Dangerously Peaceful

Chapter One

I crumbled my math quiz. It's not really because I failed the whole damn thing. I got A+ actually. The usual. I rolled my eyes and sneered at my seatmate who is suffering an in-born ugly mouse face.

“Oh golly, tsk, what can I say? Got A+ again, rat.” I say. Damn. This is so boring.

Mouse-face just glared at me.

“Well, I'm sorry! I'm just too good, I guess.” I teased.

“You just copied from me, horse-faced.”

I snorted. “As if,” I raised my hand and whistled to our lunatic Geometry teacher, “Hey, hey, you Abenson.”

A bald lumpy man with pinkish skin looked at me, then the rest of my classmates also did. They were looking at me with horror. HA. This is such a good feeling. I just feel so powerful. This is what I like about this school. Even if they were so stupid and lame, at least they know the meaning of superiority and exclusiveness.

I'm Luke Heaverthon. 17 year old heartthrob-slash-rebel of Daven University, New York. Picture me like this: tall guy with skin as white as paper (whut? White as snow? Am I Snow White?) and good built of the body, natural sleek dark blue hair, and beautiful marble-green eyes. Yeah, I know. I'm hot. But curse you if you'd go kneeling in front of me just to “court” me. I mean, hell why? We're the guys! We do the courting for the girl. Fuck 21st generation. And yeah, (once again) I know I'm hot. But I'm not the type of guy who chases girls just to have some sensation every night. I'm the gangster-bad boy type of guy. Ya know. Black clothes, leather, edgy styled motorbike boots, eyeliner, pierces, heavy studded accessories (hey. It's still a style.) Okay. I “apologize” for being so frank, but, dude. This is the reality. This is not the story of once-upon-a-time-there's-a-perfect-guy-and-a-perfect-girl-and-they-flirted-and-got-married. Seriously. The story is high school is the most dangerous stage of life. And it's your choice if you're gonna stay in the crowd or you're gonna pull some guts and stand out.

What's my story? I'm just Luke and I'm living my life as I want it. And no one's gonna stop me; not even my 'rents. We're the Heaverthon. We particularly rule and powerful as shit. Dreaming about BMWs? Limos? Weekend of full of relaxation? Concerts? God, I dunno, food?? We got it. One favor; I get it. Sounds like a brat? Sounds like spoiled? HELL YEAH. But I really don't care. The Heaverthons get what they want. Nice family motto, huh? So as I grow up, that's how I live my life. In school, I often follow school rules. I'm smart actually. What mouse-face said was a lie. I NEVER CHEAT on exams or quizzes or anything! It just happened that I'm blessed to be born with a smart brain. I never chose this life, but I'm a good guy doing good deeds like spraying paint on lockers, throwing paper balls on teachers, putting saliva on other people's lunch, picking on lumpy geeks, covering the school hallway with slippery water and tissues. I think it's not really that bad, right? I'm serious! It's getting really boring. Doing the same things all over again. I was really planning to live on the road. Meeting different people, discovering things I haven't heard before. And living my life to the fullest.

“Yes, sir Heaverthon?” Abenson said with a stern face. He pushed his glasses.

I grabbed a deep breath and stood up then folded my arms.

“Just thought you should know? It's summer and we are ready to get out of this shitty school so you just can't make us answer a quiz. Have you ever heard of stupid?”

“Actually, I can. Heaverthon, even if you have the highest grade in your class, I can still pull you down to the ground because of your attitude towards me. Have you heard of summer class, Luke?”

Summer class? Is he making a joke or something? With my grades reaching the peek, he just can't do that.

“Ooooh,” I teasingly say. “I'm so scaaared baldy. Have you also heard that your fish Lora is dying? I also heard that you're so stuck with your fish, you can't find a woman.”