♥Friends With Benefits ♥

Detention

{WARNING!!: HOMOPHOBIC SLURS! SMOKING! DRINKING! SELF HARM! CUSSING! 18+}

{please do not read if you aren't comfortable with this}

1983 Monday September 5th

7:37 A.M

I yawned, reaching over to my alarm trying to turn it off as it continued beeping. I groaned loudly sitting up as the blanket slid down off me slowly, the feeling of the cold air on my body put me in temporary shock as I blinked lazily, I looked around my room, it was a mess like always, another dreadful day at school. I stood up and rubbed my eyes while walking to my closet and picking out a shirt, i got out my long sleeve hellfire club shirt along with some old worn out black jeans with far too many rips and holes.

I tied my hair up in a ponytail and slipped on a few large metal rings, glanced at myself in the mirror for a few moments before smiling and grabbing my bag, Time for the real hell.

I arrived at school early so it gave me just enough time for a short smoke, i took a few small puffs of the cigarette and then put it out on the same brick wall i always smoked by, it had a lot of burn marks on the one brick from the many times i had smoked here, it was my spot. At Least i thought so....Steve harrington came walking over to me along with a few of his punk friends. I groaned loudly in my head, why the fuck couldn't he just leave me alone, boy what i would give to get back at him.

"Well, well well, what do we have here? isn't it against school rules to smoke on the premises, and to top it off your destroying school property," he stuck out his bottom lip and tilted his head at me like I was some kind of idiot and I didn't understand what he was saying.

"Well at least im not a man whore with a two inch DICK" i spat out at him immediately covering my mouth with my hands, he bit the inside of his cheek, there was fire in his eyes.
"I'm going to rock your shit munson-" he was cut off by one of the teachers who put a hand on his shoulder,

"Mr harrington! That language is unacceptable! And Mr Munson that goes for you too. Both of you will have detention this afternoon"

He groaned loudly and immediately started offering the teacher money so he wouldn't have to go. I rolled my eyes and just walked away from class, great now I will have to be stuck with the "King '' all afternoon, just my luck.

Classes were boring as usual, nothing different, just the same teacher talking about the same things, Buckley let me copy off her notes-which I was thankful for. Henderson always waited for me at lunch even if i never ate it.

I walked to the library with my head down hearing the same old normal names, "FAGGOT!" and "QUEER FREAK!!" and "FAT ASS!"

i sighed entering the library noticing steve was already there, i sat on the opposite side of the table and layed my head down, after a minute or so i felt the need to sit up...it felt like i was being watched. i raised y head to see steve staring at me, he turned his head quickly and his cheeks seemed a bit red. i rolled my eyes and just stood up and walked off somewhere else, i side looked at him to see if he was still- WAS HE LOOKING AT MY ASS?!? i quickly turned around to face him

"were you just looking at my ass?!" he choked on the air and looked at me disgusted

"bro what the fuck?!  im not that desperate pretty boy"

for a second, just a second i wanted to beat his ass so fucking hard...

but for some reason my pants grew tight, what the fuck?! 

i took off my jacket and tied it around my waist and turned away, i sat at another table and avoided looking at him, what the hell just happend?! i did not just get hard from him saying that! i glanced at him only to see him staring back and it only got worse, i buried my head in my arms and just sat there bouncing my leg for the rest of detention, god i just wanted to go home back to my baby, i missed my guitar so much....it was the only thing that  me joy other than the hellfire club.

detention ended around 5 and i sat up walking out of the room quickly, steve followed after and went outside to his car and drove off, i walked home and opened the door, "uncle?" i said in a low voice, of course he wasn't home. i walked into my room and smiled. "sorry im late sweetheart" i strummed my guitar before walking back into the small living room, i grabbed a 6 pack and layed down on the couch turning on the small box TV. no point in eating if i dont need to i thought taking a sip of the beer and setting it down as a pulled a small bag from under my couch and rolled up a messy joint. right before i was going to light it s thought came into my head,

"why did he call me pretty boy?" my face flushed res as i lit the joint and smokes it, having already finishes 2 cans o opened a third one and began drinking, so what if i have a handover?  today was rough i deserve this after all, tomorrow was just going to be the same hell.  the hellfire club wouldn't have a campaign until Thursday so i had to suffer for a few more days, time went by quickly i didn't even notice that i had finishes all the beers and burnt out at least 4 joints, the smell of weed filled the trailer as my eyes went heavy and i glanced over at the knife on the counter.......

it wouldn't hurt to try i guess....