Make Me Numb

[1] The First Punch

A/N: I will be taking a break from most of my other stories, sadly :c 

I just wanna focus on this one rn

I'm going through a lot of emotional/romantic confusion rn so here read this and let me get out all the gooey feels sO I can continue to eat orphans for breakfast

read weens

ily 

<3

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 "Quit bitching Jeydon," groaned Megan, trying to return to drawing of a skull with the Fall Out Boy symbol underneath. 

"One more time," I begged, pouting as per usual.

 "Fine," she huffed, setting down her pencil as she stared expectantly at me, her blue winged eyes wide and patient as usual. 

"I'm so boooooored," I moaned, smacking my face down on the desk, my chocolate hair spilling around my head dramatically, just as I intended. 

"Jeydon Portman, do that one more time and you're going to detention," the study hall teacher said in annoyance, looking pointedly down her beakish nose at me as she adjusted her horn rimmed glasses, "I'm fed up with this behavior. Other students are trying to get things done." 

"Yeah Jeydon," sneered Luke, one of the wrestlers, an asshole who'd been annoying me since junior high, "knock it off, no one wants to hear your gay-boy voice anyways."

 "Why Luke, I'm shocked, you weren't saying that last night when you were begging me to make more noise," I winked, flipping my hair and checking my nails. 

"Jeydon," snapped Mrs. Greene, slamming her witch-like hand down on the teacher's desk as she glared at me, "that kind of behavior is not tolerated here, it may be at your home but this is your school and I demand respect." 

 "Yes sir," I saluted.

 Megan nudged me and mouthed, "Ma'am."

 "Er, yes ma'am," I corrected myself quickly as Mrs. Green cocked her sharply penciled eyebrow at me.

 "Finally he shut up," muttered Reed to Luke, and they both snickered. 

"Oh suck it Reed," I snorted loudly, crossing my arms as I propped my foot up on my desk, earning a sharp glare from Mrs. Greene which I promptly ignored, "I wasn't the one grunting like a caveman in the unisex bathroom, plowing my girlfriend."

 "That's coz you're a faggot, Portman," he barked back angrily, standing up so quickly that his chair fell backwards with a resounding bang against the standard school-brand linoleum, "and I would shut your mouth before I punch you in it." 

"Woah, woah, calm your testosterone riddled brain Smith, I didn't say you did badly, just insinuated. I mean, as a faggot, I know it's rather unpleasant to have a sweaty, smelly dude bending you over a toilet, grunting like he got kicked in the balls. But then again, I heard steroids make your nuts shrivel up, so there isn't much to get kicked in, is there?" I responded lightly, throwing my hands up defensively.

 Megan grimaced as if she knew exactly what was about to happen. 

"Mr. Portman!" sputtered Mrs. Greene, her face turning several unpleasant shades of mauve, "to the principal's office NOW! I will not tolerate this type of disruption in my classroom!"

 "It ain't even a classroom Mrs. Greene," I gaped indignantly, cocking my eyebrow, "it's the library!"

 "That kinda makes it worse Jey," murmured Megan under her breath, tucking her short black hair behind her ear delicately.