Lighter felt awful. He had been delt a rather hard beating that morning. His perfect brother had gotten another perfect score. Hell he hated that kid. Why did Lighter have to be the one born with a defect? ‘The cripple of the family couldn’t do anything but smoke and prance about with a gang.’
Or so his father told him. He was feeling especially worthless as he forced himself into the silent classroom. They had already started. The teacher glared at him from her desk. He ignored the look. He’d seen it before in about a million other people. He was over it. Over it all.
He took his seat in the back corner, staring at his desk with a low groan. His body ached. The fresh burns on his arms screamed for air and relief. It was no different than his last depressive episode.
(Im not sure how I should do this, could I like have Jake be in the classroom or have him infiltrate the school since he ran away and possibly set off a lock down in the school?)
(Ahaha I like the second idea. Gives Lighter a chance to ‘escape’ only to run into Jake.)
(Lmao yeah I kinda like that one too)
As soon as Lighter had sat down there was an announcement. "Attention everyone, attention everyone. An emergency has been identified. Please go into lockdown. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill." The guy on the speakers said.
Jake heard the announcement, he was on around campus, somewhere he shouldn't have been. Hell, why did he think this was a good idea in the first place? It would have been a great place to hide from his family for the time being…..if he had been slicker about it and concealed his gun better. He saw some of the kids in P.E run to get inside. He quickly pressed himself against the side of the building, hoping to not be spotted. What the fuck as he supposed to do now? Run? Yeah, running from the cops that were now on his ass was a great idea.
Lighter grinned. Lockdown? What was this, Marx’s idea of a meeting? He snickered, waiting for the class to stand before he slid out the door. It was easy to get lost in the crowds heading for classrooms. Lost was good. He’d have no teachers on his back.
Ducking past a few teachers, Lighter found himself outside. The air felt good on his tired lungs and beaten face. With a groan, he noted that Marx was nowhere near their usual meeting spot. This wasn’t a gang shutdown.
There is some yelling and shouting from the other side of the building. Jake had finally done it. His stupid ass had been spotted by the cops patrolling the school. "Fucking hell" Was all he had time to say as he booked it and ran. This wasn't even funny anymore. If he got caught, it was back with his parents. The thought made him shiver and helped motivate him to run faster. As he was turning a corner he smacked right into Lighter. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he fell on the guy.
Lighter cursed under his breath, the wind knocked out of him. “Where the hell are you going in such a hurry asshole?!” He growled in annoyance, looking the kid up and down. “Who the hell are you?”
He pushed him away, rubbing at his arms. He had definitely reopened a few wounds. “Asshole.” He growled.
Jake looked at Lighter, his head spinning a bit before everything went back to normal. “Sorry..” he muttered as he got up. He checked his pants and found that his gun was gone, he paled a bit. Then as he heard the cop getting closer he panicked. He needed a place to hide, now. He looked around frantically and saw a building that looked like a gym. He didn’t think twice as he grabbed Lighter and dragged him behind the building. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that but I’m kind of in a tight spot right now. I’m not even supposed to be here for crying out loud” he said directing the last sentence to himself.
Lighter panicked. He didn’t know what the hell this male was doing but he didn’t like it. “Hold up! Not supposed to be here? Again! Who the hell are you?” He asked defensively, pulling on his sleeve in an attempt to hide any protruding bruises or burns.
Jake looked from behind the building to see if the cops were gone. He seems to have gotten them off his track, for now. He turned to face the guy. “It doesn’t matter who I am. I just need you to stay quiet and I won’t bother you. I’m just…” he hesitated a bit, trying to find the right thing to say. “Passing by.” Was his final answer. “But if you desperately wanna know I’m just a run away, alright?” He was clearly on edge.
Lighter frowned for a moment. “Run away from what?” He asked quietly. If he could, Lighter would run away from his own life and family. He’d run away from the gang and the entirety of this school of He could.
He hushed himself, staring at the guy in front of him. “If you want out of here quicker and safely, I can help.” He grumbled.
