An Introvert's Burn Book

Hello, Hellbrook

(A/N)

This isn't a Logan Lerman fanfiction. If you bothered to read the story description or the title at all, you'll probably deduct that I, the author, am the main character. No, I'm not, you're being stupid. This story is going to be about a quiet, tall boy who goes into high school and all the bull he had in his life. I put it under Teen Fiction, because there will be some romantic and emotional mind f=cks here and there. Don't worry, most of this story are his thoughts. They're in italics. kk bye.

I woke up this morning to the constant, monotonous beeping of my alarm. And by that, I mean my phone, because clocks apparently don't do sh=t no more. I picked it up and turned off the alarm. Just as I was about to leave and get dressed, something caught my eye on the edge of my screen.

August 12, 2014

08:30 PM

Jeremy W : "U done yet"

I had to pick up Jeremy today.

Shit.

As I raced down to the basement, my mom called a good morning after me. I screamed a "bye" loud enough to be apparent over the engine's roar.

As I rode down to Jer's house, Sugar We're Goin' Down came up and I started to nod and tap on the steering wheel along to the beat. My pitch black hair ran in the wind and I put on my sunglasses. Thank you, unnaturally strong wind gust of LA. As I pulled to a stop in front of my bestie's house, I pulled out my phone and texted back, "yea". I waited for a few minutes until a mop of blonde hair appeared in the doorway of the Wath house. Jeremy then appeared, wearing his red-rimmed glasses.

He waddled to the driver-side seat and sat down, catching his breath. We quickly took off. "So?", he waited, expecting something to spill from my milk-carton-like-mind non-stop. "Yeah?", I continued, not quite catching it.

"Your date."

Jer, I'm not obsessed with my love life. Nor am I as girly as you.

I gestured with my head for him to go on.

"With Mel."

Ah... Melanie. She's a bitch.

"We're not dating."

"That's not what she told me.", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Really? What did she tell you?" I took of my sunglasses and scrunched my eyes as I sighed.

Jeremy looked around uncomfortably. "That you said you're in love with her?"

I should have saw that coming, shouldn't I?

"Saw what coming?", Jeremy lifted a brow.

"Did I say that out loud?", I coolly uttered.

"Uh, yeah. I think you did. So, do you-"

"We're late. Come on.", I interrupted skillfully as the engine die down.

Many students littered the green fields and the stone path that led to the red wooden double doors. The scenery was accompanied with the school bell ringing and the loud chatter of friends and some enemies. I parked and we ran towards the gate like it was a bucket of water in the middle of the Brooklyn fire. We then passed a gigantic plaque that read, "Wallbrook High School". Well, supposed to. Some genius had spray painted "He" over the "Wa" making it "Hellbrook High School".

He's not exactly wrong, is he?

I then continued running after Jer to the gates of "Hellbrook".