Painless

Chapter 2

I wake up to the sound of my phone's alarm clock ringing, letting me know it's 6 am and I have to go to school. I groan as I roll in my bed, trying to hit the snooze button but in the end give up and get out of bed.

I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, realizing I've still got the huge bandage over my forehead and that I'd have to go to school with it on my head.

It would be so much cooler if I could just go without it so the wound would be visible to everyone.

I wash my face and get out of my black skinny jeans just to get into my other black skinny jeans that had a huge hole in both knees. I realize I'm still shirtless so I dig out a grey tank top from my drawer that contains muffled clothes. Trying to iron it by doing up and down strokes over it, I give up and decide I'd just go with what I've got.

Then I put on my black Vans and stuff my phone in the back pocket of my jeans, ready to leave for school.

Picking up my nearly empty backpack with barely three books inside of it and a nearly gone small pencil, I walk out of my house and stand in front of the porch, waiting for Michael and the guys to pick me up.

I can't wait to get my driving license. It's so irritating to see all of them brag about driving a car and having to pick me up for school every day like I'm some kind of a child.

I tap my foot on the ground as I look in the direction they're supposed to come, and a minute later I see a car approaching.

Michael parks the car right in front of me and I quickly open the door and hop inside, greeting them but bumping their fists.

"Your mum fixed you good." Jacob laughs, looking at my bandage. He knows that the bandage is my mum's fault because if she didn't help me, I'd either have elephant band aids or no band aids at all.

"I know. She gave me the 'how many times have I told you' and 'you'll get killed' speeches again." I roll my eyes as I lean my hand outside the opened window. My eyes widen as I examine my arm more carefully.

"Oops. I didn't even see this." I show the bruise to Josh and he makes a painful face, as if he felt that pain that caused my bruise. I shrug, deciding to ignore it.

We arrive to school for about fifteen minutes and exit the car. I debate wether or not I should ditch school today, not really wanting to listen to the boring biology teacher talk about her experience on the countryside when she saw two horses breed.

"Man, my classes today are a pain in the ass crack." Michael groans as if he's read my thoughts. Josh and Jacob part with us since they have classes in the west building so we say bye to them and continue walking to our school entrance.

"Same. I have four classes at 'Mrs. I love the smell of mice so I'm just gonna talk about how furry they are'." I laugh. Michael looks at me with a grin of his face and I already know he's got an idea in his head.

"What?" I ask.

"There's a volleyball practice today, we should skip school and go watch." Michael suggests, wiggling his eyebrows until I can't keep a serious face anymore. He's always so horny and in need to stare at female booty, if he doesn't find a fuck buddy soon I'm afraid he'll turn gay and try to fuck me.

I don't mind gay people, not at all, I just don't feel comfortable with the thought of someone's thing being in my ass.

I'm not saying I don't enjoy female volleyball, though. Tell me which guy doesn't like female volleyball that isn't homosexual and he'll probably be considered gay anyway.

Like Jacob, for instance. He came out a year ago and he never liked female volleyball. We always teased him about being gay whenever we'd go see a match and he would just stay quiet so we became curious.