'don't give a fuck' attitude. / tyler joseph | ✓

one.

It never was this way. This attitude, this lifestyle. I wasn't born this way. Isn't that impossible in itself? I can't explain why i'm like this now. Maybe sometime in the future. Maybe you'll understand farther in the story. So, for now, go with it. Try to understand. Maybe you will.

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Ring! The final bell rang with an ear wrenching sound, making your head flip. I stood up, grabbing my things as Sarah eyed me from across the room. I walked out of the classroom. Without a single word from the biology teacher. I needed to end the waiting, now. I went to my locker and grabbed my stuff as I walked down the hall, not looking down the hall for Sarah. Why the hell was she so late today? I flipped my hair over my shoulder and made my way through the back door, Sarah finally getting her shit together and catching up.

"What the fuck took you so long?" I said to her, nudging her with my bag as she walked. I rolled my eyes when she just gave me a sassy grimace. I went to grab it out of my pocket. The beloved cigarettes. Yeah, yeah. High schoolers shouldn't smoke. I get it. But, you think I give a fuck? No. I grabbed my lighter out as some kid ran into me, making me stumble back. I turned around with a harsh look on my face, then it softened as I made eye contact with the boy. I didn't recognize him. I don't think I've ever seen him around school. Does he even go to this school? Hell if I know. I looked down at him hands which were shaking. I furrowed my brow and turned fully to him.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Y-yeah, i'm fine. I-I'm sorry," he said. His nerves were definitely a big part of this kid. I could just tell from looking at him.

"It's fine," I said slowly, probably giving him a weird look as he ran off, back into the school where I had just emerged out of moments before. I turned back to Sarah, who had the same weird look on her face as I did. I chuckled a little. Lifting my bag on my shoulder more. "Have you ever seen him in school before?" I asked curiously. I wondered to myself why I was making a fuss about it.

"Yeah, I think his name is Troy, Tyler. Something like that," she said. Shrugging the question off quickly. I shrugged, too. Continuing to walk behind the school. The usual hang-out spot for Sarah and I. Sarah took the lighter from me, instantly lighting it and blowing out the smoke. Doing it again seconds later. She went to pass me it, blowing smoke away from my face. My fingers coming in contact with the crinkly paper. Words along the side of it. I haven't smoked in three weeks. Holy shit.

"I think I'm going to quit," I said suddenly, passing it back to her before I hit it. She rolled her eyes, smiling goofily.

"Wait, you're serious?" She asked, the goofy smile fading into a stern look once she realized I wasn't kidding. I gave her a chuckle for a second. Looking at how disappointed she looked for a moment.

"Yeah, i'm serious. Why do you look so disappointed?" I asked her in a stern tone. I did throw a little sass in there with it.

"You turning into a 'GG'?" she asked. I cringed at the words. I will never become a 'GG'. A goodie-goodie is not something I will ever become. I got up suddenly. Sarah looking up at me from her spot of the green grass. I brought the edge of my shirt to my nose, smelling. Good, I didn't smell like the smoke. I didn't mind the smell, actually, I loved it. I just couldn't and didn't want to go places smelling like a drug addict. Not a good look for a 17-year-old.

"No, Sarah. I'm just giving up smoking. I've only smoked a two times anyway," I said, running my fingers loosely through my brown and black locks. "The shit sucks."

She gave me a look like I had offended her. Well, I might've. She smokes it herself, too. Which, from what I've smoked, sucks really bad. I started to stride again.

"Goodie-goodie," I heard Sarah mumble under her breath as she breathed out another heap of smoke through her nose and mouth.

"I might come back when your mom learns how to grow some weed that doesn't suck ass." I spun around, sticking both middle fingers up at her and spinning around again and turning the corner of the building. Surprisingly, not hearing any cuss words from Sarah as I walked away. Not saying there were none. That girl is constantly swearing. There isn't a way you could possibly stop it. She probably got it from her parents.

I was most likely late for my tutor, so I strode towards my hall and put my stuff in my locker, retrieving my phone. I looked at the texts, seeing one from my tutor. Shit, this can't be good, I thought. I opened it.

"Won't be able to make it today, sorry."

I groaned loudly, hearing it echo off the lockers. I don't have a ride for another hour. What the fuck am I supposed to do till then? I could always go back out to Sarah, but I was actually serious about quitting, so I can't do that. I sighed, grabbing my school laptop and carrying it to the library. No one was in there except the librarian and a boy with his back turned to me. I sat at a table that was across from him. He would have to turn to see me. He did, indeed look over. The boy from outside looked at me. Instantly snapping his head back to where it was before. The librarian left for something. I wasn't sure what kind of break she could or would be taking at this hour. It was either a break, or she was banging a student, or even possibly the janitor.

"Hey," I said suddenly, making the boy jump. He is nervous. Very nervous.

"H-Hey," he stuttered back. I picked up my stuff and moved over to his table, smiling at him the best I could for being pissed at the moment.

"What's your name?" I asked him. I was curious about him. I didn't know exactly why. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Tyler," he said, full volume. More confident than he was talking before, which sent me aback for a moment.

"Oh, I'm Quinn," I said, leaning across the table and shaking his twitchy hand.

"N-Nice to meet you," he said. He was a really sweet kid. Shy. Three boys suddenly entered the library, locking eyes with me for a moment before stomping over and forcefully pulling Tyler out of his chair, up into the grip of the three boys.

"Well, well, well. Hey little, Ty." The boy taunted him. I lunged up out of my chair. I hated bullying. That might be pretty hypocritical, since i'm a total bitch to everyone. But I don't bully anyone. It still made me mad.

"Guys, back off," I said calmly. Well, as calm as I possibly could when I wanted to kick someone's teeth in.

"What are you going to do about it?" The three boys taunted. I rolled my eyes.

"Back off, dickhead," I said more sternly, glancing at Tyler who had his eyes screwed shut and looked just...vulnerable. One of the guys lunged forward, trying to make me flinch, and when I didn't, they looked a little more intimidated. That's what I was hoping for.

"No," the boy who was holding Tyler said tauntingly. I took the boys' hand suddenly, twisting his fingers in and making his body turn and twist in pain.

"I will cut off your dick and show it to you, got it?" I said, wrenching on his hand a little harder.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," he said pleadingly. I chuckled a little.

"Good, now get the fuck out of here," I swore at him. The three boys walked out of the library, sending glares back at me every few seconds. I looked back at Tyler who just looked at me back.

"T-Thanks, no one has ever stood up for me before," he said. And for the first time, a smile spread across his lips and I could actually say he was quite, cute.