Picasso and The Delinquent (Phan)

Trouble Makers

Introduction

Phil's POV

"Ok now just hold very still, I'm almost done."
I watch Austin take centuries to tattoo a simple anarchy symbol on the un inked part of of my wrist.
"This is taking way too long, you obviously have no idea what you're doing." I say rolling my eyes

"Hey, look here I been tattooing before your ass grew two front teeth. So shut up and let the master do his job." He bragged. "Besides, don't you have enough of these things already? Anymore of this crap and you'll look like a walking Picasso."

"What are you, my mum? I can have as many tattoos as I want." I said proudly. I mean really I could, my parents didn't give a shit. I've got them wrapped around my arms and legs, and not one time has my mother complained, cause she's practically scared of me.

"He's just mad because he's too pussy to get any of his own." I hear Oli say from the back room blowing out cigarette smoke. "Oh please! I'm not afraid to get one.... I'm just-"

"I have more tattoos on my ass than you have on your entire body Austin, save you breath." I laugh hysterically. It was funny to watch them argue.

"Why don't you just fill your mouth with whatever your smoking and shut the hell up!" He says, aggressively cleaning it off. He dries it, then steps back in confidence. "Looks rather sexy, if I do say so myself."

"Looks like a deformed testicle if you ask me." Oliver says scrunching up his face. They go about arguing, as I go to the mirror. Oliver was actually wrong for once, it looked great. I finally had my own anarchy symbol. I was seriously gonna impress every girl I could with it. But I got it in honor of my favorite bands from the past (Black Flag, Sex Pistols etc.) bless some of their souls.

"Phil get your gay ass out of the mirror, I'm closing up shop!" I hear Austin yell. I walk away from the mirror and walk out to the streets with them.

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"So what's the plan for this school year you guys?" Oliver asks.

"To not give a shit, fail and hope to god they'll still pass us?" I answer.

"Depending on the class I agree with you, they just posted our schedules on the website." Austin says pulling out his phone.

Oliver and I do the same. I scroll down the school website. Ugh, if the back to school commercials weren't bad enough, pictures of the school took the damn cake. I read down to my name. Ah, there it is, Phil Lester. Let's see...... Environmental Science, ugh calculus, economics, American Literature and..............what the hell is this?

"Art? I'm gonna be in art."

They both look at me then each other, I knew where this is going.

"I'm assuming neither one of you have art........."

Both of them shook their heads. Dammit I was gonna be alone with a whole bunch of art nerds for the ENTIRE school year. Just my luck.

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At school.....

Ah....Central High. So we meet again, in spite of the smell of ass coming from the public bathrooms and the bug infested classrooms, I was happy to be back. You ask am I happy to be back for the joy of education, tests, and 8 periods of hell? God no. For the joy of causing chaos just so it won't seem so boring? You go it.

"Look at Regina West, god what would I give to lift that skirt." Austin says from behind me. "I pretty sure since you smell like you've crapped your pants, she won't even come 2 feet close to you." Oli says. I watch Austin cautiously smell his shirt. Ha, my friends were the best.

I slap hands with my fellow trouble makers and wink at every girl I make eye contact with. I was known for causing problems, but I wasn't a jerk.

I walk into Ms.Roger's class with a teeth revealed. She rolls her eyes and does a fearful sigh. I don't know why she tried so hard not to like me. "How are you this shitty morning Ms.Roger?" I ask politely. She scoffs and straightens the files on her desk. "The day has suddenly gone rotten, if you must ask, Mr.Lester."

I make my way to the back of the class where I usually sit. This year was gonna be a breeze, considering I didn't really do anything. My friends are in my classes, my classes are easy as hell, no worries.

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Last period...........

"Man you should've seen the look on Mr. Riggs face when I walked in, haha classic!" Austin says. We all laughed together. "Shit you think that's funny, Ms.Roger looked like a hornet stung the back of her neck when she saw my face." We were all about out of breath, when the late bell rang.

"Aww late again........it would be such a shame to miss important information........." Austin says, spinning his calculus book on his finger. "Then again.......my next class is an ELECTIVE after all...... wouldn't be so bad to not go.........." I watch them both back away slowly from me......that was their code convo for "your on your own kid, we're gonna go get stoned in the bathroom now."

I lazily drag myself to room C340. 3rd Floor. Art class. Something I don't care about. Fuck.

I walk up to the door. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I would finally pass something. Be successful for once.