Nemesis

Chapter One

Dennis lazily got out of bed and got ready for the day. He hated going to school more than anything. It wasn't like Dennis was terrible at school. Actually, he was one of the best students in his class with little to no effort.

The sky was overcast, the sun trying to break through the clouds. People walking on the sidewalks were wearing jackets because of the cold weather. Dennis could just barely see his own breath coming out of his mouth.

Every day, he had to walk to school. It was only a ten-minute stroll. Unfortunately, Dennis's ex-best friend lived on the same block as he did.

Regan Lowe and Dennis Gram drifted apart over the years. The last couple of interactions they had, ended with nasty arguments. It was smarter for both of them to avoid each other.

Sometimes, they had to walk to school together. Dennis would purposely stop to check his phone so that he wouldn't be next to Regan.

Today was one of those days, but Dennis had forgotten his phone next to his bed. Regan was the same age as Dennis, but he had always been taller than him.

"I'm cold," Regan grumbled under his breath. His hands were buried in his pockets, trying to keep his fingers warm.

"Wow. I didn't notice." Dennis quipped, his breath showing through the autumn air.

"Shut up, smartass." Regan shot a death glare at Dennis. At this point, they had stopped affecting him, probably because of how often he did it.

"You started it, jerk-off."

"I was talking to myself! Why would you think I would be talking to you?!"

"First off, I'm walking next to you. Secondly, we are the only two people walking on this block. Thirdly, only crazy people talk to themselves. Fourth-"

"Whatever!"

They both resumed walking in silence. The severe tension between them could be cut with scissors.

Neither of them knew who started hating the other. It didn't matter anyway because they are complete opposites. Regan is the schools' best football.

Yes, he is one of those people.

Dennis, on the other hand, is an intelligent and gifted child. However, he is pretty scrawny for someone his age. It seems like all of his fat goes to his face, more specifically, his cheeks.

Within a few minutes, they make it to the school entrance. Once they entered the building, students came walking toward Regan.

Did I mention he was popular?

Their laugher filled the halls. Sometimes, Dennis would listen in to their conversations and would quietly laugh along.

What? He couldn't help it.

Dennis made it to his locker. The words: "FAGGOT" was spray-painted on it. He ignored it and silently opened his locker and shoved his stuff in. Then he took out a few notebooks and slammed his locker.

As fast as possible, Dennis rushed to his class. If he weren't quick enough, the older students would beat him up.

Usually, Dennis would be one of the first students in the class. So he would have to wait for everybody else to take their seats. Dennis would pass the time by sketching something random that popped into his mind.

The students slowly trickled into the classroom—most of them weren't even in their seats, just talking to friends.

It was effortless to tell when Regan entered the classroom. Where ever he went, laughing and talking would follow.