.:: Temporary Madness a Sonny Moore story ::. {part 25}

Calmly, I stepped in front of my locker, and twisted the knob of it first to the left, then the right, and lastly to the left, to the locker combination, before my locker had creaked open.


I had just gotten out of my first hour Calculus, and I was already ready for the day to end. Calculus seemed to be the subject that wore me off the most. In that class, I didnt have any one I knew in it, so I was left to sit in the back row of seats, falling asleep occasionally when Ms. Mortons lectures were particularly boring. Though I would admit that it really wasnt too bad, since Emily sat in the row in front of me, shooting me occasional smiles, and waves, I think just to be nice.


I set my calculus note book, and thick text book onto the top shelf of my red metal interior locker, before bending down, and rummaged through stacks of other notebooks, and text books, only to draw out my English book, with a smile. I had English with just Sonny alone... which I think was the reason why I had started to become to eager to get my first period over and done with.


Tucking my very thick English book securely under my arm, I reached back into the mess that littered the bottom of my one organized locker, and pulled out a navy blue note book, with black permanent marker stretching across its cover, reading "English". Sonny had even decorated it with hearts, which were unique since they were more pointed than rounded, and also had a large assortment of words that he had come up with all by himself writing randomly on the cover, and the back.


Having gotten what I needed, remembering I had stowed my pencil behind my ear for safe keeping, I put my note book under my arm with my text book, and stood back to my normal height, before using my free arm to shut the locker, its metal cold against my hand as I shut it.


With that, I crossed my arms over my chest, and over my supplies, before starting back off down the hallway, passing by girls and boys, all in their own little group, chatting about todays gossip, and things about the school dance. I wonder if Sonny has told the boys yet... I pondered to my self, a dreamy smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I remembered that I was in fact going with him.


In a way, I was nervous. Because this meant so much to me. Ever since I found out there was going to be a Halloween dance, I had wanted to go with Sonny, though part of me said that I shouldnt go, since my moms situation. And yet, I didnt know if it meant the same for Sonny. Nothing really had changed. Yeah he held my hand, he made sure to plant kisses on my cheeks and forehead, just to make me blush, but he had always done that. He always acted that way towards me, so I wasnt quite sure if I was just getting too excited about this, or if I had the right to be.


Almost on queue, a pair of arms slipped around my waist, and a chin was set on my shoulder, while the jet-black hair of the owner brushed against my cheek and neck, tickling me. "Acey!" Sonny squealed into my ear, making me giggle. With that he let go of his embrace, and moved to my side, bringing his class supplies to his chest, and crossed his arms over it, just as I was doing.


"So I have come up with the perfect new word! Youll never guess what it is!" he smiled broadly, while he pressed his back against the thick wooden door to the English classroom, to keep it open for me to walk through. I nodded to thank him for opening it for me, and lifted my eyebrows. "Oo, and what is it?" I questioned, stopping to wait for him, still holding the door open.


He looked at me through his black bangs that had fell into his eyes, and stepped away from the door, letting it slowly shut, almost closing on a small girl with frizzy red hair. "I cant just tell you! You have to guess!" he grinned, while we both walked along the white painted all to our right, aiming for the two empty seats in the back row. I rolled my eyes, and let out a quiet snort in amusement. "But you said Id never guess!" "Thats why you should start right now, and try really hard!" he answered, his eyes squinting, and glossing over, as they always did, mocking me, and only making a matching smile grow on my lips.


"Okay... Mmm..." "Alright! Ill tell you! Okay! So get ready for this! Its... Hoobabobbler!" he squealed, as we both took our seats at the back tables. I sat in my usual seat, which was pushed up against the wall, while Sonny took his next to mine, near the isle.


I let out a laugh, louder than I had indented it on being, and threw my face in my hands to stop myself from laughing. "What-does-it-mean?" I chuckled, whipping underneath my eyes with my pointer finger, since my eyes had started to water. "Well... I havent figured that one out yet, but itll hit me soon!" he smiled, setting his books on the desk top, and opened up his English note book to the vocabulary page.


Our journals were split up into two sections. Class notes, and vocabulary, which instead of using assigned vocabulary, Sonny jotted down some of his own vocabulary. Though most of our journal paper was wasted on notes we sent each other during class.


With that, Sonny reached forward, and slipped the pencil out from behind my ear, and set the dull tip of it to the next blank line, which was under the last word he came up with, reading "tucanipluh: fricken idiot". On the next line he wrote his new word, and left the meaning blank, since he was yet to come up with a definition. I figured that at the end of the year, Sonny would probably have made a whole new language, if he kept it up.


The school bell soon filled my ears, as well as the our side halls, and the classroom, making some of the students already present jump in their seats, having not been ready for it. And of course, amount those student was me. I blushed furiously, as Sonny pointed this out, pointing his finger at me, and laughing, though I knew he only meant to make me blush more than I already was.


"Alright class. Settle down. Time for class." Mr. Beckmans voice rang through the room, as he entered, rolling up the sleeves to his white button up dress shirt, and walked along the front row of desks, stopping near the middle so that every one could see him. "What? No hello, Mr. Beckman?" he chuckled, holding his arms out wide in question. The rest of the class chuckled slightly, and some even muttered hello just to make him happy, me and Sonny being two of them.


He sighed, before titling his head to the side. "Well I guess that will have to do. Lets all wake up though. I cant have anyone falling asleep, Mrs. Taylor." He grinned over towards a brunette girl with her head down in her folded arms, on top of her individual desk. Almost instantly, her head shot up, at being adress, while I giggled under my breath.


With a smiled, he went on. "Well, you all were supposed to have read Act I all the way to Act II in our Romeo and Juliet books by today, so lets talk about it. How does the play start, Mr. Jonathon?" Mr. Beckman appointed a boy in the second row of seats, while he stroked his blond colored goatee on his chin. Its starts by foreshadowing Romeo and Juliets death. I thought contently to myself, having already read this book, just as I did with Hamlet. Sonny had filled me in that in the beginning of the year, Mr. Beckman had told them all that this semester would be all about Shakespeare, and I was quite thrilled since he was one of my favorite writers, and since I had already read almost all his pieces.


I propped up my right elbow, while I felt sonny grab for my right hand. Quickly, a shiver shot up my spine at his touch, and I could already feel my cheeks growing red. And then, right as his fingers laces with mine, his free hand was slipping a folded piece of paper onto my desk, with faint blue colored lines streaking across the white piece of notebook paper. With a soothing smile, though purposely not looking into Sonnys eyes, I used my free hand to grab the note, and open it.


With that, my eyes were zooming across the page, reading his neat handwriting, which was slightly curvy, small, and light, as though he didnt press down at all with the tip of his led pencil.