Alder Quinn: A Short Story

How someone's very presence could grate on my nerves like a constant hum of a lopsided metal fan was beyond me. But that's exactly what Alder Quinn's very existence was, an annoyance. No matter what was happening, you could always be assured of one thing; he was doodling absentmindedly in class instead of paying attention. How he got away with it was beyond me. I wouldn't have minded it if it wasn't for the fact that the class was Past World History 594 Advanced Honors, which on the easiest day was a blur of information that I couldn't seem to retain for longer than five minutes. Part of me can't even remember why I signed up for the damn class in the first place. I don't even like history! But here I was, stuck in a classroom for three …show more content…
I bit at the end of my pencil as I glanced over at him, his eyes were unfocused not even looking down at his notebook as his pencil quickly etched away at the page. Never once stopping or erasing. Arrogant prat probably was also a natural artist. I was only one row behind him with three chairs between us, but I couldn't quite make out was he was drawing. Slowly, I leaned further forward in my chair as I tried to catch a peek at what he was doodling. It had to be something more interesting than the lecture--then again, it didn't take much to beat the Second World War when it came to the interesting department, relevancy would have been enough. "Hey, could you stop?" "Huh?" I sounded taking my pencil out of my mouth as I looked up at Alder Quinn, who seemed to tower over me. I looked back at his desk, which sat empty except his notebook still left open. "Ya, stop. I know it's your own pencil, but like, please. Pencils deserve more than you chewing on them while you glare at me." I blinked awkwardly at his request, it's all I could do. I glanced around at the room, expecting to see fellow students gawking or even the professor giving us a pointed look for interrupting. But there was no one. I quickly look at the clock in confusion. Shit, class ended 10 minutes ago. Did I really just zone …show more content…
Though somewhat muscular he was more on the lean side, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the tattoos. I'd seen them before and though a rarity on campus there were a few older Mutts who had some before they came to the Institute. I walked forward until I could get close enough to really see them. They seemed scattered from one another, each their own masterpiece. The main one that caught my attention was in the middle of his upper back. It was of one of those old-fashion quill pens drawing a black outline of an eye with patches of varying colors that mixed with one another. It was beautiful. "I never pegged you as a tattoo