Jake looks at Lighter. “Just a run away…from my family.” He looked away uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, in an uneasy manner. Jake’s eyes widen when the guy said he would help him but he quickly stops himself, it could be a trap after all. “Yeah sure” he says casually, taking the risk of trusting someone he didn’t even know.
“Man you’re one lucky little…” he started, his voice trailing away. He shook his head. “You’ve got some nerve coming to this school.” He said with a soft laugh. Lighter ran his hand through his curly hair, sighing sadly. “You could’ve caught Marx in a bad mood.” He added, sighing softly as he grabbed Jake’s wrist and pulled him forwards and into the gym.
Jake narrowed his eyes at him when he started the sentence then looked away. "I didn't target this school specifically, I just ran to the most convenient location." He said as Lighter practically scolded him. Jake smirks. "Yeah I guess…" Is the only thing he says as Lighter takes him into the gym, he didn't argue, the last thing he needed was to anger the person helping him.
With a soft shiver, Lighter recalled the last time he had caught Marx in a bad mood. His shoulder still ached from the abuse he received. “Why’d you run away?” He asked with a light frown, releasing the guy. “If I could run away I would. I probably can. I’m sure people would want me presumed dead.”
Jake stared at the guy as he asked the question. "No reason." Was all he said. "Just didn't like my family. They're a bit much sometimes. I kind of had enough." His expression turns a bit dark as he remembers his cousin and what had happened but it passes just as quickly as it had come. "You? You wanna run away? Well, it doesn't sound like a bad idea, as long as they don't catch you that is. Maybe we could get out of here together" He jokes at the end. He was insane to already be cracking jokes with a stranger.
“If your father hit you every time you breathed the wrong way then you would want to leave too.” He growled lowly, trying a door. It was locked. He cursed. “This is usually open. It’s got a good enterance to the basement.” He glanced at Jake. “Family not so good huh?”
Jake was taken aback that this guy could admit that so easily. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt to tell him a bit more but then again he was a bit prideful in that aspect. He didn't like anyone knowing that he came from a twisted broken family. The less they knew, the better. "Yeah, I probably would have packed my junk if I was in your position. That's why I decided to run away last minute before-" he stops as Lighter asked the question. He chuckles a bit. "As you can tell, it wasn't a very pleasant place." He seemed to zone out, looking at the door that Lighter had tried to open, then snaps out of it and looks away. As if he had been caught doing something bad.
Of course he could admit it so openly. He just did not care anymore. He didn’t care Who found out and who didn’t. It wasn’t like he was going to be around for his eighteenth birthday.
“Doesn’t sound too pleasant.” He murmured, pulling a lock pick from his pocket. Marx had given it to him. For when he needed to sneak back into the house to avoid being beat once again.
Jake looked around. He wondered why he would even help him. Maybe it was because they were both in similar situations. He probably would have done the same. He goes back to watching Lighter trying to open the door. He didnt say much else, there wasn't much to say anyways.
Once the door was opened, he gestured for Jake to go through. “I never got your name. They call me Lighter.” He said, following through the door. A soft sigh left his throat. “There’s another door that leads to the basement. I know a way out from there.”
Jake looks through the open door. "Jake." He said plainly when Lighter asked. Then riased an eyebrow when he said his name. "Lighter? Sounds cool" he said as he stepped through. There were a lot of doors for just a gym. "Use this often?" He asked about the seemingly secret route.
“It’s a nickname.” He explained. The room was cooler than the outside. It felt good on his face. “I do. I use it to ditch.” He frowned deeply. “More than I care to admit actually.”
"Well nice nickname Lighter" he said, liking how it sounded as the name rolled off his tongue. It didn't come much as a surprise to him that Lighter would use it to ditch his classes. He had done the same only a week ago at his old school. "Well, I'm not about to lecture you on how bad it is to skip classes because that would be hypocritical of me"
For a fleeting moment, he smiled. “It sounds nice until you realize how I got it.” He pulled on his sleeve again. “You skipped to?” He looked Jake up and down. “You seem the type to skip. That’s not meant to be take offensively by the way.”
