It's Just Me

2 - School

"Hey K." I was greeted when I walked into school. It was my best friend, Skye. She was the only girl in school who I didn't hate right off the bat.

"Hey Blue." I greeted back, earning an annoyed sound from Skye.

"I hate that fucking nickname. Change it." She orders while the two of us walk to my locker.

"Okay, how about Cloudy?"

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I'm your asshole." I respond, opening my locker. My locker was an organized chaos, chaos in the meaning it was a complete and utter shithole, the organized part meaning nothing ever spilt out.

"How's the dads?"

"Joel stole my pancakes."

"Isn't Joel the only one who makes pancakes?"

"Yeah, but I made a snarky remark about them being loud - if you know what I mean - and Joel did not like that. Thankfully I got two pieces of bacon in." I answered, pulling out my math book.

"Good, your too god damned skinny."

"It's just genetics."

"Well, I need to file a complaint againts my genetics." Skye comments, making me laugh.

"How about your family, what's up with you?"

"My mom still thinks she can fix me." Skye answered. Skye's parents are the type of parents who would run a school of etiquette. With a daughter with rebellious teal hair and tattoos, the problem wasn't hard to find.

"That sucks. Anything else?" I close my locker door and we head to homeroom, the place were I try not to break a table out of anger.

"They want to know why they haven't met your parents yet."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah." Skye's parents also didn't like same sex relationships. If her parents found out that my parents are gay, I am pretty sure Skye would be pulled from school.

"How did you answer?"

"I said your parents are always busy and shit like that. You know, the usual excuse."

"I hate that this is now called the 'usual excuse.' We have to tell them at some point."

"How about graduation day?"

"Skye, we are Freshman. You have to tell them at some point."

"Yeah, but not until you get a new friend. I don't want you lost without me." Skye remarks, earning a side kick from me. We walk into homeroom together, and I feel an aura of stupidity as soon as I walk in. Ugh. People.

My eyes scan the room, glossing over the groups of people.

The Jocks.

The Nerds.

The Girly-Girls.

The Bitches.

The Readers.

The Gamers.

Hate them all.

Except Gamers, Gamers are okay.

They usually were the only ones that respected the fact that I have two dads.

But, to be honest, they watch Rooster Teeth.

Skye and I take to the back of the room, and I notice the Bitches stop and glare at us. We ignored them, obviously, and took to the corner. We usually sat in the corner, easier to defend from a tactical point, easier to ignore from a teenage point.

We took our usual spots and were about to talk about the usual shit, but three Bitches approached the table.

"Look what the cat disgraced." Molly Woods, the Queen Bitch, chirped with a certain venom. Oxymoronic, I know.

"Look what my dog would tear to pieces." I nonchalantly reply. "What do you want Hollywood?"

"It's Molly." She hissed through her teeth. "And I don't need some emo jackass smudging up the class reputation."

"That's why we sit in the corner." Skye replied in a mocking sing-song voice. "You're welcome!"

"Plus, we aren't emo. We are badasses. Not everyone is a conformist like you." I reply, still in my calm voice. Molly gives a 'hmph' and walks back to her spot. I smile a smile of victory and fist bump Skye.

"Bitch got her medicine."

"Indeed." I reply, watching the door creak open and close. It was the teacher, meaning that I had to endure the seven shitty hours of school.