The Unknown

Chapter 13: The Unknown

 

 

 

 

Waking up on a Thursday morning. Dozing off once or twice before fully waking. The rays of the sun steadfast and golden, he knew he’d woken up late. Trevor quickly took a shower, blow-dried and straightened his hair. He walked up to catch the bus, ridding himself of the fickle presence in the situation of late and the disconcerting nature of Don. Riding the bus was as arduous and uncomfortable as always. Once at school, he decided he’d feel better if he talked to someone first thing. He was cliquing among a group of people while he told Jamie’s friend Chase that he got really stoned last night. At a glance, he noticed he was in proximity of David. He walked up to him as slowly as possible as he was talking to a group of guys.

“Hey dude.” Trevor said. “Hey, man.” He responded. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. Um, hey, about the other weekend.”

 

“Dude, that was last month.” He told him.. “Yeah, well, I was hanging out with my sister the other day and I was just standing there. I was thinking about punching the wall because she was annoying the crap out of me then some kind of flash happened and it knocked her flat against the door. “That doesn’t sound quite normal.” Trev said. “Tell me about it. She couldn’t get over that bullshit she was spouting and then she cried and it was a travesty. I didn’t even know what happened.”

“Oh damn.” Trevor said obtrusively. “Yeah, but she can’t stand being proved wrong. Felt kinda good.”

“Do you remember anything from that night?” He changed the subject again. “Nothing in particular.”

“What about throwing up?”

“Nah, nothing of the sort.” David responded. “Well, let me get at you later.” He told him.. “Alright, see ya.”

 

Trevor was despondent for the rest of the day. He drown the noise of the rest of his classes. The other version of that conversation with David haunted him. He chose to sit on his bed and wait to text him or Jamie. He hadn’t decided yet. A small meal and several television shows later, he texted Jamie and got a message back. *click click* “Hey, what’s up with that necklace?” *click click click* “What do you mean?” he asked. “I had it on my boudoir for a long time and I had just put it on and for some reason I came to on the ground beside my bed and then puked.”

“That’s odd. Maybe I should take it back.” He told him.. “No, I mean I like it. I was freaked out though. Feelin’ like I was going to die. But, I got up and took it off and was fine. “It makes me feel good though. Kind of warm. I’ve been exerting myself a lot lately.”

“Yeahoo.” Trevor said. Jamie laughed. “We need to have band practice again soonly.”

“Lets.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

 

He hung up the phone. He was worried about the effect Don’s artifact could’ve had. This was his duty though. Now he held himself convulsing and adrenaline rising. Not in displeasure, but rather anxiety. This wasn’t good. He took one of the cigarettes out of the pack he’d gotten over a year ago and walked outside. He tried sleeping, but just ended up sitting up looking over school notes. Looked like sir Don wasn’t going to come around tonight and the excitement waned. Feeling of overwhelming disbelief waved over him as he couldn’t comprehend the situation. His life had gone from the beginning to close to the end of high school. He wasn’t sure if he was meant to deal with Don and his own mission or high school experience which was arbitrary anyway. This disturbed him. Finally he started to get tired. He turned off the lights and forced himself asleep. Tomorrow was Friday. End of the week. Yes, time was slipping away, but, he didn’t mind. The one thing he could not place though was how the atmosphere of it all had changed. Coming forth from 1^st period history, he lurked around the halls. He saw Ashley and a few familiar faces. No one he really wanted to speak to at the moment. From one class to the next, it was like everything was disconnected. Finally, fifth period was here. Caroline and a few others were in there. It was as entertaining as it could be. The teacher spoke. “Class. We will be going on a field trip very soon. In a couple weeks actually, ending out the year with a bang. Better yet, listen now, it will be to the renaissance fair, since we’ve been studying renaissance poets and playwrights.” Trevor knew he’d go. Something was off. There were definitely more important things to attend to. Why did he feel like this was where he was going to go, a well-needed escape. Midnight that night, he lost all sense of engagement. He started writing lyrics that didn’t make sense. About a full-songs worth in fact. He opened up the fridge and took a beer that wasn’t his and sat down on Myspace. He ran out the back door and smoked another cigarette from the same pack. The heat of the Spring evening made him sweat. He put on an outfit that looked like he was ready to mosh and listening to a song or two, he turned it down and grabbed another beer.

           

He opened the front door and walked up the street with it to David’s which he now knew where that was. Instead of regarding the door like one would do, he threw wood chips at the window he knew was his. He saw the curtain flutter and a silhouette. Drinking more of his beer, he felt great. Alive. Like there was nothing he couldn’t do and nowhere he couldn’t go. Waiting for him to emerge, slurping until nothing remained, efficiently tossing the can in the garbage bin, he saw David five-or-more minutes ago. He wasn’t sure how he wasn’t out here yet. Sure enough, he became present in a minute or so. Appearing groggy, like school had really taken it all from him “What are you doing at this hour?” he asked. Trevor’s flaying green eyes squinched. He always seemed to have this supposition about the things that went on in David’s mind. However, with Jamie it was like he was untouchable. He didn’t have that feeling with him for some reason or another. In a matter of seconds he opened his mouth and his eyes opened back to their usual disposition. “I actually feel pretty jazzed up and wasn’t really sure what to do with that.”

            “S**t, man, I was trying to get some rest.”

            “Ah, sorry. Why though? You got something to do tomorrow?” he asked him. “Not really, tuckered-out though.”

            “Balls. Well, I guess I’ll get back then.” Trevor distinguished disappointedly. He knew when to back off. “You didn’t come up here just to say that did you?” He asked as Trevor was about to walk away. “I told you, I’m not sure why. I just wanna do something, but no idea what.”

            “You’re bored aren’t ya.”

            “Damn right!” he let out a sigh. “Alright, I have an idea. We need to go back down to your place though.” Trevor agreed and off they went.