The blind boy

part 1

1

"Hurry up Steven, we're gonna be late to practice!" said Jack.
"I don't care if I'm late--unlike you, I have a perfect life laid out in front of me. I don't need to try."
"Just because you got a football scholarship to OSA doesn't mean you should stop trying. In fact, you're going to have to try even harder."
"Whatever," I said as I let out a sigh.
There are two types of people in this world: The ones like me that are effortlessly successful, and the ones that are pathetic losers. Life was designed for people like me, not for people like Jack. I pity Jack. He will never be half as good as me even if he tried. My life is going to be glamorous, I already know it. But Jack's life.. not so much.
After practice, we walked over to the cafeteria for lunch.
    "Party at my place tonight?" Bryce asked the entire football team.
The boys all said yes but I didn't want to go because I still felt drunk from the party last night.
    "Nah I'm not feeling it," I said,
Bryce and the boys shot a stunning look--probably because partying is my middle name.
    "Boys, you hear that? Who would have thought that Steven Pierce would miss a party." Bryce said in an insulting tone.
    "Shut up, my fucking head is killing me from last night. I shouldn't have done the keg stand after drinking 7 shots of vodka."
    "Come on you're just a little bit hungover. Don't be a little bitch," said Bryce.
Does Bryce even know who he's talking to? He's talking to me, Steven Pierce. I'm the school football star, and I have everything but what is he? He's a loser. He gets rejected by girls daily when I get asked out every day. He has no right to call me a little bitch.
But he did have a point. Only pussies miss parties, and I'm not one so I'm going to suck up my headache and go to the party.
    "Fine, I'll be there."
By the time we finished this conversation, we were at our lunch table. I got up to go get some food from the cafeteria--I was starving. I was planning on getting something other than a salad, but everything else looked like a carb bomb waiting to bloat my body like crazy, and I had to be in good shape so I just got a salad as usual. When I got back to our lunch table, the boys looked serious.
    "What's going on?' I asked.
    "We're pulling a prank," said Jack.
Although we pull pranks often, I still feel excited --I love a good prank.
    "On who?"
    "Well that's what we're debating on.. Have any ideas?" said Bryce.
As soon as Bryce finished his sentence, Aaron, the wheelchair kid wheeled by us.
I motion my head to the scrawny kid in the wheelchair.
"Aaron??" Bryce said with a surprised tone.
    "He's disabled--isn't that a little cold?" he said.
    "Who cares, it'll be fun!"
I didn't understand what the fuss was all about. Yeah, he's disabled... But so what.?
    "No, we shouldn't do that. That's crossing the line," said Jack.
    "Ok, whatever." I said.
People are so sensitive these days, it's aggravating. Whenever I make a joke, someone almost always gets offended by it. They have such thin skin. We ended up not doing the prank.