Hated Teenage Anthem - Sally Face [LARRYXTRAVIS]

1 ; A Rough Start

He's never been one to fall in love. His whole life he has blamed himself for all the misfortunes that occur.

Larry lifted his hands to his face in horror as he sat alone in a dark room, with the only light being the glow from the TV monitor. He had been watching Stephen King's IT when it hit him. Larry was a geek for scary movies and watched them every night, tonight being no different.

But tonight was very different. His whole world was flipped upside down. Guilt ate him alive as it sunk in.

Turning the keys, he started his car, sleepily rubbing his face as he adjusted the gear stick. Then, pulling out of his apartment building in his mother's beat-up car, Larry fiddled with the radio as the car slowly backed up until an acceptable song played.

The trees swayed as Larry drove to school, his first day of senior year. A big year, or so his mother told him. Larry hated it all, because it all hated him. The parties, that rarely occurred, the jocks, the sluts, the bullies, and schoolwork. Just one more year, and it was all over. Though, Larry had to admit the thought of his prime years coming to a slow and agonizing end terrified him. Ash had art school, that was a plan she had always had, but Larry had no aspiration to do so. Todd wanted to go to a high-level school for engineering. Sal just wanted to go through the regular college experience. But what did Larry want?

What do I want to do with my life?

Larry hadn't decided yet.

Turning off the radio, and any depressing thoughts. Larry pulled into the school parking lot.

"Park that car."

As he swung his door open, he heard another car door slam shut. A booming voice yelled after it.

"Don't you slam my door," A man shouted, loud enough for someone on Mars to hear.

Larry followed his shouts to find someone responding with a middle finger. Larry laughed to himself.

Then he saw who it was.

An incredibly tall, and somewhat muscular looking, boy with blonde gelled hair was stomping away from the car. He wore a purple jacket with a button up underneath. A stupid preppy church-boy, whose name was Travis Phelps. Notorious for being the son of the town's preacher. Larry hated his guts, and everything about him. Just looking at the stuck up prick made his blood boil. For someone so holy, he sure didn't act it. As a matter of fact, Travis was dating some big-tit Russian slut. She went to the private school that only the rich part of Nockfell could afford. She commonly mingled with students at Nockfell High so news quickly spread when her and Travis started dating. Larry couldn't understand how he would date someone who had lost their virginity at twelve. But, who was he to judge? He wasn't any better, he nearly never went to a party without sleeping with someone.

Larry scoffed as Travis stomped his way through the front doors. What a way to start off the year, no? Larry took into account that Travis' hair had grown a small bit, and he was bigger than last year. Still as pricky as ever, though.

Larry followed after, walking into the school building. He blinked a few times to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. After a moment, he quickly spotted his friends.

"Hey guys," He greeted, tiredly.

"Larry!" Ash and Sal lit up.

"Good Morning!" Todd smiled.