Let's start from the beginning, my name is Lucas Hamilton. I am 17 years old and the offspring of none other than Partic Hamilton and Amila Hamilton. My old man happens to be the chairman of Hamilton Co., a rather significant player in the food industry. But here's the kicker, I'm their one and only child.
I am a tall guy, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, and weighing around 168 pounds. I have black hair that's a bit long and often messy. People say I have blue eyes that sometimes reflect how I'm feeling.
I believe in taking care of myself, hitting the gym, and looking out for my little brother. I've got a strong jawline, but I'm not all about looks. I like to think I've got a good sense of humor and try not to take life too seriously.
I've got a loving family, even if my parents can be a bit serious sometimes. My grandma means the world to me, and I worry about her when she's not feeling well. And when it comes to important topics, l like to hear different opinions before I make a judgment.
I guess you could say I'm just a regular guy with a sense of curiosity and a dash of adventure in my heart.
But here's the twist – my dreams. They're peculiar, to say the least. Picture this: sometimes I'm standing face to-face with someone, and other times I'm lost in a sea of white. Their meaning? Beats me. Even if I did figure them out, what's a guy to do? Dreams are just dreams, right?
My car finally arrives at the school, and I step out of the car and walk straight to my classroom because when I look at my watch, I see that I am 10 minutes late.
When I reach my classroom, I can see that everyone is there, and Prof. Raymond is already taking roll call of all the students there.
Now, let's blame it on that old coot. If only he hadn't buried himself in that newspaper, I wouldn't have asked what was so gripping. Then, we wouldn't have plunged headfirst into that labyrinth of political chatter.
I tried to swiftly sneak into the classroom, but the professor saw me, and not just the professor; fucking whole class saw me.
And here we go again, "Oh, it's Mr. Hamilton, and I thought it was a hitman coming to take out a student."
"One day I will shoot you in the face, I swear," I thought, but what can I do? I just listened to his lecture about time management. He didn't even give me a proper chance to give him an excuse.
After a whole seven minutes of lecture, the professor finally waved me to my seat. I obliged and managed a polite, "Thanks, professor."
But old Raymond, couldn't resist a jab, "You know, Mr. Hamilton, you're one of the sharpest students, but you make a habit of being fashionably late to my classes. Is my teaching really that atrocious?"
"What can I say, professor? About your teaching, you are the best after Mrs. Schwartz."
When I said that, the whole class started to laugh. I joined in, but I could see that Prof. Raymond's face turned red.
He wasn't about to let me off the hook, though, "If you're such a fan of Mrs. Schwartz, why don't you camp out in her class? What's the point of gracing me with your presence?"
"Sorry, professor, I can't. She is on vacation right now. I'm stuck with you," I replied with an innocent smile on my face.
The professor couldn't take it anymore and decided to ignore the whole conversation. "Let's get this class started."
When he said that, I could see the whole classroom looking at me like I was an animal in the zoo.
I said, "What got everyone staring?"
Everyone looked away from me except for two people, Peter and Ned.
I gave them a friendly nod "Hey there."
With a grin, Ned chimed in, "You know, Lucas, that was a good one. How much do you charge for a lesson?"
I shot him a look that said, "Are you serious?" and replied, "Ned, my friend, you can't put a price on this natural talent. It's priceless."
Ned's playful banter got the whole table chuckling. He leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief, and jabbed a finger in my direction, saying, "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Perfect. You're full of talent. Why don't you grace us with something from your talent? Our lord and savior."
I decided to play along with his theatrics, raising an eyebrow with mock seriousness. "Well then, kneel before me, you mere mortals, and receive your blessing."
We all burst into laughter, the lighthearted moment lifting our spirits.
Laughter erupted again, but before we could get too carried away, the professor silenced us with a thunderous "SILENCE!"
As the last bell for morning classes rang, signaling the arrival of lunchtime, a wave of students flooded the hallways toward the cafeteria. Our trio of friends, consisting of Peter, Ned, and myself, seamlessly merged into a group of five. Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn joined our lunchtime escapade.
I couldn't help but notice Jessica Jones, a classmate who had harbored a secret crush on Peter for as long as I could remember, casting subtle glances in his direction. It was like an unspoken, unrequited love story playing out right before our eyes. Yet, I knew from experience that Peter's heart was firmly set on Gwen. There wasn't much I could do but silently observe the ongoing drama.
"I don't like the prison food here," Ned grumbled, his face twisted in playful distaste.
Gwen, always quick with a witty comeback, leaned in and asked, "Have you ever been to prison, Ned? You speak like such an experienced person."
Ned's laughter echoed through the cafeteria as he vigorously shook his head. "No! It's just that the food is so bland, I couldn't eat it. Feels like throwing."
Our table erupted in laughter, the perfect way to break the morning's academic tension. Amid the chuckles and camaraderie, Peter turned to Gwen, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"Gwen, are you trying to get an internship at Oscorp?" he inquired.
Gwen's eyes widened with surprise. "Yes, how did you know? I've been thinking about it. When I go to college, I plan to apply for an internship at Oscorp."
Peter grinned, his face lighting up. "No way! I was thinking the same thing. That's why I asked."
I leaned back in my chair, my interest piqued by their discussion. "Why don't you ask us anything, Peter?" I quipped with a raised eyebrow, drawing everyone's attention.
Peter's cheeks turned a shade of red as he stammered, "I asked Gwen first. I mean, after that, I was planning to ask you guys too."
Ned chimed in with his usual humor, "I didn't see an ounce of truth in that, Peter."
I could see Gwen's discomfort, but instead of dwelling on it, I decided to change the subject. "So, Harry, what can we expect on this Oscorp trip?"
Harry, who had been mostly silent during our conversation, finally spoke up. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I usually don't get involved in my father's business."
I couldn't help but tease him. "Oh, stingy as always, I see."
The cafeteria chatter continued until the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. We gathered our things and made our way to our respective classrooms, where a series of mundane and monotonous classes awaited us. The school day seemed to drag on, filled with lectures and assignments that failed to ignite any sparks of excitement.
Finally, the last bell of the day rang, freeing us from the confines of the classroom. I joined the sea of students making their way to the exit, the day's lessons already fading into a haze of forgettable facts and figures.
I reached my car, ready to leave school behind and return home. As I settled into the driver's seat, I couldn't help but sigh. It had been an uneventful day, one of those where time seemed to stretch endlessly, and nothing of note had transpired. Little did I know that beneath the surface of the ordinary lay the extraordinary, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.