Wild and Wicked

Kidding, it's a line that Kody always says every time he experiences rare, but alluring connections, or sparks with someone he adores, or likes. He assumes it's destiny trying to speak to him through the miracles happening around him, specifically related to his lovelife. Yes, he's one of Emily's species, a pack of hopeless romantics.

"Unfortunately, I am Josiah. Is there something about it?"

"Unfortunate? Why is it unfortunate?" Emily inquired, furrowing her brows. "And don't mind what I just said earlier, it's nothing."

"It's unfortunate because of things we do not speak of. It's generally a bad name in my opinion."

"Really? You call that a bad name?" she insisted, crossing her arms. "Whose parents would give their child a terrible name? Usually, our names comes from them, or from our late grandparents."

"Mine. They would. My grandparents' name is foreign from mine, you wouldn't even know that I am their grandson."

"That's unfortunate of you, I guess you'll have to live with it."

"I told you it was, and I don't have any other choice after all, or I could legally change my name."

"Legally change your name? That could work, but I love your name the way it is."

"Did I hear that right? You love my name the way it is? Thanks, I love yours too."

"Thanks, but you're just saying that cause I said so. Sorry, I don't accept backhanded compliments."

"Then it's your loss, not mine."

"You know what? Let's just stop talking, so no further arguments are gonna rise."

"If that ain't a life-changing idea, I don't know what is."

We both stopped talking, and later on sat down as our headmaster told us to. The program was not as long as it was before. I think it's because the Student Council didn't have to introduce themselves one by one along with sharing their plans, and projects for this school year. It makes sense since the new students could just ask for information, or grab one of those school paper distributed in all our designated sections, or classrooms.

"Our program for this year started off different," Mr. Mcnuggle stated, "due to unexpected changes, but this won't change the burning excitement, and passion we've planted in your hearts."

Mr. Mcnuggle lifted his hand, indicating us to rise from our seats for the program to formally end. A bunch of students, there were four of them, walked up the stairs, and stood in front of the flagpoles that represented the traits of McKinley University which are austere, meticulous, zealous, and thrifty. The four representatives bow down their heads in sync as they face our headmaster, indicating their undying respect for him, and the University.

Our theme song played in the background as they were raising our flags, placing our hands on our chest. Kody, the meticulous friend, tapped my shoulder as his eyes travelled to Emily whose head is constantly bobbing. I smiled, looking away to get the bottle of coffee I had on me, offering it to her.

"Hey, sleepyhead, take this." I nudged her, shaking the bottle.

Her eyes slightly open, looking up to me. I'm wondering why she's sleepy all of a sudden, she was a hyped gremlin this morning, an angry gremlin a while ago, and now a drowsy gremlin. She grabbed the coffee from my hand, opening it, and gulping it as fast as she could. I guess you could say she is a cafephile gremlin, not really. It's just an assumption that she loves coffee, but in all honesty, I think most students nowadays have taken interest in coffee even the younger ones, the amount of stress, anxiety, and work education has given us are immaculate, we'll be laying inside our coffins soon.

"Thank you...for the...coffee.." Emily said, catching her breath. "Do you just have...coffee...with you all the time?"

"You're welcome, and Kody brought over the news to me, so I think you should thank him instead." I replied, placing my hands at my back. "And yes, I'm quite of a coffee lover."

"Why is he like that? He pays attention to almost everything," she inquired, peeking at him. "then in a split second, he brings the news to you. Is he your spy, or something?"

"It's just his thing, but don't worry, he doesn't do it consistently. He's trustworthy, I've known him my whole life, what could go wrong?"

"Time isn't a basis of friendship, character is." she insisted, sipping her coffee. "You see Franco? We have been friends since we were kids and now? He doesn't even notice me anymore, it's like I'm a wind just passing by."

"Well, I don't really have much to say cause I don't know what clearly happened between the both of you, but I hope you'll resolve it."

She bent down, holding her coffee and keeping a grip on her bag. It seems like resolving isn't much of a choice that she has, nor Franco does. I mean, Franco is quite stubborn and arrogant, but he can be wise too, sometimes. I'm not covering him up, it's just that most people don't see what I see, not even Emily.

The administration had finally set us free, making us go into our respective rooms for our classes to resume. It's a great day to start the final year of senior highschool, not really, but for the amount of years of being a highschool student, I have not made the most memories, nor have I enjoyed those moments that my father always speaks about. If you're wondering what my strand is, it's HUMSS. It is a really enjoyable and memorable strand for most people, especially to me. I mean, I sort of hate school, but who doesn't? My point is that since I'm fond of writing, critical analysis, contemplation, and a lot of other things. I know, I might seem like a careless student, but I'm not. Well, I try not to become one, but temptations, it exists.

I'm eager to know about our core, contextualized, and specialized subjects for this year. Last year, it was too much for my plate, the first semester's categorized subjects summed up had a total of nine subjects, and so did the second semester. In total, we had eighteen subjects for two semesters, and it wrecked my precious sleeping schedule, and I almost failed a subject. My father doesn't scold me if I fail a subject, or two, but I do. I'm grade conscious, but at the same time extremely nonchalant, it is quite ironic.

"Hey, I heard our first subject is going to be Media and Information Literacy." Kody mentioned while reading our curriculum. "This isn't gonna be fun, I can tell our Professor's going to be strict."

"Who's our Professor for that subject? And don't worry, this subject's going to be fun because Math isn't involved, and Physical Science is the only subject you have to deal with, the rest are essays."

"Oh to be a Math wizard just like you, and it's Professor Elijah Cohen." Kody said in response. "He is the only new professor for this year, and I heard from a crowd of students earlier that he bites."

"It's not like we're beginners at dealing with strict and frank professors. Besides, all you have to do is pay attention in class and submit requirements."

"For a smart-ass like you? Professors barely calls your attention knowing that you have the power of knowledge and your dad's last name on your side.

"How is my dad's last name an advantage for me? It's just a last name, it's not like it's some kind of witchcraft, or spell."

"Ethan, are you not aware of your own family background? You come from a family of genuises, not to mention, a musically inclined family. How is that not something to fear? You are a Kinsly, and that says a lot about you."

"You make it sound like I'm wild and wicked."

"Are you not? In my eyes, you are. I used to fear you when we weren't that close yet, it was like you always had a storm tied to you everywhere you go. This university of ours probably thinks the same way, and it's not bad. I'm just saying that people actually fear you."

"I'm not something to be feared, but I guess it's good to know that people out there still know what boundaries are. And yes, I do have a storm tied onto me that I can control, but can't limit."

"It's hard being wild and wicked, huh? I can't really say anything that much, but I'm here for you."

"It is, it really is. The world's messed up, people aren't as genuine as we thought they would be. All of the things that were believed to be magical turns out to be something destructive. It proves how much it affects a person. From being pure and genuine to being heartless and wicked. I mean that's one way of self-care I guess. People can't break you if you're broken already."