Apathy (Class Of 09 x OC)

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Have you ever been told what kind of person you should be? My parents wanted me to be a good Samaritan type of kid. Donating to charities and saving puppies—shit like that. They always said things to me like, "Kindness goes a long way." or "Treat others the way you want to be treated."

Well, fuck you, and fuck that. I tried starting high school with that mindset and ended up with a nice little lunch table with ketchup packets thrown at me. Maybe when mullets and Inspector Gadget were a thing, it would work. Now, if you tell the fat girl they're cool, you have a fetish, like, what the fuck?

In just a few weeks, I was known as the weird kid. If you made fun of anything about me or socked me in the jaw in the halls, that made you "normal." It reminds me of what my dad always said: "William, be the better man, and it'll all work out." Yeah, thanks, dad. I got shaving cream in my lockers for my troubles; I appreciate it. Oh yeah, I'm William, by the way...my life fucking sucked, dude. Even when I tried to suck it up and be the "better man," nothing GOT better for me.

It got me thinking, though.

Is there any point in being a nice guy? Like, yeah. The whole 'good deeds get you into heaven' thing. Does it matter right now, though? What does being a good guy to a bunch of jocks and pick-me girls get you? The moral high ground and a shoe to the face? I'm good. Do you want to know what my fucked-up conclusion is? Sure, being nice does have some benefits. Being a nice guy to everyone, though? That makes you an easy target and a fucking pushover.

If I have to get through high school and even college with shit like this, I'm not going to spend it complimenting every dipshit, jock, and social reject in school. If I'm gonna give a fuck, it's to people I can actually enjoy being around. As for everyone else?

Suck my dick.

<Lake Braddock Secondary School, William POV>

"Alright, I'm here...and I already wanna blow my brains out. Great. I wonder if 'I'd rather deepthroat a 9 millimeter' is a valid excuse to skip."

I stood there, drowsily looking at the entrance of my school. There were no significant changes over the year I've been there, nor any from when the school was first established. The appearance from the outside was seemingly mundane. A spread of pebbles got stuck into the grooves of your shoes, and day-old cigarettes wedged in between the openings of the concrete floor. The benches were filled with trash ranging from old lunch to strange liquids that no one could identify or wanted to touch. Basically, a standard high school.

You ever have that feeling in your heart that immediately screams, 'Wow, today is gonna be complete dogshit!' Well, double that feeling and throw in an aged brick of crack; that's how I am feeling today. To clarify things, this place is, in generous terms, a sack of shit. A lot of stupid things happen here, and I mean a LOT of stupid things. What I meant by 'standard high school' is a pool of substance abuse, sexual assault, regular assault, sexual harassment, regular harassment, and many other types of shit.

It normally ranges from 'Hey, did you know this guy was watching porn on his phone?' to 'Hey, that girl was blowing the teacher for an A.' I mean, it's not that bad, I guess. Well, it is pretty fucking bad, and I think half the faculty should be arrested, but it's not as bad as you think. Every other school I've had the displeasure of attending usually had some sort of drug dealer or jock on a concerning amount of some sort of substance.

By the end of last school year, I learned that just laughing at the bullshit and not trying to be caught in said bullshit was a solid way to get through school. So that's the plan.

"Fuck, is this it? I bet someone sells percs here."

A voice that sounded absolutely fed up with bullshit came from behind me. How do I describe this without being called a fuckboy? She sounded hot. Yeah, no. That's not it. I tilt my head in the direction of the voice. I found a black-haired girl with a ponytail wearing a jacket, staring at the entrance of the high school.