Tap, tap, tap.
He ran his fingers though his black, thick hair and drummed his hand on the desk.
A short moment passed.
"A list... she wants a list..."</b> The young teen thought to himself through his sighs and drumming.
He picked up the pencil and shortly dropped it again. He then proceeded to sit back in the chair.
"There isn't a soul in the world who cares for me right now... Wolf? Dragon? No. I best keep my work friends and my personal life separate." He left out another loud sigh at this thought.
He shook his head and rose from the chair and stumbled over to his bed. Flopping down it on, he closed his eyes.
"Sleep... take me" He mumbled.
The Next Day.
"Hey! Tolkien!" Snickered an all too familiar voice, "Come ere'!"
The blue-eyed teen lowered his head and sighed, making sure his steps were silent. He was not in the mood to be picked on right now.
"Lacie Tolkien! Hello! Are your deaf or somethin? I told you to come here, faggot." The jock who called him before called him again.
"My name is Lance." He mumbled under his breath, but he kept walking, not caring if he'd pay for this later.
The jock stepped in his path. "I told you to stop, faggot."
"Leave me alone, Darren." Lance mumbled once again.
The jock, Darren, pushed Lance to the ground then punched him in the face, leaving a mark.
"All I wanted was to tease you a little! And what do I get! You ignoring me! I am your inferior! You listen to ME, got that dipstick? Heh." Darren, after leaving a few more bruises on Lance, got up and left.
The kids around Lance knew he was in pain, but none bothered even to look at him, they just went about their business, like nothing had happened. After a few moments of Lance lying on the ground he picked himself back up. The school bell was about to ring and Lance knew he'd be late. So he just took his time getting to class anyhow.
Once he arrived, he got a scolding from his teacher, but all he heard was blank words with no meaning, because in reality, it wasn't his fault his was late.
The class dragged on, as did the rest of the day. By the time lunch time rolled around, all Lance wanted to do was go home, like there was no purpose to his last class.
While going to his usual table, which was always occupied by him and him alone, he spotted his crush, Kristiana. He smiled in her direction, but she didn't notice, nor did anyone else, which was a good thing. If anyone spotted Lance smiling at any of the "popular kids" they'd probably beat him up, which once again he was not in the mood for.
Today, the popular's decided to waltz over to Lance table, stand there above him and mock him. They said awful thing, right there. Right in front of him. Of course, Lance, hearing them call him these things before blocked out the noise they were making. After the popular's got bored of him not responding in a way they wanted him to, they left him in solitude once again.
After the last period was over, Lance walked out of his school as quickly as he could. He then practically ran over to his little sister Grace's school.
When Grace saw him, she ran over to him as fast as she could and gave him a great big hug. He smiled at her, but Grace sensed something was wrong and calmed herself a little. The two walked back to their house in silence. Once they arrived at their home, they heard Rose, Lance's step sister, loudly talking on the phone with friends she saw only moments ago.
Lance quickly roamed over to his room and played some slow music as he sat down on his bed. Thinking, once again, that his mother would want that list. He shook he head and thought again,
"No one would want to appreciate the day I was born... hell, the majority of the people at my school probably wish I was never born..."
He then collapsed on his bed and spoke out loud, "I wish I was never born..."
He then filled his head with more thoughts... even some about his secret crush. Thinking of the way she smiled with her friends made him wish she would pay more attention to him. At this point, they were kind of close friends, but really, it was more like he knew a lot about her but she knew nothing about him. She knew his secret, about Scars and the agency, The Secret, but she never stopped to get to know the man under the mask, Lance.
For a split second, through all these thoughts, he considering grabbing a knife from the kitchen.... but he threw this thought aside, knowing now was not the time for that.
Lance made sure his steps were practically silent. But as he looking down at his feet, he ran into something. He looked up... correction, he ran into someone. And not just anyone, the someone. Kristiana.
She giggled and said, "You need to watch were you're going, silly." She then smiled at him and spoke once more, "I was looking for you, anyhow."
