Jay Walker: Origins (Chapter One)

BEGINNINGS

Monday September 4th, 2014. 7AM.

“JAYYY!!!” I hear my mum yell from the bottom of the stairs at the top of her voice. 

"Jay David Walker" she yells again. 

"Heaven’s sake, what is wrong with this boy?" She murmurs as she climbs the stairs towards my room feeling frustrated,y yeah I do that to my Mum a lot. She knocks on the door, I don’t answer; she knocks again. This time I answer:

 "I'm awake Mum; I'll join you in a few minutes" My mum wasn't ready to leave, not this morning.

"You better get your ass over here and open the door, in the house I pay for with my 3 shifts at the hospital".  She yells louder as I open the door and peek out. 

"I know you're working really hard Mum, and I appreciate and love you".  I try to calm her down. She sighs, looks at me with sad puppy eyes and heads back to the kitchen.

"It’s the first day of school after summer; you don’t want to be late" she points out her voice fading as she goes farther away.

"I won't Mum, I promise".

I walk back into my room; it isn’t the huge kind of room you would see in the movies, but it was what my Mum could afford. My room is painted sea blue, with posters of famous soccer players on different parts of the room. My bed is rough; in all my room is a mess.

"Damn, school today, soccer try outs on Thursday, summer was too damn fast". I say to myself not knowing I wouldn’t even get the chance to try out at all. Still thinking out loud, my phone rings. 

“Damn, Chris" I'm late for school, ugh, who gets to school late on the very first day of school? Well, that would be me. I run as fast as my skinny legs can carry me, this isn’t the first time I'd be running to school or getting to school late but I have this weird feeling in my stomach.  The way you feel before something life altering happens to you. Damn, Chris would be so mad at me. You’re probably wondering who Chris is? Chris is my best friend, or let me say, my male best friend. I have two best friends, a boy and a girl. Isn't that weird? Chris is dude and Taylor is the girl. We've been friends since kindergarten and they know every single thing about me, we're not your everyday trio. We're the kind you read about in books.

The loud noise coming from the school knocks me out of my morning thoughts. My school to be exact, I walk a little, turn left; my school comes in sight, Moonlight Creek High. I jog a little and luckily I get in before the evil teacher, Mr. Sam gets to his usual position by the entrance of the school. From the gate I spot Taylor, a girl that is my friend as I would put it walking into the school compound. She looks a little different though, damn, everyone looks different except me I observe.

“Taylor” I call out to her, assuming she didn't see me. She looks back wondering the person yelling her name, I feel kind of awkward. She spots me, smiles and waves at me. I signal her to wait; she does. As I jog up to her.

"Hey" I greet her, trying really hard to smile and zip my thoughts for a minute. 

"Well, well, well, look what we have here—if it isn't Mr. Walker". She smiles showing her dimples, damn, Taylor has dimples? We've been friends my whole life and I have never noticed them.

“You look good T, Paris treated you well” I point out; I wink, dragging her along with me into the hallway. I haven't been good with relationships even though I've been in a few, not that they last long or anything. With Taylor, I can be myself and she quite understands me. We head for Taylors locker to pick a few things. Why on earth would I leave stuffs in my locker for 3 whole months? She takes God knows what from her locker and we head towards my locker. Please be reminded, I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE ANYTHING. I JUST WANNA DROP A FEW BOOKS. While we're at my locker, Taylor continues telling me about her trip to Paris. Not like I care though, these are the reasons I ask God why she prefers to hang around us boys; while we're at it, Chris joins us.

"Good one Walker" Chris says, that's when I remember I stood him up and I was in huge trouble. You see, Chris can tolerate a lot of crap but you do not stand him up—no excuse is good enough; why? That’s a story for another day.

"I'm sorry man" I try to calm him down. “I woke up really late; you know I would never do that on purpose". I add.

“You stood him up didn’t you?” Taylor asks me, I stare down with guilty boldly written on my face, she sighs.

"So T, what’s up?” He asks Taylor as he tries to calm down.

“Well you know Paris and all, it was fun” she replies with excitement

“Believe me you do not want to get started on that, she’ll keep going on and on” I add.

“You better pray that’s all I ask her you cunt” Chris fires at me, uh-oh looks like he’s not entirely over it, I’ll give him time.

“Ask me what?” Taylor asks confused looking at both of us for answers. I stare at Chris trying hard to remember which one of the thousand questions he was talking about; I mean this guy has everything on me.  If he decides to sell me out, I’m done for at the same time I try to play the dumb card.

“Yeah, Chris; ask her what?” I force out trying to read his face but to no avail.

“It’s nothing; I’m probably mixing stuff up” He answers without even trying to hide the fact he was lying.

"You know that won’t work on me? I know your asses too well for you to act up on me". Taylor fires back, I breathe heavily. Chris stares at me and Taylor follows suit.

"Come on people, I'm listening" she says wearing a frown and folding her arms. 

"Okay, Chris asked..." then the bells rings for classes to begin I whisper a silent prayer, it felt like the universe was on my side—little did I know I hadn’t seen shit.

Taylor sighs, "I expect you to explain yourselves during lunch break" she says and waltz’ off to her first class. I can't help but stare as she heads for class. Chris smirks, and looks at me.

"What?" I ask feeling weird. 

"Don't think I didn't see the way you were staring at T." My brows twitch as I watch Chris finish his sentence.

"What the hell are you talking about?” I hurl at him.

"Never mind" he says bouncing to class. I could still see the smirk on his face as he walked; lord knows the friends I have I say to myself and leave for class; whichever I’m having right now.