You Don't Mean It ||Staig||

||Part One||

TW: Cursing, Smoking, Mentions of drugs, Violence, Bullying 

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Life doesn't always turn out how you want it to. Its bumpy and rocky... But sometimes you can find a gem in the rockiness, but not Craig Tucker. In his life, he couldn't see anything worth waking up for, nothing to believe in, nothing to feel happy about.

He felt like a dumbass, whose parents hated him. 

He stared down at his the steering wheel, focusing on the black stitching. Everything fit together neatly, every fiber having somewhere to belong. 

He drove on silently, occasionally looking down at the wheel. He didn't see the point of going to school anymore. He was a junior with horrible grades. His highest grade... was about a sixty three D. He had just about given up on trying. 

The deadpan boy pulled into the parking lot of his so familiar high school. He parked the small truck he drove and slowly slipped out, his fingers lingering against the wheel as he grabbed his bag. He pulled the keys from his truck and went about his business. 

Not bothering to lock the truck... not simply because he didn't care. He wished actually, that someone would steal it and run him over, ending his pointless and sad existence. 

Craig walked on, limping slightly, as he had an embarrassing fall yesterday. Some poor kid, whom he was going to beat mercilessly, had ran into him in the hallway. Causing the boy in the blue hat to fall against the cold floor, possibly spraining his ankle. 

Craig bit the inside of his cheek as he looked around for the kid, his eyes searching the zombie filled school. He passed a red headed girl as he turned a corner. He glared back at her, seeing how she glanced at him. 

Craig exhaled confidently once his green eyes laid against the unfortunate soul. 

"Hey, dumbass." He said rudely. The kid looked up from the floor which he was sitting on. He slowly stood up, pressing himself against his locker as he stared up at the menacing teenager.

Craig grabbed ahold of Kevin's black hair, forcing his head to where ever he pleased. He gripped onto the locks harshly as he stared down at the shaking 11th grader. Craig took his other fist and slammed it against the boy's face, causing him to cry out. 

Kevin grit his teeth and tried to squirm away. He felt tears leaking from his eyes as the punch stung his face. "I bet you won't run into me again, you fucking nerd." Craig said harshly as he pushed the boy against the locker.

He punched him a couple more times, causing Kevin to fall to the floor. Craig nudged the boy's face with his shoe, grimacing at his actions. He thought he could care less... but he wasn't sure that was true. 

Craig looked up at the security camera that hung from the wall. His eyes darted around before he decided to yank it down, stuffing it into his own backpack. Craig sighed to himself as he walked with his little limp, away from the sobbing, dorky junior. 

Of course he wasn't proud of himself, but why... just why would he give a damn. Everyone in his life had given up on him, including himself. 

The bell rang loudly, noting to Craig that his time was up. He sped away, not to his class, but to the bleachers. He usually hid behind them in gym class to smoke and what not. He ducked under the metal bleachers and sat down against the wall. 

He gently rubbed his knuckles with his hand, wincing at the bruises. The boy pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and smoked it. He watched his zombie classmates walk about the gym, following whatever the coach was doing.