My Teenage Dream' Chapter 2
Eric Lehnsherr yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was 7:30 in the morning for God's sake! Who the hell decided that schools should start at the light of dawn, just on the brink of summer and winter solstices, when three white birds gave cries of awakening and flew into the eastern mountains? (Okay maybe that was exaggerating, but, the point was clear.) Erik was not a morning person, and he hated getting up in the morning.
"Just six more months. Just six more months!" He mentally chanted as he shuffled through the corridors, stifling some yawns and bluntly expressing the others. He dragged his feet to the lockers, replying to some of the hi-s and hey-s from his classmates. Just. Six. More. Months. Wasn't there anything he could do about it?
Murder the principal. Yes! He'd murder the principal, and then no one would have to get up early! And he'd do it coldly, slowly and painfully, letting Mr Paul bleed to death, just like all the students did, each day! Erik smirked, mentally laughing like a maniac, MUAHAHAHAHA, lightening crackling in the background.
And no one would find out...but maybe he'd announce it to the student body, and then he'd be crowned their king. He knew he was popular, but this would be different. Bow to me, peasants! Erik imagined the scenario, arms wide open, all capes and crown. That's right, Erik Lehnsherr, your new king!
He'll never be punished, and they all would bow to him. Never be caught-
As he walked round the corner to his lockers, he found himself walking into somebody. Everything happened so quickly, and slowed by his sleepiness, Erik was flat on his back before he could even understand what was happening. He felt stuff, things, landing on him and all the breath being knocked out of his chest.
Abort. Abort. Abort. Was he already being punished for thinking his crimes? He won't murder the principal, fine. Maybe Mr. Paul did have all spies all around, fucking telepathic spies, maybe.
He groaned, feeling a person on himself. Oh, great! He opened his eyes, and looked straight into two electric blue eyes, framed by soft brown locks that extended to tickle Erik's forehead. Erik paused, not recognising the face on top of him. He blinked, trying to clear his hazy mind.
"Oh, dear Lord!" the smaller man cried out, and Erik instantly recognised the British accent, and oh, oh!
Charles!
Suddenly, he was wide awake, very aware of everything around him. Including the body pressed into his. Especially the body pressed into his. The sweet, woods-at-sunrise smell that drifted off from Charles. The high pitched squeak that Charles had let out when he crashed into Erik. The soft caress of his long, brown locks. The breath of his mouthwash that mingled into his own. He felt Charles struggling with his balance, trying to get up. Erik's arms moved on their own, holding onto Charles' arms.
"Uhm..." he said, clearing his throat, because he, just seconds ago, he was still 93% asleep, and his voice was all sleep-laced. "Hey. Easy!"
"Yuh-Yes of course!" Charles said, sitting up a bit, (on Erik really!!) pulling out of Erik's hands. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, running a hand through it awkwardly. Erik wanted to swat his hand away and comb his own fingers through the soft locks. But he shook that thought away, trying to focus on what Charles was saying.
Well, that's why he didn't recognise Charles before, he'd rarely seem him without his king-kong sized glasses. And now, without them, he looked like an angel, with long flowing hair, and sapphire blue eyes, and white, creamy skin...and woah, those red lips, Erik tried his best to focus on the words the lips were forming...without any success...
Panic. Panic. Panic. Brain now entering panic mode. All possible forms of communication skills shutting down, level of blood rising on facial area, resulting in Scarlett colouring...
Charles' heart stopped, he could actually feel his brain shutting down. He walked into Erik Lehnsherr. He walked into Erik Lehnsherr! People just don't walk into Erik Lehnsherr! People bow down and fall to their knees to Erik Lehnsherr, hoping that he would spare a look to them, so that all their children and grandchildren lived happy lives forever!
He was one of the coolest, greatest, funniest, most handsome, straight-out-of-Calvin-Klein-magazine, so-hot-that-you-could-bake-bread-on-him guys of the school, the entire town maybe... And Charles was sitting on top of him (totally not like that) and his Genetics Vol. III and Higher Mathematics were probably crushing the life out of him, and so Charles let out a string of apologies and "this is probably not a good day," and "I am so sorry!" and maybe even "please dont execute me!"
He crawled away from Erik, picking up of one of his books, (Erik had picked up the other one, and God, when did he have the time to get up and pick up Charles' book and look so good!) Charles kept on apologising, ignoring everyone else looking at him, and it was only when Erik grabbed his forearm (again) that he realised that Erik was saying something.
"W-What?" He blinked.
"That's okay. Charles, it was probably my fault, anyways," Erik was laughing, and talking all the blame on himself and handing him his glasses and what-?
"Huh?" Charles asked again, putting on his glasses to make sure he wasn't seeing wrong.
"It's a Monday, and I over-slept, and was quiet asleep till a few minutes ago, so I guess I didn't see you coming," Erik gave him a sheepish grin, and Charles wasn't sure what was going on.
"Here," Erik handed him the Higher Mathematics, and wow! His eyes had a hint of blue and green and grey and- so many colours! Charles was busy admiring the artwork that was Erik's eyes so much that when their fingers brushed around the book, he was taken back by surprise and he let go off the book, dropping it straight on Erik's feet!
He watched Erik howl in pain and clutch his abused foot.
"Sorry, damnit, I am so sorry, Erik!" Charles squeaked, holding Erik by his shoulders to stop him from jumping around like the Easter bunny. But he still had the other book in his hand, and he wasn't sure what was he supposed to do. Like, could he even touch Erik Lehnsherr without burning himself?
"That's okay, " Erik was saying, And suddenly there were people between him and Erik. Charles recognised Alex, Sean and Angel, the people with whom Erik hanged out. They ran to him, asking if he was okay and what really happened.
"Stay away, dweeb!" Alex was saying, pushing him away.
"Yeah, Xavier's! Buzz off!" Angel chided.
"But I was only trying to-" he started, but he was cut off by Sean.
"-Kill Erik??" The young man asked.
No. Help. But Charles knew better than to answer these stuck up kids. He quietly retrieved his books and hurried away to his class.
Erik looked up, but Charles was gone before he could say something. His eyes followed the slender brunette running away till he disappeared among the crowd of teens that were now filling in the corridor. He sighed, wishing he had more time to talk with him.
His friends might not have noticed, but the look of longing did not escape the icy blue eyes of Emma Frost, who was standing beside her locker, watching the entire scene carefully.