No More Wasting Time

Chapter 1

When I first moved here, I was angry as shit. There's no other way to put it. I wanted to go back and live my life again. But my mom didn't want to deal with me anymore, even though she was never home and never truly cared. But anyways, she shipped me off to my father's, and to my luck, I find out he's planning on marrying someone, and the lady has a fucking kid. That just put me in a worse mood. I can't deal with siblings because I've always been an only child, which meant that I didn't need to worry about stupid sibling shit.

I hated it.

When I arrived, my father could tell I wasn't happy, and since he knew I could be a troublemaker, he immediately warned me to be friendly and not ruin anything. Fuck that. Telling me to be friendly and listen like a dog boiled my blood. Deep down, I knew it wasn't the lady's fault for my messed up mother's parenting skills. But it just annoyed me because my mother wasn't caring like that. My mother didn't bother cooking or checking up on me. She didn't bother to ask me how my day was, and she definitely didn't bother with raising me at all.

My father did most of the work until he had enough and divorced her. He tried to keep me out of the arguments and issues between them, and it wasn't like he just up and left. He stayed in town for a year or two after the divorce, and I had just turned fifteen when he told me he was going to move. I was mad because he was leaving, but he did ask me to go with him. But I saw how successful he was, and then I saw how my mother was, and I knew I couldn't just leave her. So I stayed.

I felt betrayed when he got engaged. I wanted to see if we could be a family again and when I moved, I hated seeing how happy he was with this new lady. I hated seeing how good of a soon-to-be wife she was. That wasn't my mom. She changed after she gave birth to me, or so I concluded. My father never confirmed it, but I connected the dots after talking to other family members and looking at pictures. My mother used to have a beautiful smile. Photos after my birth, the smile was never there. My father was the one holding me in every picture. Knowing all this and seeing it all made me jealous and angry.

Then there was the stupid kid. He was quiet and obedient. It made me sick. He was the good kid, the perfect son who got good grades and showed respect. We were complete opposites, you could say. When school started, I made sure to get my way to the top, which was pretty easy. Girls I couldn't care less for surrounded me, and I became friends with the guys. I'd see Diego around, but we never talked. As far as the school knew, we didn't even know each other's names. At first, I thought he was a loner, but I would see him with some girl, and I was impressed. She wasn't bad looking and had some pretty friends of hers too. And then I saw him. As soon as I saw him, I hated him. I didn't know who he was, but I could tell that I just hated him. He was a fucking headache, a pain in the ass.

Of course, I just had to find out his name. I couldn't ask Diego because I didn't talk to him and hated him too, so I asked the girls, and some of them actually liked him. It made me hate him even more. Max Davis. His name was also annoying. It was easy to see that he had his eyes set on the girl that hung out with them, which annoyed me to no end. The chick played nice, but I could tell she was an asshole. An asshole can sense another asshole, and my senses were flying all over when I saw and met her.

I was hoping I would be able to break off the relationship between my father and that lady. But he ruined it by finding a house and making us live together. But to my luck, that's how I found out about Diego's secret crush. I suspected something was up from the quick glances he'd give Victor. Lucky for me, Victor and I were tied to the hip and were constantly hanging out. He didn't even know who Diego was; he had never noticed his face in the school halls.

Then the game began.