Hell Hound

Chapter Two: Table Buddies

Marty
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I threw my book bag on my bed and hurriedly stuffed books I'd been studying with last night into it. My alarm hadn't been on, or if I were to take another guess I'd say my older brother unplugged it. Something he's known for doing.

I put my bag over my shoulders and ran downstairs. Making a stop at the bathroom, I brushed through my hair quickly and groaned at the shiner on my eye. After that punk yelled at me for messing with the marching band member and drove off, the older brother of said member got me. I didn't hit back but I have no doubt I could've taken him.

" Marty Angelo Brooks, you get your ass back up these stairs and make your bed! " my uncle yelled. As unpleasant as it is to be yelled at by a teacher for arriving in class late, it's even more unpleasant to be scolded by your parental units, am I right? So I grudgingly went back up the stairs, back to my bed, and made sure there wasn't a wrinkle to be seen on my bed set. (Okay, exaggerating a bit) Just the way he liked it. If it were my way, I'd have the sheets half off and my duvet crumpled in a ball.

I can complain about my uncles habits, but to be honest, I can't complain about the man himself. After being removed from my birth parent's house due to a slight disagreement, he took me in and raised me. And despite seeming like a rough guy with all his tattoos and motorcycles, there's no man I can think of who can raise a kid better.

He slapped me on the back, " Good job, kid. Just like I taught ya. Now, I'll take these, " he slipped my cigarettes out of my back pocket " and you can be on your way. "
I chuckled and flipped him off before jogging downstairs and out the door, kicking my skateboard off the porch and jumping on it as it rolled down the pathway.

Halfway there I decided to plug in my headphones and blare some Guns N' Roses. You're Crazy started playing and I did flips on my board. In no time I arrived at the school and I sighed. Arriving at hell has always been the worst part of my day.

I kicked my board up and carried it with me inside. I'll have to take it to class with me because I know if I'm any later the teacher will cut my balls off and wave them in front of the entire class all while saying " See, students?? This is what happens when you decide to be late! " But seriously, she would. She already talks about her sex life in front of us. Not that it's particularly interesting.

I knocked on the door to my science class. Apparently we can't just open them anymore because of lockdown protocols.

It flung open to a very annoyed looking Mrs. Dew. " Marty, glad for you to join us. Take a seat. " I scoffed and began to walk toward my best friend Avery who had saved a seat for me, but was interrupted, " I don't think so. Not today, school skipper. You'll be sitting next to Padeli. "

I turned to her with what had to be the most confused look ever, " Who? " She smirked and motioned toward the same kid that had freaked out on me the previous night. I chuckled humorlessly and shook my head, " You've got to be kidding me. I didn't even skip school, I just woke up late. You're dealing out an unfair and unnecessary punishment, Mrs. Dew. " She shrugged and slapped a detention slip onto the table so I gave up and sat next to the kid with anger issues.

The teacher passed out an assignment that we had to work with our " table buddy " to finish. I gritted my teeth in annoyance but put the paper in between us and faced toward him.
" Alright, temper. Let's get this done. " I said rudely. He looked at me as if I had two heads.
" My name is Alistair, not temper. I don't need fake nicknames like you, trigger. " I rolled my eyes at his lame ass. The nickname was given to me by my uncle because I have borderline personality disorder, and when I told Devon about it he started calling me that and so the entire school did as well.

" Whatever. " I said. I didn't feel like arguing so I grabbed the paper and started the work on my own.
" Hey! Let me help! You'll probably get all the answers wrong with how many brain cells you've killed. " he snapped. I shoved him back when he tried grabbing the paper, knocking him out of his chair. He got back up and slapped me upside the head then grabbed the paper when I lifted my hand to my head.
" What the fuck, man? " I barked.
He smirked and looked over the paper. A frown replaced his smirk though and I started to feel nervous. If they're all wrong that's going to be embarrassing.

" What is it? " I asked.
" Well, they're all right. "
I felt smug and crossed my arms while leaning back in the chair.
" Alright. So what's the problem? "
He cleared his throat and pushed the paper back to me.
" Nothing. Just put our names on it and turn it in. "

I was going to do just that but changed my mind. " No. Tell me and then I'll turn it in. "

" Don't be a dick, trigger. Turn it in. " he said in his prissy way.
I put the paper in my bag and threw it over my shoulder. " Bell is about to ring. You're being complicated. I guess it just won't get turned it. "

He raised his hand and the teacher looked up from her book, " Yes, Padeli? "

" Sorry to bother you, but Mr. Brooks refuses to turn in our finished paper. "

She looked at me with a glare, " Is that right.. "

I rolled my eyes and came up with something quick, " No, that's not right. It's not our paper, it's my paper. Alistair didn't do any of the work. "

She laid her book down and grabbed two pieces of paper before walking over to us and handing them out, " You can both sit in detention this afternoon during your lunch period. "

Just great.