My Wife Is Insane

Been awhile, no?

6 April - ...

"Hahahaha, c'mon squirt, fight back. Fuckin' pusseh." she spit on the fallen person, kicking their stomach a few times. The others laughed. "Luz, show this bitch their place for messin' the Banshees." The one all the way in the back sighed, Luz, who appears to be the one being called, shoved her hands in her jacket. "Lower your voice down, Brett, I still got that migraine from earlier." she commented, Brett sent her a quick apology before patting her shoulder and letting her be close to the fallen. "So," Luz crouched down. "you that punk that gave us a shitty title, huh?" she stared at the broken rimmed glasses from the kid who sobbed sorry's in a hushed breath, if she could feel sorrow she would now. She just had none for people. 

Sighing, she got back up and went back. "Huh? Luz, where do you think you're goin'?" Brett asked, confused why the top star would suddenly leave like that. "Just gotta get my precious trophy." 

Long and sturdy, easy to carry and play with it. Without her precious bat, given by someone important that comes and goes of her life, she is nothing. How funny can a thing dignify a person? 

Luz came back with a poker face, the aura seemed intense once she picked up her blood colored bat from the side and slammed the tip on the concrete that cracked heavily. No one is certain if the ground was weak or that her strength was immeasurable. Her teammates backed up a bit and watched herself handle the situation. "Now, now." she crouched again, using her bat as a support beam. "What should I do about you, little pest? Oh, I know; I'll play catch with you and see who will bleed first.. orrrrrrrrr," watching the kid's pupils dilated and seeing them shaking uncontrollably, it couldn't feed her entertainment. It was plain..- "you will be my slave until I'm sick of your face, which option you preferred? I believe option one sounds good for my physique." 

"TWO- OPTION TWO PLEASE" sighing, grabbing the collar from the scared kid and pulling them off, telling 'em to get lost. Luz tossed her bat in the air, it spun and she caught it. Placing it behind her neck, conjoining her arms behind the red bat. She's so bored out of her mind right now that she didn't seem to realize her group was chatting behind her. "Hey, Luz." Brett was now next to her. "Kinda dramatic not gonna lie, why'd ya leave that runt run off?" "Migraine. Did not feel like holding up a chat with some weirdo." "Hah, weren't you also a weirdo when ya were younger? Must be why ya went easy on-" Halting, deadass in her tracks. "That bitch is not worth my fuckin' time, B, I have no sympathy for some lowlife." 

They continued to walk, the other members went home or left to get something done. So there were just a few of them. "Hey," Brett was speaking up again, hopefully not to annoy the star player. "I'll treat you out right now, say whatever that isn't above my budget." 

"Get me some liquor." "Huh? Aight." American movies always show kids to drink and smoke to rebel against the world yet legalize it when they hit 21 for their health. Europeans drink at 14 if it is light beer, around 16 or 18 you can probs drink the harder shit. Can't smoke at 16, however, only 18 and above. 

As they walked to the liquor store not caring for not being legal to drink, the star player saw short brown hair. Looked somewhat familiar, maybe it's the migraine. Could it cause hallucinations? Doubt it. There are people anyways, it's some random stranger perhaps.

"Hey ol' man," Brett leaned on the counter resting their elbows on it. "get me your finest shit, an' some mint." The cashier eyed them carefully, he may be around his 60's which is probs why he can't see jack shit. "Sure, anything else for the fellas on the back?" It was 4 players in total, 1 of them which happens to be Brett at the front, Luz somewhere deep in the aisle. You got Zeke, some transfer student he is. How many was that? Oh, 3 only. The other ran up in the bathroom to wash up, Jez was her name probs. It's maybe short for Jessica? Weird.

Zeke threw a small bag of chips at Brett whom caught it gracefully. Gross. "Luz! You got anything back there?" Brett shouted, waiting for a reply. They got none in return, guessing the star player was busy with sum shit.

"Aight shit, that's unusually quiet. Zeke, go pay the ol' man and carry our shit. Imma find that fucker." Zeke groaned "Fine but you better pay me back you sick fuck. Jesus."

Brett started their weird ass fantasy search, hands shoved in their jacket's pockets. Luz doesn't seem to be here, so Brett went up to the very end of the store. That's where some weird shit are at. Like what? You'll see.

"Oh shit man." Brett gasped. "You seriously got a good one, how much is that shit?" Luz was holding a playboy magazine with the front cover having some lean dirty blonde in red lingerie woman spreading. Now that's the hot shit. "Doesn't say, think the price tag fuckin' fell off dude. I'm gonna ask the cashier later." She turned a page, rotating the magazine seeing a full 2 parts of a lady posing in nude. She whistled. "This is a keep."

"Well you better hurry up with your perverted fantasies, Zeke is complainin'. Let's go, I wanna leave." Brett huffed, walking back to the front with Luz following, her magazine tucked underneath her arm.

Pretty much it's obvious the star player was interested with both genders and the bees, so anyone could have a chance if they dared enough. Brett is closeted still with their attraction, Zeke is pansexual and Jez is a full blown lesbian. She has no shame when seeing someone that matches her type.

Once up the front, Zeke was carrying two plastic bags standing next to Jez who was chewing a pack of gum also carrying a bag that looked heavier than what Zeke is holding. "Yo, is that a porno?" "Yep." Luz popped the p.

"Hey, how much for this?" Luz laid the playboy magazine on the counter, the guy couldn't see shit and couldn't care less. "Don't know, just get it. It's closing time."

Well there's that, she placed the magazine in a new plastic bag she got from the cashier and tied it onto her pants out of laziness. The four of them left the place and walked on the sidewalk. "Soooo," Jez started, blowing up her gum. "There's this party this evening, there's going to be hot chicks." She gleamed, stuck in a day dream. "Oh? Who's hosting?" Zeke asked, Jez leaving her whatever she was doing up there in her mind. "No clue, couldn't care less. Some newbie from outta town is all I've heard from the loansters." Ah yes, there are multiple groups in this little place. You got the populares, players, loansters, yerks and crabs.

Let's take this the easy way:
The populares, basically Latin, are famous brats. Fuck one of them and boom you're out of your league. Although Luz has been having some great fun with them that they considered her as.. special stuff whatever.

Now, the players, where you got the star player and co. Basically they're the most important ones, not even the populares can reach top.

Then the loansters whom, which just says it, loan some stuff. Like cash but frequently, they deal other shit as well like drugs. So useful but greedy people. Fucked up mentally too.

The yerks are losers, remember the kid bein' beaten down all the way at the top? Yup, that's a yerker. They have no power whatsoever and if they want to be known, they either excell at sports or look good with money.

....crabs. Just, crabs. Not literally? Like.. new people basically. Out of town, from the city, suburbs, out of the country, it goes on. If you don't belong here or are known or whatever, you're just.. a crab. Why? Whoever made this political thing likes crabs. Every highschool is like this in reality, just without crabs. Besides Maryland, they love 'em.

"So a crabber? They must have known about our rules here then, sounds like they're planning to become a populares. Whatcha think top star?" Brett interfered, hands behind their head.

Luz grins menacingly, "Well ain't it obvious?" she turns to face B fully "We're gonna ruin the party."