of many few who uttered a word.
"Any introduction Miss Khoury?" He licked his lips then clasped his hands staring right at her chest.
You see I'm just being real. He needs to be reported. Period.
"I'd rather not sir" her expression was dead flat as she held her book over her chest blocking his view. Taking his chin and turned his face towards the class.
I was genuinely amused.
"Find a seat Miranda" he gritted clearly pissed that he got rejected.
Want to know where the empty seat was?
On my far left but that didn't stop the glances I was getting from her.
And I'm not even gonna inquire about it...
••••
"That's bell. Now get out of my class and do my assignments" he mused smiling way too widely when Jody stayed behind in the classroom.
And all the things I've seen with involving that girl I'm surprised she isn't a mother of four yet.
As of like clockwork Evan popped in front of me with a desperate plea on his face.
"Please tell me you didn't forget" he held my shoulders rocking me softly.
"Not this time. Have fun destroying your lungs" I smiled wholeheartedly handing him the pack of lung killers and the lighter.
"You're a life saver Braid" he grinned ear to ear pulling one out and concealed it in his palm.
"That's just sick irony but glad to help" I have him a fist bump before we went separate ways.
Evan is the type of guy that'll have a wife and kids with a thriving business in the future, but would still do a little lawbreaking in his spear time.
"Jesus Fuck!" I yelled with wide eyes slamming my locker.
No Warning!?
Who the fuck waits behind a locker door to jumpscare a person?
Miranda Khoury.
"I know who you are"
"What?" I looked at her with the most flat face I could muster sounding like a robot.
"I know your hiding something too"
"What am I hiding exactly?'
"It's written all over your face. The way you bite your nails, your lost in thought most of the time and your ever so twitchy. Some call it weird. But I genuinely know your problem"
I froze and got the worse case of anxiety.
Act cool...
"Miranda is it. You're way too observant and that's a problem. You don't know me and you can't know me just by staring at me for thirty five minutes. You should stop being a creep leave me alone" I cracked a smile and walked around her, seven steps in and I started to nibble on my thumb mail like crazy.
This is just the start of it.
It has only four steps.
Anxiety
Isolation
I avoided every inch of human contact by sneaking into the costume room, thankfully Travis and Emma weren't in her fucking again. I drew an sigh and sat on one of two chests in the room.
How much can you really tell by looking at me?
Panic
My heart started to race for some reason, my throat went dry and my eyes blurred and burnt. I slid my sleeve up and looked at my arm then a tear fell right on my healed wound
I'm being such a emotional pussy right now.
My sob turned into a scoff then a soft chuckle.
This girl spoke to me once. One time. And her words hit to me so much. She can't tell by just looking at me. I mean, I'm a walking piece of fogged glass.
I'm not that transparent.
Finally Recovery