Awkward. (BoyxBoy)

Now I'm not saying it was meth but...

       Chapter 1- Now I'm not Saying it was Meth, but...

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Sometimes I wonder what God I pissed off. Which spiritual diety did I offend? I'm serious. Did I slap the Pope in a previous life? Did I make fun of his hat? Did I desecrate some sacred ground with my boundless negativity? I mean, I know I'm an asshole. It's an intricate part of me, but this is honestly ridiculous.   

"-and further more, this school does not condone the use of recreational drugs! This is unacceptable, reckless behavior and we will not tolerate it Mr. Martinez ! Do I make clear young man?" Principal Calaway yelled at me. I sighed.   

"Yes, Mr. Calaway, I understood the first twelve times you said it to me, but as I have been trying to tell you for the past fifteen minutes, this is just Ibupropen. It's not crystalized meth, crack rocks, Angel Dust, PCP, or a molly. It's just pain relieving medicine. I am not one of those 'crazy pill poppers', sir."    

"Are you taking me for a fool, Mr. Martinez? I know what the kids get up to these days, you aren't fooling anyone Mr. Martinez!"  The stubby man rose from his chair to look at me with a pinced expression and a crazy look in his eye. From this angle, I could see everyone of his wrinkles and lemme tell ya', It's not a pretty sight. His spanish accent is horrible too. Whenever he tries to say my last name, it always sounds like he's saying Mar-Tenis.  

"Principal Calaway, my eyesight is really bad. I mean really bad. So much so, in fact, that when I take off my contacts, all I see are blobs where people and various items used to be. Now, taking that into consideration, my contacts have alot of medicine on them and it puts a lot of strain on my eyes. Meaning I end up with a lot of bad headaches. So  I take aspirin for them because that is what every other normal person in the world does when they are feeling pain. Is that not what you do Mr. Calaway?" I said, becoming incredibly agitated with the man. This was  ridiculous and I was about to be late to first period english.    

All I was trying to do, was take some aspirin before school so that I wouldn't die. Is that too much ask? To not die? Apparantly, to Mr. Calaway, it was too much to ask.    

"You are still not allowed to have narcotics on school grounds without a doctor's note." Mr. Calaway retorted. I felt my eye begin to twitch with annoyance. That was the first thing I tried to explain to the man you see, but he wouldn't let me. "I will be contacting your mother about this incident."   

It was in that moment, ladies and gentlemen that I officially lost my patience.  

"That's what I've been trying to tell you since the very beginning Mr. Calaway! I have a doctor's note in my bag and there's a copy at the Nurse's office! It specifically asks that I be allowed to take two Ibupropens, -not one or three, but two- so that my headache doesn't turn into a migrane. There is no need to call my mother Mr. Calaway, because she is fully aware that I have this bottle of Ibuprophen. She was the one who bought it for me and put it in my bag this morning."    

By the time I was done with my rant, I was red in the face from holding myself back from yelling at the man. I could feel that my eyes had widened considerably and I was taking in air through nostrils that were flared with irritation. I probably looked like a loon, but this man was really driving me up the wall.  

  "Ahem, may I see this doctor's note Ryan?" Mr. Calaway asked, his voice losing that accusing edge. Once I heard that he had started calling me by my first name, I knew that he had finally remebered that I was indeed not a hooligan. With yet another sigh, I reached into my school bag and grabbed the doctor's note.