Sorry for the long wait! Didn't think procrastination would overcome me, but I beat it and was able to update this story! HERE YOU GO!
Lockers, banners for upcoming events, classroom doors, all what Exodis sees as he walks with Olivia through the halls of his high school. He looks at her for a split second, with her putting her head down immediately. He chuckles, asking “Why do you do that a lot? I know my face looks bad, but it’s okay to stare.” She stares at him for a few seconds, saying “Well… it’s just,,, you look great today. And don’t say you look bad, because you don’t!” She pouts, as if it were his fault. He laughs, as he catches her off guard with a hug. “Oh man, what would I do without you, Olive? Come on, let’s get in class before the 2nd bell rings!”
Before entering the classroom, she calls on him. “Um, Exo? I was wondering… do… do you…” She blushes, realizing that what she’s saying is idiotic. Staring behind her, Exodis sees that the Winter Ball is tomorrow. Surprised, he a smiles at her and says, “You’re inviting me to the Winter Ball, aren’t ya?” With a shocked look, she stares at him for a few seconds only to respond “Y-yes… I know, it’s a stupid dance but I really want to go with you because I’ve always liked you and I just wa-“He stops her with his finger on her lips, still with that smile on his face. “Olivia, I would love to go to the Winter Ball with you. We’ll both have fun, don’t you worry” As she tries to respond back, the 2nd bell rings. “Shit, let’s talk about this later.” She agrees, and the two love birds enter the class room to their next class.
“With the Civil War ended, Mr. Lincoln went to Gettysburg to perform a speech for both the fallen heroes and those still living, giving us The Gettysburg Address. This speech…” Exodis listens to Ms. Tenenbaum explain her lesson about the Civil War, while surrounded by his other classmates, including Olivia. He stares at her for a bit, and she stares back. “Winter Ball with her? This’ll be fun. Besides, I’ve been wanting a date to go with to the dance” He thinks as he’s writing his notes down. Suddenly, a phone call rings in the classroom. She stops the lesson and stares at the class with annoyance. “Kids, phones never existed during this time, only telegrams. Why, then, would I be listening to the loud ringing of such a device when I’m on the roll? Turn it off, for the love of God.”
Suddenly, Exodis realizes it was his phone ringing. He stares at the number, only to find it’s a blocked number. He turns the phone off, and apologizes to the teacher. “Well then, let’s get back to the show! Now, while the North celebrated their victory…” Exodis is still wondering how his phone rang when he knew he turned it off. He shrugs it off, thinking he probably forgot to. His phone then rings again, only louder. The teacher’s head slouches, then staring at Exodis with agitated eyes. “Mr. Alverez, is there a problem with your phone? Did you not get the recent update?” He stares at his phone puzzled, with the same ‘Blocked Number’ text he had before. “Can I take this call? It seems to be important.” She allows him to leave the class, and she resumes the lesson.
He exits the classroom, and answers the phone. “Hello? Look, I’m in the middle of class and I would appre-“He was stopped by a voice he hasn’t heard in a long time. “Hello, Exodis. It’s nice to hear your voice again.” His look, full of shock and surprise, cannot believe who he’s listening to after so many years. “… Dad?” “Hi, kid. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” With so many questions rushing through his head, Exodis only asks the first question he’s been meaning to ask since his departure: “Why did you leave us, dad? I’ve missed you, and your daughter as well. You know, the one you left behind days after her birth!” He sounded angry, but he should. Years without contact, and he calls him at this moment? “I know,” He responds. “It has been years, haven’t it? And that’s good, you’ve had enough time to grow and become… 17 now? You’re almost a man, Exodis. And that’s why I need your help.” He sounded worried, as if he truly needed his son’s help for something big. Still, that didn’t contain Exodis’s anger. “What help, dad? You call me now just for help? Why don’t you help us, your family, \ for support?!” He feels bad for screaming at him, but he doesn’t care.
Silent, he waits for his father’s response. “Dad! Answer me!” And so, he did. “Because our world is going to be destroyed, Exodis. You, your mother, your sister, your friends, they are all going to die unless you help me.” He was caught off guard by such a response. The world is ending? But how? And why? He played along. “What do you mean? I need proof, dad. I can’t just take your word for it, for something this ridiculous.” His father smirks, knowing he’d be asked a question like that. “I’m glad you asked, my boy. You still have that bracelet I gave you?” Exodis stares at the thing, wondering why he would ask. “Yeah, I do. Why?” Chuckling, he says “Put your phone on speaker.” He turns his speaker on, not caring who’ll hear. Before his life was changed, Exodis’s father said “You want proof, son? Here you go. GAIOS, ACTIVATE!”