After School Boredom |Open| Mar 26, 2008 19:35:50 GMT -5
Post by Dusk Alderic on Mar 26, 2008 19:35:50 GMT -5
The clock ticked the seconds by slowly. The usually rowdy classroom, was quiet. The smell of cigarettes were gone, alcohol hiding, and the drugs stashed away. Two cops were speaking to the teacher in the front of the room in low voices, which made the students who actually looked guilty, rather nervous. Dusk, as usual, sat in the very back of the classroom. His eyes were locked into his book, the book the class was meant to study for the next set of exams. Dusk was always the one that would study, passing his classes with flying colors. Although, when the teacher didn’t give him work, of course he’ll be speaking with the other students. That was rare, though. Dusk popped the bubble gum that he was chewing, turning the next page of the book. He rose his eyes when he heard footsteps, and observed with mild interest as the cops began to search the classroom. They were here every two or three times a week, so the sight wasn’t too surprising. Only, what did surprise him, was that they were actually doing their job. Dusk figured it was because they were the good cops, instead of the usual bad cops that show up.
Dusk lowered his eyes back onto the book before him. He felt like laughing at how nervous the students looked. They knew what they were doing was wrong, and one day, they would pay for it. Dusk knew never to take his wild-anti’s into school. He never even came to school if he suffered a hangover. To the teachers, he was innocent. He kept everything outside of school grounds….well, not everything. Everybody knew he was gay, he’d show it with a pride nobody was able to break. They would try and change him. Try and scare him, but Dusk was strong. He knew how to fight back, and he knew how to bite back. He enjoyed flirting with the boys, because seeing them nervous was a thriller. Dusk rose his head again when he heard the sound of cuffs. Three students were arrested, and everybody turned their head away. Some went crying, tears streaming down their cheeks. The females wore too much make up, the guys tried to look like straight out pimps. Dusk wasn’t al ordinary in this school, but odd. His eyes were lined with black eyeliner, along with black eye shadow. Although, nobody complained, it was good on him. His hair was long, straight and reaching just the base of his shoulders. Those wide, observing amber eyes looked boredly, as the cop came over to him.
He was searched, but not as thorough. Dusk didn’t have anything to hide, and simply gave the cop a flirty grin. The cop walked away to the next student, and gradually, they began to leave after a short word towards the teachers. The bell rang after a long moment of silence, and the students stood up. They pulled their beer bodies, Bacardi’s, drugs and stuff out of hiding, and instantly left outside of the door, rushing for the exit. Some mourned their friends that were taken away, others seemed like they were given the worse news in their life, and walked away with a grim expression. Dusk took his sweet time, and gathered his stuff. He checked in the mirror for a moment, before placing his stuff inside of his backpack and stood up. “Dusk.” the teacher called, her voice rather tired, as if she held a daily struggle. Dusk walked down to her, placing his back pack over his back, and taking the helmet she was handing to him, she always held his motorcycle helmet for him. “I’ll give you the exams tomorrow, turn them in on Monday.” she said with a smile, and Dusk nodded. “I’m ready for them.” he chuckled, and walked out of the classroom.
Dusk walked down the halls, avoiding students, flashing a devious grins to the boys he found fitting to his eyes and stepped outside. The sun was high in the sky, but the air was cold. He zipped up his leather jacket that fit well over his thin figure, and walked over to the parking lot, where his beautiful black motorcycle awaited him, like always. Everybody knew better than to touch Dusk’s property, he always killed the wrong person, and the right person would pay the price. His eyes scanned over to the boys that would pass him, those eyes of him not staring at anything innocent of course. A chuckle left his lips, as he placed his helmet on, and mounted his bike after taking off those chains. He revved that bike to life, backing up out of his parking spot. Instantly, he started out of the school gates, and hit the streets. Again, he was a kid with a death wish with how he drove, but he was careful. He was basically a pro at the bike already.
Deciding going home would be a bore, Dusk road around the New York streets, his smile plastered on his lips at feeling the wind rush him by. It didn’t take him much to stop somewhere. He parked close by the Café, and chained up his bike. He carried his back-pack with him, along with the helmet as he entered Steamer’s Café, smiling softly to himself. He brushed back a piece of his hair behind his ear, and walked to the counter. He was happy not to see a line. “Can I get a coffee?” he asked kindly, smiling. After gaining his order, Dusk walked over to a seat by the window, and placed his backpack down. From the corner of his eye, he caught a particular guy looking at him with mild-interest. Dusk was dressed with a leather zipped up jacket, and low-riding jeans that would show the tattoo he had on his abdomen, as well as a collar around his neck and combat boots on his feet. It was his favorite style. He stood up with that same flirty smile over his lips again. “What cha lookin at, cutie?” he chuckled, his voice was soft and mild like honey. The male blushed slightly, and looked away. It amused Dusk, as he sat down and looked outside to the people who passed. Just another day, after school, in which he wanted to do something…like always.