Midnight Love [Chapter 1]

"Ms. Burrows."

Everyone turned in their seats as the teacher abruptly announced a student’s name in the middle of his lecture. Soon snickering passed though the classroom when the sleeping student jumped in her chair just as the teacher gripped her shoulder.

"Glad you could join us. Now, please share with the class a summery of what I just lectured on," Mr. Gross stared down at Alex.

Mr. Gross was one of those teachers that lived up to his name, she personally thought that it fit him perfectly. He come to his school every day with his hair slicked back, looking extremely greasy once you got close enough to him. If that wasn’t enough, his breath was horrible. She wondered if he ever head of toothpaste.

Shifting in her seat, she pushed back the hood of her black sweatshirt; her chocolate hair fell past her shoulders and her dark eyes stared back at him, "some shit about dead people."

It was her well-known voice that was used, one of uncaring and full of retorts, which usually got herself into trouble. Sometimes it came in handy, leaving the teachers speechless and then she wouldn’t be bothered for the rest of the class period, but she could tell this wasn’t going to be of those times.

Another fit of giggling went though and the teacher’s look was deadly, "five hundred terms due tomorrow morning."

Terms were the teachers’ main forms of punishment, apparently spending countless of hours doing them it was suppose to make the student think about what they had done wrong. But, with the TV and some loud music on, it could go by without even a thought about it.

"Great, looking forward to it," Alex sighed, knowing well that’s what she deserved. At least it wasn’t detention, cleaning wasn’t high on her priority list right now. Sometimes she wonders if it was all worth the extra hours added onto everything else she has to worry about. Then again, she really didn’t care; she cared more about the impression of who she was then someone who just acts like a stuck up, just like everyone else in this school.

Crossing her arms onto the desk, she laid her head back down on her arms. With all the lights dimmed for notes it didn’t take her that long for her to pass out right as Mr. Gross started up again. She’ll have to get the notes from Fret, he won’t be to happy about it, but he owes her.

Even though she was a slacker in class her graded were decent. The teachers always got on to her about it, telling her she could do so much better if she actually tried in class. It was getting old, which is one of the reason why she couldn’t wait to get after graduation along with a whole lot of other reasons.

Something smacked the back of her head, "Lunch."

It was Fret with his books wrapped up in her arms and he was already handing out his notebook for her. She snatched it, adding it to all her own books.

"Good, I’m starving."

Getting out of her seat, everyone was already out of the classroom except for Mr. Gross. She left quickly, but not before the teacher reminded her about the extra load of work due.

"Thank god," Alex stopped at her locker, placing all her books in once it was opened. Inside, there were pictures of favorite bands and way over due homework pilled up at the booth. It was already half way through the day and she already was swarm with homework in two other classes.

"Isn’t the locker next to yours suppose to be empty?" Fret asked almost randomly.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" She was squatted down and was trying to fix her lock up before grabbing her keys. They weren’t to a small school; if you asked her, she would’ve guessed only three hundred attended her school.

There wasn’t much to do there in their town either with only a gas station and a small grocery store to get food at. Sometimes people go down to the creek that runs through, but that thing was too nasty for Alex to get anywhere near it. The older people in this town made the place even more a living hell, they were all rude and gossipy. People always knew each other’s business.

It was odd though about the locker next to hers. She shrugged and took her keys out, then pulled herself up to check it out. He was right, she could make out a physics book, because she took the same class. The school rarely had new students, but she was more angry about having someone next to her now. She liked having an empty locker on both sides.

"Better not be some fat chick," she grabbed her keys, "does pizza sound good?"

Fret nodded, "yeah, that’s cool. Anything will be better then the shit that they have here."

Alex laughed, she loved it when Fret cussed. The guy was small and just the opposite of who she is, which is why she liked hanging out with him so much. He was short and blonde, with square rimmed glasses. He seemed a like a nerd, which what everyone else thought of him. Fret was in the running of class Valedictorian and sometimes she forced him to help her with her own work.

Closing her locker, the two turned and headed towards the exit. Alex felt extremely hungry, probably because she was running late in the morning and forgot all about breakfast.

They quickly picked up some personal pan pizzas at the town’s gas station, arriving just as the first bell ran. Walking thought the doors, Alex turned the corn and headed towards her locker. She had College English next, she needed get her book. Perhaps she could get some terms done. If she worked on them, there was the chance she could have sometime at night to do something else.

Alex paused for a second, spotting someone who she didn’t recognize going through her locker. That pissed her off, she had no reason to have her locked searched, "what the hell do you think your doing?"

His head turned, the shaggy hair on his head fell into his eyes and made his green eyes hardly noticeable, "excuse me?" His voice was rough and deep, Alex had trouble keeping her eyes from roaming, but she did notice the muscles bulging from his long sleeves.

"That’s my locker," She took a quick step towards him, grabbing the locker door, "Number 159, see it’s mi-." Cutting herself off, the locked wasn’t hers. It was locker 148, this was her new locker neighbor? He was defiantly not some fat chick.

"Oh." For once, she had nothing to say, she just mad a foot of herself, but luckily he laughed.

"The name’s Braxton," He introduced himself once she stepped out of the way. He reached for a text book and closed his locker, "I totally understand. I’d do the same if I thought some new dude was going through my locker."

Opening her own locker, taking out her text book. It was heavy, about two inches thick with a brown paper cover over it and all doodled over with black marker, "mhm."

"Hey. Do you know where room 126 is?" He asked, pulling out a piece of crumpled white paper from his pocket. Braxton turned it around, before he finally was holding it up right.

"What do you have?" She asked him. Stopped in her tacked when he called out to her. The numbers of the doors she wasn’t family with, but if he told her what class had had or the teacher, she would probably know.

"Chemistry with…. Erm, Mr. Johnson?" He pulled the sheet closer to his face and squinted to read who his teacher was.

Alex laughed, "yeah, it’s down there." She pointed down the hallway, "The last door on the left. It’s filled with bunches of skeletons and shit. You can’t miss it."

His head turned, looking down in the direction that she had pointed. He must’ve been checking out all the hallway decorations, because it was taking him much longer then it should to get going, "oh-."

The damn bell rang.

"Gotta go new boy, I don’t have the excuse of being new to get out of it," and then she turned away from him and headed in the opposite direction.