* THE WHOLE WORLD WENT AWAY, [heath]

Yeager kept a straight face for a moment before cracking up, holding his stomach. This kid was just too much for him to take. He almost had tears in his eyes, rocking forward on the desk. It got a little quiet in the room before the students began talking once more, things about break and work they had to do over it and all that good junk. He didn't pay attention to any of the other conversations. The guy may have been obnoxious, but he was far from flighty. He believed it was one of the few things he'd gotten from his biological mother. He was focused when he wanted to be, though his teachers would like to disagree with that, most like. "You are fucking retarded," he said. He was nowhere near breathless when he finally collected himself, a grin stretching out on his face. "Algebra, dumbass. Were you smoking up the entire break or something? The fuck?" Clearly the twelfth grader was not fit to be in society with other people around him. Or maybe the FCC should censor him wherever he meant. There was no limits when it came to his joking, or even his seriousness whenever such a situation came about. In any case, the reason he was in this class was not because he was stupid and didn't understand the stuff. He understood it all, he just didn't do work. It took time out of his day when he wanted to do other shit. He didn't have time for math.

Damn, Heath was living the high life man. Going snowboarding in the mountains? Yeager certainly was not underprivileged, however. He lived in the lap of luxury, how else could he be so styling. "Damn lucky," he griped. "I had such a shitty break. Well, other than going to the Bahamas. Other than that I was around the Hollow." And he had a lot of crazy stories, of course. When he remembered one, he said, "I got a BB lodged in my skin, and my grandmother decided to fucking pry it out with a folding knife. Did not even know she had a folding knife. Shit hurt like hell, I even got a scar." It was an indentation near his shoulder, but he couldn't roll up his shirt to show it. That'd have to be some other time. The story was good enough without it, though. Anyone who knew Yeager knew his entire family and pretty much his life story. Two fathers, a mother, a grandmother, and an adopted baby sister. That made for a crazy household. He shook his head. "And my sister had to go to the hospital because she tried sledding off the roof." That had given him a panic attack. As much as they were always at their throats, he truly loved the girl and cared for her. He had an odd way of showing it, however, considering he yelled at her when he found out. It had hurt him, though, when she looked like she was just about to cry. It was strange that someone who radiated pure evil like her could still get a reaction like that from the guy she constantly tormented.

Yeager moved just quick enough to catch the ball someone threw at him, using one hand to grab it out of the air. He turned it around and inspected, the guy who threw it to him apparently not wanting it back as he turned right back around to speak with someone else. "A fucking water toy?" He snorted and squeezed it between his hands while listening to Heath. The curly headed Water laughed when he mentioned that he thought he was going to late when the teacher was the tardy one here. "Nah, we have a sub. He got lost somewhere. Don't know if he'll make it in time." His eyes found the clock and he grinned. He certainly hoped the guy wouldn't make it. That would be fucking terrific. Not that they did much the first day, but it was still agonizing to be in here again. He wasn't unintelligent, just lazy. Heath commented on the girls talking to each other and Yeager threw the ball at the back of one of their heads. She turned around, gaze sharp and affronted. "Can you throw it back?" he asked as if that wasn't intentional, and she merely turned back around and started talking again. He got up to retrieve it, speaking when he settled into his desk again. "Goddamn, they sound like seagulls." He did a very good impression of one of the birds then, obnoxious and shrill. Another silence before the conversation started up again, as if nothing had occurred to interrupt the flow.

Yeager laughed at his friends blushing comment, a hard and sharp bark. He had a bit of a cruel sounding laugh, unless he found something so funny that he couldn't breathe. And that happened enough. "Obviously it's causing some issues, bro," he told the boy. He smoked on occasion, but it seemed pointless to just sit around and do nothing all day. It was boring, and being high made him feel bored. There was nothing to keep him preoccupied. He wondered if it was better for other people, if they could find some entertainment in the feeling. "Touche," Yeager replied to him. His parents had had a conniption when they found out. Well, Lucas did. Richard just looked at him with that disappointed expression that really got to him. It wasn't the yelling and the lecturing, it was the subtle shake of the head and aversion of eyes. He couldn't take letting people down, and so there was embarrassment in having to redo this class. He would never make that known, however.

