Teenage Dirtbag

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As gym ended, Niall and I went separate ways for our second hour, math. I was always a "bad kid" when it came to math, according to Ms. Francis. I could really care less for math, and for half of the stuff that won't be used in our future lives.

When I passed her, I saw the way she looked upset, like she wanted to visit the ladies room and cry like a little school girl. Her eyes went from her phone, double taking to mine. I looked away, trying not to be obvious.

The people in my math class made me want to fucking beat their arses. The way the thought they were cool and made those dumb ass jokes, that kept on repeating over and over. It literally made my head ache.

"Harry mate, that one dude you almost beat up the other day - he got suspended." I furrowed my brows, looking around the room for the little shit.

"What for?" It was about time someone set him up for his own fucked up actions.

"He raped some chick, the teachers found out, suspended him and he's going to trail and loads of other shit." I raised my eyebrows, walking to my seat with only my math book in hand.

When the bell rang, my mind went into dick mode. Right as I heard that blasted bell, I somehow had a mode or personality that just switched on, like the ringing triggered it.

Math was dreadful, I didn't know how people could stand it. I was one of those students that fell in the category of 'never been good at math', it was how I learned, it stuck in my head for a few days, then vanished within seconds.

No wonder why I dispised it..

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On my way to lunch, I met up with Louis, Niall, and Liam. I was surprised we all had the same lunch by the first day, it only showed how lucky sons of bitches we were.

"Harry!" Niall snapped me back to reality. "You really need to get yourself checked out.. it's not doing you any good lad." I shook my head, smirking away the worries.

"I zone out all the time Niall, it's nothing new." We sat down, at our usual table and began picking at our food like pigeons.

My salad was the only thing I intended to get, otherwise it was spinach noodles and bread. Some of the bread that was served here was brought from the bakery I work at, delievered a load atleast once a week.

"So when you gonna talk to her mate?" Liam asked, pointing his fork behind him. I turned and saw her, standing next to one of her friends, on the other side of her, the dick of a boyfriend she needs to drop off at his natural home, the local dump.

"Probably never." Louis said, rolling his eyes. I tossed my fork, getting up and walking away, making my way to the restroom.

One other guy was in there, a scrawny boy in my grade. It was silent as I made my way to the sink, washing my hands. After, I dried my hands, then my t - shirt that had gotten wet as well.

I heard a stomach growl, thinking it was mine. I turned to my left, seeing the skinny boy. He glared nervously at me, clutching his side. I turned to him, rotating my full body.

"Was that you?" He looked to me, as if he was about to shit himself.

"Y-Yeah.." My stomach twisted in pain. Why did I feel that way? Did I feel bad for him?

"Didn't you eat lunch?"

He shrugged, wiping his hands dry from his rinse. "I don't have money.." I blinked, looking around to see if it was really just us.

"I have a salad at my table? Do you want to snack on that?" He looked almost... Scared? I was still trying to figure that out.

"Don't you still have to eat?" His voice was shaking, making it obvious that he was scared.