The Twins And Me (BoyxBoyxBoy)

New Target

Everyone has a daily routine.

If it's your normal school life routine, or your college life, and even your working life. But eventually, everyone settles into one. 

7:15- Wake up.

I never could really remember my dreams.
But this time, I felt like I was forgetting something important.

"Ughhh" I need to get up. Always a struggle.

Maybe just another five minutes?

7:30- Actually get up.

7:35- Take a shower.

I screeched, as a jet of freezing cold water hit me.
"Shit shit shit shit shit" I hopped from one foot to the other, fiddling with the taps.

7:50- Get dressed.

I yanked on a pair of baggy black jeans, that were loose in all the wrong places. The fabric rubbed roughly against my waist and I winced.

''Damn.'' The cuts had not yet healed. How long does it take for some scratches to disappear? Honestly. What a bother. 

I was constantly covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe. I loved to skateboard, but unfortunately, I had yet to learn how to properly break. 

Now, what shirt should I choose?

8:00- run frantically out the door and try to catch the bus.

"Bye mom, see ya later!" I shouted and grabbed an apple on my way out.

"Don't forget your lunch money sweetie!" She yelled back.

Shit. I totally forgot. I leaped back into the kitchen and took some bills from the money jar on the counter.

Then I skidded out the door, grabbing my skateboard along the way.

The bus stop was only about a seven minute walk from my house, half that time if I was riding. I only took the bus on the way to school, and skated the way back, since it was completely downhill, so I could just ride all the way home without stopping. 

Also, that way I could avoid the twins. They only took the bus home. 

Shudder. The twins. Horrible horrible thoughts, begone!

I got to the stop just in time. The bus honked as it pulled up and I did a little victory dance in place. Another great timing by Riley, The Lord Of Getting-To-The-Bus-On-Time!

The doors creaked open, I grabbed the railing, stumbling on the stairs, earning a couple of laughs.

"Hey, kid. Careful not to scratch my bus with that board." I nodded at the driver, a wrinkly old cranky man, and walked to my seat.
My seat was second to last, the last row reserved for the potheads on the way to school. The bus jerked suddenly sending me flying into the middle seat of the back row.

"Sorry, this seat's taken, fag. " 

No.

No.

No!

I was currently sprawled out across Jay's lap.

This can't be happening. Not now. Not today! I was having such a good day! Well, the beginning of one.
I turned around, looking around desperately for a free seat, far away from the back row. It seemed like everyone had the same idea as me. 

"Aw Jay look, the little faggot has no place to sit. How sad." 

Jay smirked down at me, his hard grey eyes squinting slightly. 

Why were they here? They only ever rode the bus back from school, and even those days where rare. He was wearing a button down sky blue shirt today. His sun kissed chestnut hair swept to the side, the perfect bedhead look.

"S-sorry" I scrambled back, scooped my board off the floor and turned to make a run for it. Now, here's some background for you. Jay, short for Jason, and Ryder are twins straight outta the firey pits of hell. While Jay has grey steel and unyielding eyes, light brown hair, a slight bronze tan, is lean but muscular, (kind of like a swimmers build), Ryder had dyed his hair a raven black colour, paired with bottle green eyes with so much depth you could practically drown in them. Like some sort of endless void. He has a very well built muscular body that practically screamed 'don't mess with me'. Sort of like a bodybuilders bulk. In fact, the only resemblance between the twins anymore is their rotten attitude towards me. 

They were beautiful. And they knew it.

  "Sorry" I squeaked out again when a firm hand grabbed me and yanked me back into jays lap. He shoved me off onto the seat next to him. "Just sit man" He muttered. 

 Breathe Riley, you're fine. 

The bus made another sudden jerk to the right, sending my board flying into Jay. Why couldn't I just catch a break?

"Fuck. Ouch." He grunted, shoving the skateboard back into my hands, glaring at me. The term "if looks could kill" flashed through my mind. By now I'd be six feet under. "Watch it, dude. You could seriously fuck someone up like that!" "Sorry sorry" I all but whispered.

"Shit dude, is that like the only word you know? You haven't actually said anything else. Are you like, retarded or something?" Ryder barked out a laugh and Jay grinned.

I weighed my options, coming to the conclusion that simply shutting up was the best choice here. 

The twins basically ruled the school. No one messed with them, for fear of total annihilation. If you were male, they'd beat you to a pulp, for simply bumping into them or less. No one would talk to you, and you would become a total loser in the eyes of the whole school. For the girls- if you somehow crossed them you'd become "undatable". Your reputation would be ruined, you'd be isolated. I should know.
I used to have a friend. Her name was Katie. In 10nth grade she developed a crush on Jay and asked confessed later that year. He made her the laughingstock of the school and the bullying had gotten so bad that she begged her parents to change schools. Her dad had actually recently received a job offer in New York, so it worked out well in the end, and she moved away. I was wary of the twins, they had literally taken my best friend away from me. For the past year I had kept my distance, avoiding them at all costs. And here I was sitting next to them on the bus to school.

I sat there, for around ten minutes picking at the loose thread from my sleeve. I had chosen to wear my maroon baggy sweater, that completely engulfed my slim figure. I had no muscle mass anywhere on my body, about average height, messy dirty blonde hair that created a halo around my thin face. All in all, boring and completely ordinary.

I looked up from my wringing hands, only to catch Ryder grinning at me. I quickly averted my gaze back down. Why was he even looking at me? Was I going to be the next target?

Jay glowered at me, his eyes hardening. He looked utterly disgusted. What the hell? What had I done to piss him off? Ryder clicked his tongue in irritation. 

It was a well known fact that while both twins barely tolerated people, Ryder was more approachable, while Jay barely tolerated people. But since when was I even a person in their books?

"U-um... " What was I doing? Why was I even talking? Thankfully the bus finally pulled up in front of the school. I leaped out of my seat, darted off the bus and made a break for my classroom.

What the fuck just happened? And worse, was I the new target?