The Undead Prince

Friends

Here Jamie was, five hours later sulking on his seat in his wretched class.

As if moving suddenly wasn't bad enough, the school was ten times worse than he'd initially anticipated. Ok maybe not ten times, but the day could be considered just as bad.

Due to misplacements he had been late to class which obviously got him a good chewing out from his teacher for being 'unpunctual' (He doubts that's even a word) and setting a 'bad example' over the younger 'newcomers'.

He was only two minutes late and that made it more irritating. He'd made it two mins in by sprinting real fast, which was pretty easy considering he was great at athletics.

He may look lanky on the outside with his baggy tee and lose-fitting jeans but under that was strong muscle and rock hard abs, courtesy to the inhuman amount of time he spent in the local gym in his former neighborhood since he had pretty much nothing to do.

He also seemed to have sparked a slight enmity with the weird dude in biology.

He was just being honest, his girlfriend DID look like she had plastic melted all over her face and it wasn't his fault she was all up on him when he entered. She refused to get off!

And the rich kids annoyed him so bad, he was ready to slit their throats open with his damn pencil.

But did it bother him? No. They were obviously attention-seeking, whiny bitches who cared about nothing more than spending their parents money just to grow up to work at a McDonalds.

That was according to his experience.

And they never even repaid.

Imagine, being loved unconditionally, provided with facilities and shelter and kept safe by someone and never thinking of repaying.

He was so immersed in thinking about repaying parents he hadn't heard the bell ring.

BANG!

Thought of train broken, Jamie looked ahead at the sudden sound.

A tall, slim looking guy with sea green irises was staring back down at him.

"It's lunch time dude," he said smiling brightly.

Jamie gave a quick nod and began packing his pretty much useless books.

Half of the information they were supposed to 'learn' wasn't even applicable in real life so he never really understood the need of learning any of it. Maybe it was just him.

He heard a whine.

He looked up. The tall guy was... pouting?

Jamie raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you gonna thank me?"

Jamie look at him, clearly unimpressed and not in the mood, but the dude just didn't seem to understand.

Taking a deep breath in, "Thanks".

And then he was off

"I'm Marco"

"Jamie"

He increased his pace.

"You're new right?", he heard the same high-pitched voice again.

Jamie groaned internally.

What does this guy want? Why did he come here? Why is he trying to communicate with him? Was it his clothes? He made a mental note to ditch the outfit and wear all black and blend in with the walls or something.

He never understood why people tried to communicate with a grumpy gremlin like him.

Maybe ditch the grumpy.

His anger issues weren't that bad , like his dad. Cayden had inherited the anger issues from his mother, while he was more calm and collected.

Though when he was provoked too much, that anger frightened people. He'd once broken his babysitter's arm when he was seven for the sole reason, she didn't give him his favorite flavored icecream, no exaggeration. He'd snapped it clean, he doesn't remember how. The vague memory would always bring a smile on his face. And roughly two years ago he beat some old weirdo for getting too touchy with his younger brother.

His thoughts had been interrupted AGAIN by the same. High-pitched. VOICE.

"Hello?"

"Earth to Jamie?"

"Yes I'm here, now can I please go get lunch for myself?"

"Sure!", he chimed.

"You can even sit with me, it isn't really favorable for new students to roam about on their own.

Jamie scoffed, ignored by Marco.

"You can even meet my friends, they're kinda awkward when it comes to new people but you'll slowly warm up to them."

Was it just him or was the boy suddenly glowing-

Okay, the light was getting too blinding now-

Jamie shrugged.

Looks like he'd managed to make a friend... an annoying one-

So he'd made his mother proud, 'Make friends ok? I can't have my Jamie all alone on his birthday again!"

A small smile took over his face.

Friends...

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