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MAIN CHARACTER INTRO..!
ALZO
•Omega •14 yo •red, wavy hair •132cm height •femboy •shy •twink -------------------------------------- CHERRY-KUN
•Alpha •mafia boss' son •234cm height •muscular •social butterfly •confident
Alzo and cherry-kun were never friends, but also not quite enemies. They were aware of one another's existence but never felt the need to interact.
In a world such as this one, there could only be two types of people. Rich, loud and popular ones - like the alpha, Cherry-kun...And silent mouses with barely any friends, that would be Alzo.
They both went to art school. Cherry-kun was on 3rd year meanwhile the red haired omega was just a year behind.
••• 3rd of May, 2007
CHERRY-KUN POV
Another day, another slay. My alarm went off the second 4:30am striked on the clock. I rubbed my eyes lazily, laying in bed for few more minutes before getting up with a long, breathy yawn.
I made my way downstairs to the bathroom to take a cold shower and apply my skincare products in order to keep my face smooth, even, silk like... Sometimes I'd wonder if having girls simp over me really worth the hassle, but at the end of the day I'm doing it for myself. As much as I hate those empty-headed bimbos, I probably shouldn't think about them so much..
I walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around my hips, heading straight to the kitchen. As I stepped in, the glow of luxurious tiles reflecting sunlight hit my eyes, blinding me for a spilt of second. I smiled softly, enjoying today's weather and how sunny it was considering it meant I don't have to worry about getting my pants dirty or my shoes muddy. That was it, summer approaches.
I opened the fridge door, examining its insides. On the top shelf all I saw were alcohol bottles that belonged to my father, on the second - raw veggies...After what felt like 5 minutes I closed the door, finding nothing appetizing on the shelves and drawers of the fridge. I can't say I wasn't dissapointed, after all I can't imagine leaving for school without a breakfast. The clock striked 5:30am.
God..An hour passed already? I suppose my shower took more than I expected. I simply shrugged, making my way once again upstairs to my bedroom. I accepted my fate, deciding on getting lunch on my way to school in the nearby store. It's not like I was short on money by any means.
I walked in, closing the door behind me and locking them out of habit, even though I was completely home alone...At least so I thought, huh?
My closet was already open, the clothes messily scattered everywhere inside. I dug in the pile of fabric, searching for anything appropriate but at the same time fashionable. Can't be seen looking like a gay, homeless man, now, can I? Eventually I picked dark beige, baggy jeans, a tight, black turtle neck. I thought it'd look nice accompanied by my light beige coat.
The clock striked 5:57am, I still had time to find my favourite cologne and pack my bag for today's classes. I didn't waste time, considering I didn't have much of it if I wanted to attend my extra classes.
I searched for my cologne for about 10 minutes. It probably counts as an achievement considering it was really hard not to notice. It had a bright red colour and the bottle it was in had a very specific shape. It was in the size of my hand... Another 5 minutes passed before I gave up.
Annoyed, I reached for my dark, leather bag and opened it swiftly to pack my books. My eyes slightly widened as I stared into the inside of it. At the very bottom, a pretty big bottle laid. I rubbed my eyes and sighed, realising it was the cologne I looked for so long. I felt both relief and embarrassment...I suppose things you're looking for really are in the most obvious places ever.
I took t he bottle and sprayed some of it on my wrists, neck and chest before placing it on my desk.
As I began packing my books, fancy pens, expensive supplies and of course, a wallet, the clock already striked 6:32am. I was slowly running out of time, so I swiftly grabbed my coat, bag and ran downstairs. I was taking longer than usual, all due to the unsettling feeling of being watched at all times..My moves weren't lazy, I'd describe them as more 'careful'. Call me paranoid, I won't blame you.
I put on my shoes, leaving the house and as I'd do everytime, I locked the doors, then took the house key with me. I didn't live too far from my current school, but I still ran to my classes just in case, making my unstyled hair even messier. I really hoped to have some time to tame my hairstyle when I get to classes or should I say - before them.
And here we are, another day at Raincoat High is about to start....