The Bahamas were pretty cool, and he liked to travel. Just to get out of this goddamn place, actually. "Yep, as usual." It wasn't uncommon for him to take trips, even in the school year. His parents liked travel, as well. Yeager shook his head, thinking of the old woman with her pure white hair. There was evil in her eyes whenever she looked at him, he could just see all the plans she had for him there. "Fuck no, she's a psychopath." He was only half-joking about that. Okay, she was pretty badass, but she was far from a good grandmother. It made him wonder at how she was raising little Lucas. It was funny thinking of her rearing someone as fickle and high-maintenance as him. Yeager sensed some tenseness in that relationship, like he didn't turn out the way she wanted him to. "You're gonna make me stretch this shirt, aren't you?" Instead of that, though, he pulled his arms out through the shirt. The sub wasn't here yet to admonish him, so he decided he could do whatever he wanted. He moved to show the indent where the BB had hit.

He touched the skin on his shoulder, grabbing at it to see if he could see it himself. The boy did not like scars, but he had quite a few from shenanigans he got up to in his childhood or Gloria. Usually the latter. "It stung like a bitch. Especially because it started bleeding after she dug it out of me." It had to be one of the most unpleasant feelings he'd ever experienced and he most certainly did not want to go through such a thing again. He pulled his shirt back down and scratched the back of his curly head when Heath asked after Gloria. "She's fine now. Arm's still in a cast. Freaked out on her, though, I mean who tries to fucking sled off the roof? Dumbass." It may have sounded like cruel words for such an innocent thing, but it had really scared him when he'd gotten the call. No one wants to hear that their kid sister's in the hospital.

Putting these two in a class together was possibly the greatest mistake anyone could make. They were bad enough alone. The people who put rosters together should look down and make sure that they were not put together for the reason they were being obnoxious dicks as of right now. Though the girls were also obnoxious. He tossed the ball over to Heath, laughing when the boy started to imitate a seagull, clutching his stomach. The girls glared at them, called them names, but of course the Waters went on unfazed. "Oh yes, this is going to be a great year," he said, pulling at his shirt to make sure that he did not actually stretch it any. He wasn't high-maintenance with anything else save for his clothes. "You ready for it?" Yeager felt prepared. Maybe he'd actually do shit this year, that would be a good idea. He never wanted to see that look on Richard's face again, after all. It was painful, and struck him in a rarely touched place.

Heath did speak the truth when he said that he'd be asking the same thing, too. Hell, Yeager would be yanking his shirt up to see for himself, than laughing his ass off at it. At least he spared the laughter until the older Water boy spoke. "You see, a normal family would have me sent to the hospital," he deadpanned. That would have been much preferred, a nice sterilized environment where he could have gotten a lollipop or some shit after. What had happened? Survival Man granny edition. "No, instead my parents let her whip out her handy dandy shank to wedge it out of me. And then put gauze and electrical tape over it." For a family with as much money as them, they sure were ghetto as fuck.

Heath was right about trying it themselves. They got into too much stupid shit for their own good, it was a miracle they were sitting here able to even talk about it at all. It must have been by some grace of god that they made it through with their history. "We should try it some time, just with more safety precautions. Sand bags and shit." Something big and bouncy waiting for them at the bottom. That would save them the trip to the hospital, because as much as Yeager would have preferred the hospital over his grandma, no one actually liked the places. "She's in high school now, too. I fear for her life. You know she's gonna fall in with the wrong crowd." And boys. Fucking, zit-faced, greasy-handed boys. His protective instincts were knocking on his skull and asking why he wasn't at her school now hovering over her.

The ball ricocheted off the wall and Yeager caught it in his hands once again, stopping in the play to focus on Heath for a moment. The headmaster's office was quite the nice place. He liked how he had a globe and everything in there. Real respectable. "Can't fucking wait. My parents are going to be breathing down my neck all this year." They were already ticked off about him having to retake a class, and if he got in any more trouble? He wondered if they were against skinning people or not. He couldn't be too sure, and that made him fearful. He threw the ball at Heath once again and said, "I don't know, man. It's fucking senior year, I don't want to deal with making decisions about college and that sort of shit. Like I'm not being pressured enough. It's a headache." He didn't like thinking about his future, that was just too much for him to even take.