I had to get up early today in order to make it to school. I had decided to wear my black letterman jacket, white shirt, wheat jeans, and dirty brown sneakers. It was my mistake to wear that jacket. It was still cold even with it on. I had shoved the rock from last night into my backpack. Wilson must've already left; he wasn't waiting for me like he usually did. 

Our school was pretty big for a high school. It was built to be a private school, but I guess the people who built the whole thing had to cut down on the production due to money or something. There were two floors, and six different flights of stairs that lead to the top floor. There was a quad when you walked in. And there was a huge lounge area beyond that, where people would hang out if they wanted to. 

I had rushed into school since I knew I was probably going to get there before the bell rang. Everyone was departing from their groups, their friends, and were shuffling over to class. I calmed myself down a bit, telling myself in my head that I had made it in time and didn't have to worry about it. I took the top flight of stairs and made my way to math. Which, in my opinion, is pretty exhausting. 

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Lunch came around a while later. I was making my way out of science at this time. While I was walking over to the nearest lunch cart to get my food, I kept looking around for Wilson. I shouldn't be able to miss him. He's up to Hawke's shoulders in height. He could be literally found by me laughing his head off at a dumb joke. He's a short blonde boy. 

After getting my lunch I eventually found him sitting close to the wall, and close to Hawke. He was laughing, as I thought, at one of Hawke's jokes, as I predicted. He looked at me with those green eyes of his and a smile formed on his face. 

"Mason!" He called out my name as it rolled over the heads of the other kids to me. "Come to join us!" I obliged and made my way over to my two friends, my lunch in my hands. I sat down in front of the two of them and rested my elbows on my knees, in which my legs were now crossed in a more comfortable position. "Hawke was just telling me about what happened in his class today!"

"It's not that exciting, Wilson." Hawke lightly chuckled and rolled his grey eyes, his black bangs swishing a bit with the wind so effortlessly. 

"It is when it's your class, Hawke-"

"Are you two going to be a thing or something?" Wilson stopped to look up at whoever spoke. I looked up and glared, sighing. 

West Chandler was an 18-year-old whom I had known from Hawke. West was a tall, lanky boy, with pale skin and snow white hair, with pale blue eyes to match. And if that wasn't enough for you, he always had this sickening grin on his face sometimes. Just looking at him with that smile could make you sick to your stomach. I knew from experience. 

He was never really a nice person. He liked to harass Wilson and me whenever he got the chance to. Of course, most times Hawke would be there to stare at him coldly and tell him that if he ever hurt a single hair on either of our heads that he would personally have him pounded. He couldn't do this of course, since he was a senior. And West couldn't fight back since he was also a senior. We could have kicked his hide if we wanted to, but Wilson doesn't believe in fighting anyone and I don't want to get in trouble. So we left it at that. 

"You better watch your mouth, Chandler." Hawke gave West the cold glare that he always gave him. "You know what will happen if you continue to run your mouth like that towards these two."

"Don't start anything you can't finish, Hawke." West gave a Chesire cat-like smirk. "Surely you know what happens to seniors in high school who get into fights, now don't you?"

Wilson seemed nervous about the whole situation. "Come on, Hawke." He held onto the crease of Hawke's arm when he said this. "He's not worth your energy." Hawke gave a small glance toward Wilson, then looked at West. He sighed and stood up. 

"Let's go." Hawke ushered Wilson and me away from West, and away from the heat that was forming between these two seniors. We could hear West laughing as we left, possibly to find somewhere else to sit today.