Cold, Ronin crossed his arms trying to control the shivers running through his body. Percy stood beside him, his eyes scanning the school entrance, while the sound of students' laughter filled the air around them. Percy's eyes glued on the parking lot. A knot in his stomach formed as he grew more and more worried.
Ronin leaned against the wall, keeping his distance as the halls slowly emptied and the classrooms filled. Are you coming? Ronin asked b-because I'm not gonna wait for you," he made himself say, staring at Percy, who replied with a bleak "Yeah, just a couple more minutes."
Taken aback by the unusual tone in Percy's voice, Ronin stepped forward and asked, "What are you even looking for?" Percy's gaze drifted across the parking lot. "It's Wren," he said softly.
Oh, your girlfriend," Ronin said mockingly; Percy cut him off, his voice still heavy with sorrow as he struggled to explain. Curious, Ronin watched as Percy's attempt to speak was interrupted by a voice echoing through the hallway, "Hey boys, class is starting. Hurry over here!"
"Yes, Mr. Larsen," Percy replied with forced cheerfulness as his voice echoed through the halls. Shut up! Ronin hushed him I was going to skip class, pouting he shoved his hand in his pockets. Percy turning around hesitantly, Ronin trails beside him, noticing the shadow of sadness and fear on Percy's face.
Lunch came shortly as Ronin followed Percy with distance suddenly drawn off by a student as he flirted with a girl in the hall he stopped and leaned on her locker confidence flying through his body, he looked her up and down a lustful temptation tore him, as she blushed
Suddenly, Ronin jerks back as his shirt chokes him; back off, a boy says, swearing at Ronin; he holds his hands up defensively before quickly flipping him off and running.
following Percy down the hall to the lunch room; the line i
Was short.
They joined it, and the smell of pizza filled the air.
As Ronin approached the long table of choices a grin made its way on his face as he stacked his plate, reaching the edge of the table, the woman asked for the money for his food
Ronin digs in his pockets his grin fades as he realizes he has nothing he drops the plate angrily the kids behind him looking, Ronin turns met with there eyes
As he then shoves through the group leaving the cafeteria he storms down the hall angry and embarrassed he tries to hide it in his stern eyebrows as he pushes the boy's bathroom door open forcefully, he grabs the pack he bought last night out of his underwear, he sits on the sink counter smearing his warn shoes on the counter along with him, he kicks the sink faucet in anger, his temper boiling inside him as his eyes grew narrow with rage.
Lunch had passed when he heard the bell. He rang his hand through his hair, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. Deep teeth marks pierced along the cigarette. Throwing it in the sink, he left the room, greeted with hallway excitement as kids rushed exited for the gym; Ronin followed, optimistically.
His gym teacher was well-rounded and strict, as Ronin suspected; the man explained the game; Ronin wasn't used to baseball. He had played football at his last school; eager to get out, he followed the boys outside as he was met with the cold wind biting at his face.
He swung the bad for what felt like the hundredth time. He didn't like being told what to do; he nodded, not hiding the obvious annoyance in his side eyes; Ronin's attitude grew, and his coach's noticing quickly benched him.
The bench was loud and frantic as Ronin waited to be called out he tapped his leg his jean shorts twitched with it,
His name came shortly after, he stood up almost exited he jogged to the exit, his knee suddenly hitting the floor harshly as one of the boys stuck his leg out as he came past, Ronin threw himself from the ground and grabbed the kids shirt the boy looked at ronin's eyes as they filled with anger the bench got quiet, Ronin shoving the boy he hurried out to the coach, eager to hit something.
His cheeks flushed as the session went on he gripped the bat thoroughly smacking the oncoming ball as he left his anger out, his coach commenting on his hit
Ronin felt proud.
He almost wanted to join the team by the end.
His coach complained about the smell of the locker room. He hadn't noticed Ronin's exit; jogging down the hall, knowing he'd miss a couple of classes. He still opened the school doors, leaving a sigh of relief escaping his mouth along with the smell of smoke.
The walk home was quiet and slow as he went along, a feeling he was used to.
As he came to the empty house, his father was still at work. Ronin opened the squeaky door, the house silent; a strange feeling eroded through him, something he had felt before.
He sat on his bed. The room grew dark as storm clouds rolled outside, and soon after, light rain hit the window one by one; suddenly, Ronin felt angry, but his eyes were sorrowful as he grabbed his pillow tightly. He almost felt like crying, he made his face stern again, trying to hide it from himself, his eyes flickered shut.
A flash of his father's argument played through his head as the feeling in his gut surfaced;
Percy, now leaving the school, his heart pounding as he sprinted down the small hill, meeting with the endless field that led to his house in the distance.
Jogging with what energy was left in him.
His faded green door made him feel at home as he peered to the side of the house his bike leaning against the white fence, grabbing it quickly he flew into motion,
The terrain was tough on the bike as Percy's hair bounced above his along with himself.
The small town came into view as Percy got closer passing Ronin's house he dismounted his bike and carefully walked it down the hill picking up the pace he reached the bottom, biking again he passed the old gas station and through the narrow streets turning a couple corners the road got rocky and narrow as he approached the big sign announcing the small Trailer Park as Percy bikes past he slows down while he takes a quick turn his bike squeaking to a stop he hops off his the kickstand hitting the ground quickly.
He looks down the aisle. Two or more houses away lay a warn house, the front porch crooked, and the windows glared. Percy sits down, not able to walk forward. He lays his head on his knees as his foot twitches with nervousness. He turns his head and watches the house.
The sun was setting as the pink and red sky stretched above Percy just then, he heard footsteps. A loud creak followed them. Percy looked over, his eyes widening; he quickly stood up.