Stutter | A Jaspar Fanfic

1. Duck Pajamas

Joe officially hated school. He hated it so much that if he had to choose between getting shot in the forehead and going to school tomorrow, he would rather get shot in the head. Is this what it has come to these days? Joe feeling the need to die, rather than do some homework, or simply arrive at school?

Yes. Yes, it has.

In just the past couple of hours, many things have happened. He's flunked his AP Euro Quiz, because he didn't expect for there to be one, he's got detention for doing something that he didn't even do, and to make his day the most shittiest of them all, he got called a scumbag for saying that a girl looked nice. Yup, all he had to say was: "Oh, you look pretty today!" and she goes on a raving rant about how she has a boyfriend and for him to stop 'flirting' with her. Honestly, was the world ever going to give him a break?

Probably not, Joe thought to himself as he got into his car and started up the engine, hoping for it not to sputter out and die on him. Why would my life be ever so important when there are people like Missy Henway in the world.

Joe loathed Missy Henway. She was this innocent looking, little blond haired porcelain doll to everyone but Joe knew what she truely was; a foul, dank, witch in disguise. Joe hated her so fucking much and he's never even spoken to the girl. She just always up shows everyone in class and acts like her shit doesn't stink.

Well it does stink, Joe grumbled to himself as he drove. And not like the way girl poo is looked upon as. Its not small and not gross. Its large and lumpy and diarrhea-y and compared to her I don't even shit...this is getting weird, whatever drop it Joe.

Joe forced himself to stop thinking, his hands curling on the wheel of his car as the other reached over and turned on the radio, letting poppy, bubblegummy mainstream music fill the air and dissolve his stress.

At least he had the left over pizza from last night to look forward to.

$$$

The laundry wasn't done. It wasn't fucking done.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Joe asked once he got opened the dryer, seeing that nothing was in it but Zoe's duck pajamas that she wore as a joke to her friends birthday sleepover.

Joe shut the door and then opened up the washer, seeing all of the laundry from yesterday still in there, all of them soaking wet. He took a deep breath and slammed it shut before running upstairs to Zoe's room and opening the door without permission.

Zoe was sitting on the bed, her phone pressed against her shoulder and ear to hold it, and her hands occupied with painting her toes. She was probably speaking to Louise, but Joe could care less.

"What the hell, Joe?" Zoe asked, mumbling something to whoever she was speaking before setting the nail brush in its holder and setting it on her dresser; now able to hold the phone in her hands. "You can't just barge into people's rooms like this.