Lance the stuttered, "Y-you... were l-looking for me?"
She giggled again, "Yes, Lance, you. I have been trying to avoid my ex for the past week. He is persistent. And, I know that's not too important to you, but here's what is. We should hang out sometime."
Lance's heart skipped a beat. "You... want to hang out with ME?" He raised his voice a little, but only loud enough so that Krissy could hear.
Krissy legitimately laughed, "Need I say 'yes, you' again?"
"Right..." He muttered.
She smiled very brightly at him then got close to him. She grabbed his left hand and placed a note in his hand, which made Lance's heart almost stop because she was touching him. She then skipped away... or that's at least what Lance imaged her doing, when in reality she just simply walked away.
Lance, after Krissy was long out of site, plopped down on the ground, trying to contemplate what had just happened. Breathing heavily in and out thoughts raced through his head, thinking that maybe.... just maybe he had a shot with the girls of his dreams.
The day raced by, and he hardly even heard the bickering of the other students mocking him throughout the day. The only thought on his brain was her.
When he got home he was so joyful his family could have sworn aliens had kidnapped their son and replaced with him a happy teenager.
He leaped on to his bed and hugged his fat cat, who was lying there like she owned the place. He then looked around his room in a hurry, trying to find a piece of paper to write down just what had happened today.
After finding paper and a pen, he wrote the events of the day and the day's date.
He then flopped down on his bed once more, closing his eyes, envisioning his future with his crush.
He went into school the next day, chin up high and hopes of the future scattered everywhere.
But that's when he saw her...
And this made his heart fall flat.
She was standing there, with some guy Lance hardly knew, and they were making out... right in front of his locker.
Lance let out a big sigh and passed the couple with his down low.
The day, once again, dragged on... and all the time the kids of the school made fun of him but this time, Lance heard every word... and took it to heart.
"You're such a freak!", "Nobody even likes you, Lance!", "There is no WAY you'll ever get a girlfriend.", "I bet your own family doesn't even like you!", "Dipstick!"
As he and his little sister walked home in silence, he felt like he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. He just kept replaying the awful things people said about him in his head over and over again. He then thought about how Krissy treated him the day before, then the way she just went back to getting with guys that only wanted Krissy for her body, and not her.
When he reached home that day, he sat at his desk and laid his head down on it.
Knock, knock. Sounded someone knocking on his door.
"Come in" Lance mumbled.
"Hey, sweety." Spoke his mother, "Did you finish that list of people you'd like to come over for your party?"
"Yeah." He said bluntly as he handed her the empty list.
"Sweety, don't be like that. I'm sure something can work out, I can just call some parents-"
"No, mom. I don't need a stupid party. I'll be 16 years old! Just give like... 20 bucks and I'll be fine."
"Honey, don't be like this. It's your sweet 16! Every kid has a Sweet 16 party! It will be lots of fun!"
"Please, mom, I'm not in the mood."
"Sweetheart, I gave you that list over a week ago, you sure you can't think of anyone?"
"No. I can't."
His mother sighed, "Alright, sweety. I'll leave you be then."
His mother than quickly left the room, leaving Lance alone.
He then slammed his head onto the desk.
A Few Days Later: April, 30th.
Lance sighed as he rolled out of bed and then walked slowly out of his room.
Walking into the kitchen, expecting some big breakfast like his mother did every single year.
But he saw no one. All he saw were yet-to-be-hung-up decorations and baking materials sprawled out everywhere.
On the kitchen table, he spotted his previously empty list on the table with names of people he didn't even like on it. As he continued looking down the list, he saw her name, Kristiana Johnson circled in red pen. He picked up the list and out fell his paper with the events of the day Krissy talked to him and on the paper, the paper with Krissy's number stapled on it.
"Damnit mom." He muttered to himself.
He then, with the note in his hand, stumbled into a chair and spoke to himself in a disconsolate voice, "Best... Birthday... Ever."