theoneandonlymogeko

Jon sat silently and watched the teacher continue to speak about the math they were learning, but his words were slurred together and unrecognizable because of the lack of attention Jon was giving him.

Jon couldn't care less, in fact he wanted the class to end sooner, almost begging the clock to tick a few seconds faster. But the clock wasn't going to change, and lunch refused to arrive any faster. Jon stared blankly at the clock hung above the exit, a grave expression stuck on his face. Fifteen minutes. Nine minutes. Five minutes. One minute.

Jon flinched as the bell rang loudly, indicating his lunch period had started. He's heard the bell a million times before, yet he still gets startled by it everytime. God he was pathetic. Jon begrudgingly picked up his school items, barely getting his bag's strap onto his shoulder. His energy levels rose as he remembered what he had to look forward to now that it was his lunch period.

He smiled, and swiftly left the room, rushing to his desired destination. The bathroom. As soon as the entrance of the bathroom came in view, he quickened his pace. He almost wanted to laugh, but Jon knew better than to draw attention to himself, so he kept his lips sealed. He opened his hands to reveal his palms and pressed them again the bathroom door, pushing it open and letting himself in the bathroom.

Thankfully the room was vacant, so he quickly slipped into a stall quietly, and closed the plastic door behind him. Jon sat down on the filth ridden bathroom floor, setting his bag down next to him. He didn't mind getting a little dirty, he didn't care enough. He pulled his leather bag which sagged over on the ground to his lap, opening it up.

The corners of his lips involuntarily lifted further as he shoved his hand into the bag, his fingers curling around a rough, firm surface. He lifted his wrist, his eyes staring down to the knife in his hand. He pressed his finger against the blade, sliding it across the metal. The cool silver easily tore through the thin layer of skin, his blood trailing behind his finger. He took away his finger, his lower lip slipping between his teeth, biting on it.

He clenched his fist, gritting his teeth as he dragged the weapon across his skin leisurely. Jon's eyes lit up, shakily exhaling. A sick high flooded into his veins, his stress being washed away with such a simple action. He repeated it on a different area of his arm, a small laugh filling up the bathroom.

Cloud nine was finally his. He was enveloped in warm hugs and kisses from just a little loss of blood, it was amazing. Jon's smile dropped like a ten pound weight from a creak. A familiar creak. The creak the bathroom door gives when it opens. His head shot up. Dread began pouring into him at the sight of horrified eyes staring down at him. His lips twitched as he forced a weak smile to be passed over his visage.

"E-Edd I can explain please-"
Too late. Edd's sneakers squeaked as he pivoted back, sprinting down the hall. Fuck.
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"Young man, when your parents find out about this, you'll be so very sorry about this," the teacher's grating voice sliced through the silence, her long slender fingers tightening around Jon's own hand. Jon chose to say nothing back, trembling quietly.

Jon's glossy eyes darted in every direction, bouncing off every sight he caught. He hated Edd for just going off to grab a teacher. He hated teacher's pets in general. He hated himself for being stupid enough to get caught in the act. Was there anyone on the planet more ignorant than himself? Jon bowed his head as the teacher and he approached the door to the principal's office. Guess not.

The teacher forcefully, yet lithely thrusted the door open, revealing inside a single boy sitting on one of the two cheap chairs in front of the principal's desk, yet no principal in sight.

"Young man, where in the world is your principal?" the woman spat to the boy, who gave a slight look in her direction from the question. He gave her a lazy shrug, but Jon's breath had quickly been taken away once he got a single observation of the boy's face. He was literally eyeless. He only possessed to half lidded empty sockets that stared deep into Jon's soul. Jon gulped.

The teacher gave an impatient sigh, shoved Jon into the room and slammed the door behind him, most likely trudging off to find her boss. Jon's noodle like legs wobbled, and he tripped over himself trying to regain balance.

Thankfully he managed that task and was standing fine in no time. Though, he had his arms wrapped around himself as he squeezed himself in to be as small as he could manage whilst standing. Jon gave the odd boy a proper inspection this time, now being given the opportunity.

Aside from his.. unique eyes, the boy had sandy blond hair that seemed to defy gravity, standing straight up. A small lock of hair draped onto his forehead, and his skin was a tan color, complimenting his hair. His clothing consisted of a navy blue hoodie that was a few sizes too big, blueish black jeans with numerous tears, and checkered converse.

What really caught Jon's attention, though, was the grim expression he wore as he stared back at Jon. It was like he was staring right through Jon. Jon shook off the shaky feeling he felt, and walked slowly up to the chair beside the boy, using his clammy hands to direct himself onto the seat. His tense body quickly slouched over as he became comfortable in the seat, and he stared at the foreign boy once more.

"Name's Tom, your's?" 'Tom' introduced, raising an eyebrow.

"J-Jon," Jon stuttered back, quickly looking away at the coffee stain covering a sheet of paper laying on the desk.

"That's a cool name." Silence fell over the both of them after Tom finished his comment. It was awkward, but Jon was used to awkwardness, he was practically the embodiment of it. Jon squinted at the paper, his frown deepening. He felt horrible.

Jon flinched and quickly whipped his head around to look down as he felt something warm wrap around the back of his palm. Another hand. Tom's hand.

Jon's gaze trailed up to Tom's face. Tom gave him a single, small smile. Jon felt his cheeks grow flushed. This was gonna be a long day.