It's a Hobby Pt.50
It's a Hobby P50(FINAL) What would you say is your biggest fear? Your inevitable, perhaps painful, perhaps peaceful death? Your best friends betraying you, only to leave you with the fake happiness of your previous experiences? What about the person you love the most calling you a monster, saying they hate you? I have to admit those scenarios sound terrifying. Bone chilling. Traumatic even. In my personal opinion, the thing I fear the most is Jade almost setting me on fire the first week of sophomore year. Now THAT is quite traumatizing. Fortunately, it didn't happen. I slapped my alarm shut as soon as the thing started screeching in my ear. After about five minutes, I decide to get my lazy ass out of bed and get ready for school. The clock read 5:52 by the time I got out of the shower. Using a wash cloth, I wiped down the mirror to get a good look at myself. Totally humble, am I right? The wounds I got last year were pretty much clear by now. Bruises and dark marks didn't cover the canvas known as my skin. However, the dark circles under my brown eyes became more obvious. Ah the perks of being a teen. My wet blonde hair sags over my forehead. Pfft I'm just teasing, I'm still brunette of course. What would I look like with blonde hair? That's not important. I dry off, put on clean clothes and head back into my room. The lump of dirty clothes fall haphazardly into the laundry basket. "Shawn! Breakfast!" My mom calls from downstairs. I walk down, promptly getting a piece of toast once arriving in the kitchen. Just as I gobble down the last bits of toast a loud car horn honks for my presence. "Bye mom, love you!" I yell while sprinting out the door; my bag bounces off my back. "Morning Mr.Torrin!" I greet. "Hey Shawny boy!" He happily replies back. "Hello to you too, Shawn," Philip's greeting drips in sarcasm. I shape my hands into a heart. "Love you too, Philly cheese steak," To which he replies with a laugh. By the time we pull up to the curb, I can already see Jade and Brandon arguing. "What's all the commotion here?" I question. "He's just being dumb," Jade rolls her eyes at the unkempt skater. "I can't believe you don't believe in our lord and savior Tony Hawk!" He throws his hands in the air dramatically. Philip pulls him into his armpit. Jade and I laugh as Brandon desperately tries to pull out of the trap. "Jesus Phillip, did you take a shower this morning?" He pushes him away. Shrugging, Philip simply says "Nah." That's nasty bro. "Let's get going," Jade walks on with me. "Baby, come back!" Philip begs jokingly, but runs to catch up. Remembering that I had a new locker was actually a bit of a challenge. Last week, I wandered into the freshman hall and almost broke into some kid's locker. Again, I don't exactly adapt all that well or quickly. Upon arrival to my locker, I notice a yellow sticky note stuck on the dial. "Frosh took our spot; Meet me in the pit -Luke" Damn, I really liked that area. I rip the note off and pocket it. The locker door swings open after I spin the code, and I sling my back pack into the metal box. Before I could secure my things and leave, I'm caught by surprise; the smell of chocolate and lavender filling my senses. "Mornin," Lachlan mumbles into my shirt. His arms hold me as if I was going to leave forever. Cute. "You know you have a feminine smell right?" I blurt. "Wow," Lachlan rolls his eyes. Or I think he does, I can't exactly see him. "Such a romantic thing to say Shawn," he plants a kiss on my cheek. "Ah gee, thanks. But seriously what laundry detergent do you use cause like bro," I turn around, dig my face into his sweatshirt and take a big whiff. While I bask in his oddly girly, yet quite enjoyable scent, Lachlan shuts my locker for me. "To the pit we go!" He says as he walks side by side. The pit is actually the mini amphitheater several yards from the football stadium. So in a sense it is a literal pit. There, our group is already sitting and talking. Trystan, Brandon and Lucas are yelling about something, who knows what. Jason and Philip talk amongst themselves while the girls are all having a discussion most likely about girl stuff. Again, who knows. The two of us catch Noelle's attention, so she waves us over. I start walking over towards them until Lachlan grips my hand and pulls me into a kiss. Although we've kissed multiple times by now, he still manages to take my breath away. "Ha! Gaaayyyy!" Lucas calls. Our "lovely" audience cheers in response. Lachlan pulls away, embarrassed from the attention. Honestly, I could care less. As revenge, I steal my own kiss from him. He gladly accepts the gesture. The cheers crescendo into roars and hoots. "Stop kissing me!" Lachlan flat out lies. I smirk back and peck his lips. "Sorry. It's a hobby."
