My Angel

“watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
saving me raping me
watching me”

5:30 the alarm sounds..
Friday, time to get up and go off to school.
“meh… hmmph” he mumbles as he slowly rolls out of bed.  Untangling the sheets from his body, he slowly stumbles toward the doorframe. Gripping for the doorknob his mind slow reboots. Realizing his hand has yet to grip anything he looks down only to realize and remember that he has no door, it is still laying in the garage alongside all the other personal affects of his.  He stumbles into the hallway shuffling along until he bumps the bathroom door.  He draws his breath in slowly as he turns on the lights and slowly raises his head to look at himself in the mirror.  Standing only 5’9” in a lanky figure with untamed hair the boy studies himself, turning his head slowly from one side to the other he decides that he is in dire need of a shave but who will care if he just skips that and goes straight to the shower?
As the water turns on he recoils in surprise at the little needles that are prickling all over his skin, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up and the nerve endings to send enough messages to his brain temporarily bringing him to full awareness of his surroundings.  Soon he has awakened enough to pass for the living in society so he steps out of the shower proceeding to dress himself.  As the rain pounds outside the windows he yanks a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his closet and slips them on.  As he grabs he unplugs his phone from the charger he looks at the screen.
“Message Received”
“Hmph, who the hell sent me a message at night?”
“Dude you will not believe it, I got 2 women at one time last night. That’s right DOS CHICAS!”
“Goddamn it, does it look like I give a flying fuck, Sean?” he mumbles to himself as he slowly types a response of the inverse of those words.
Shoving the phone into his pocket he douses himself in axe quickly as he rushes downstairs.  The smell of toaster strudels roams the air in the kitchen.  Ripping open the refrigerator door he grabs the brown bag containing “lunch” and stuffs that into the top of his book bag.  
“BUS!” comes a voice from the front foyer.
“Fuck.” he groans and heaves the book bag onto his back and grabs his CD player for the bus.
“Hurry Hurry Hurry”
“I CAN SEE” he yells as he runs out the door, and careens down the driveway towards the already loaded bus.
Running around the yellow imitation cow grill PVC pipe on the front of the bus he jumps up the stairs into the bus and places the book bag on the floor and lays his body between two adjoining seats.  Slipping his headphones on he presses the play button and drifts off to the subconscious world of music.  Four songs and two full stops and a bump later he sits up grabs his book bag and stands up to get off the bus in the next five seconds.
As he waits for the other people to get off the bus he looks at the people that have ridden his bus almost everyday since elementary school. The girls that center their lives on looks and how other people will remember them, the few that do not understand personal hygiene very well, the athletes that sit there planning the next big party at some house in their head, and the few people that he converses with, the ones that don’t give a damn what other people care about him, or at least have some level of self righteousness that they don’t go around thinking they are so much better then people they don’t even know.  Then he is already off the bus, walking towards the stairs that lead to the entrance to another day of endless lectures and blank stares but there was one moment of happiness he had to look forward to, 15 minutes before class, 4 minutes in between and 10 minutes after school.
Just thinking about her brought a grin to his face, he tilted his head as to not be seen by the other individuals inside for they would not understand an idle boy walking with his headphones on and grinning to himself, for they could not understand the feelings he had inside.  At this point he had already passed through the front doors and was on his way down the heavily traveled senior hallway, 25 feet later he was in the cafeteria and his body was already turning to the left to weave around the first row of tables. He already knew where to go, the eighth table on the right.  As the table came into view he noticed people that were almost readily always there to be seen by everyone were as expected sitting and conversing to one another.
His eyes scanned for her and were just nearing her usual seat when a large floral arrangement of fabric blocked his view.  
A low mumble arises.
“Watch out, FTD on the run.” he blatantly states, not realizing until his words have left his mouth who had he spoken to.
“Excuse me young man what did you just say?” comes the all to familiar voice of the assistant principle.
“Ahh, horse shit” he mumbles to himself knowing all to well that he was on his way to a first period visit to the office. “Morning Mrs. Campagnolli I assume this means I will see you in about an hour from now?”
“Yes its always nice to start my day off with a referral for such a young and inspiring student” she shot back at him.
Blow me woman he thought to himself as he moved his way around her to continue with his morning.
No sooner had he looked away from the assistant principle his eyes lay fixated on her, the one stable thing in his life, the small piece of heaven that had fallen to be admired by all who walk the earth.  He looked at her pulling everything in that he already knew would be there, her tanned skin, dyed hair, gorgeous eyes and luscious legs.  Then he realized that his angel was sitting there laughing at him.
“Oh you think that’s funny, I get to start off my day with a referral.” he shoots out to her
“Hilarious actually.” she readily responds back.
“Yeah I love you too”
“I know” she looks up and pulls a winning smile out.
He removes his backpack and sits down next to her and puts his arm around her, touching the soft exposed skin of her open shoulders.  Soon the first bell rings and kids all around stand up and walk off to their lockers.  A few minutes later she stands up and puts out her hand towards him “Come on” she states.
“I’m coming, just gimme a break I’ve got the arthritis.” he grinningly states.
“Oh, shut up you do not.” she sneers back to him
“I swear it!” he hollers towards her.
He gets up and as like a well-computed piece of equipment his hand falls right into hers.  They walk to her locker and exchange the books she will need for her first class for the ones that she had taken home the night before.  As he does everyday he leans down and pulls out her Math folder for her, slowly un-jamming it from the lockers recessed areas and placing it in her book bag.  As they walk to class there seems to be idle stares at them, could it be because he hadn’t combed his hair that morning, was her underwear showing. No he knew by the looks that people gave them, they were jealous of the relation that he had. The love that was felt between those two for so long and how strong it had grown was something to definitely be envied.
Class soon started and the period ran by filled with loving glances, mouthed jokes and idle stares.  As if the day had been in express lane, no sooner had they sat down that the bell rang for the next class.  He stood up walked towards the door and held it open as she walked through, grabbing his free hand as she passed by.  As they passed by friends and acquaintances while heading toward her locker for another patented book swap, the conversation ran deep.  So deep that the fellow complements on the meet last night went unheard by him, his ears were trained on her words and he had no intend of letting any one word leave her mouth and pass by him.
As they neared her second period class she pulled him aside near the doorway still in the main area of traffic and wrapped her arms around him.  He leaned in and she laid a soft, loving kiss on his lips.  He had experienced this kiss many days but everyday it was like anew.  Like kissing silk mixed with the smell of tropical flowers filled his senses, he drifted away for that moment, drifted into himself realizing he was the luckiest man alive.
“I’ll see you in a little while.” flowed her words
“Ok.”
He watched her go into her class and then turned and walked to his, not nearly 150 feet from there.  Sitting down in his seat he lay his head down on the table and closed his eyes.
RRRRIIING!
He opened his eyes to a poster of Al Pacino as Scarface.
“Damn it that’s the third time this week that I have had that dream.” He screamed.
For it had been nearly six months since that girl left him and he still dreamt about her like they were still together