The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 1- Unfortunate Encounters

"Lon time for school," my mom said poking her head through my door, her a tangled mess as the wind from the open window blew against it.

"Kay" I answered getting out of bed fully clothed.

"Why do I even bother?" She laughed to herself and eased back into the hallway, heading back downstairs I'm guessing to get breakfast started.

It was like this every morning, I woke up around 5 or before anyone else in the house, got ready for school then just lay there waiting for life to happen. Not my intent to be philosophical or however you may have interpreted that but that was the fact, I was literally waiting for life to happen cause from my point of view it got dull pretty fast.

I grabbed my black and white rucksack from the foot of my bed and headed downstairs where my family sat eating breakfast, except for my mom who was busy bustling around the kitchen with my darling baby sister Grace attached to her hip.

"Alright pop quiz!" my dad said excitedly to me and my brother James who was stuffing toast in his mouth.

I turned to him with a partially interested look on my face. You see my father did this every day and I had no idea what motive he had for it but that didn't matter cause my brother and I managed to turn it into a competition like we did everything else. I always answered after my brother because that way my answers would be better and I would win. My father knew how competitive I was and how much James hated losing so in hindsight this little pop-quiz idea was probably just for his entertainment.

"What's the craziest thing on your bucket list?" he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I eyed my brother carefully as if daring him to speak first and given that I have won every staring contest against him since we were 6, he folded and spoke first "Sky diving" he smirked at me.

You know those knowing smirks people give you as though they figure they have you cornered and there's no way around it? Well, that's the one my brother wore because he knew I had been dying to go skydiving, it was number one on my thrill list last Friday. What my smug brother didn't know was that I looked up other activities that were way more intense than skydiving and with that, I had the perfect answer for our little square-off.

I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eyes, returning his smirk "Base Jumping."

"Oooo," my dad said mockingly, knowing I'd won and that James would be annoyed because of it.

"Not if I have anything to do with it, you two do enough crazy stunts as is. Now Harold, stop riling them up and you two come get your stuff, it's time to go" my mother said as she struggled to put a fussy Grace in her high chair. We both got up kissed out parents goodbye, gave Grace a raspberry and went to James' car.

Let me catch you up a bit, James is my twin brother, also my older brother by 12 minutes and he never lets me forget it. He's my best friend, mainly because he's the only one that really understood me, besides my parents and put up with all my 'quirks' if you will. Being someone that's diagnosed with Antisocial Personality disorder doesn't make me the easiest person to put up with and growing up wasn't the easiest thing either since I was kind of an aggressive and impulsive child. Lucky for everyone though I learned to calm down sorta, it wasn't all on my own- as much as I deserve all the credit, those 6 not so brain dead therapist I went to might have actually done something right. 

My parents; Linda and Harold, were really understanding of my condition when they found out, they weren't too happy about me breaking James' arm when we were 8 though. They were even less jovial when I told them I did it so we wouldn't have to go to grandma's on the same day Pirates of the Caribbean was gonna premiere on TV. It's my favorite movie franchise, what did you want from me. So instead of a hot car-ride to San Antonio from California for 22 hrs, my parents were at the hospital with my whiny brother and I was at the neighbour's house getting babysat by someone who was an even bigger fan of Pirates of the Caribbean than I am. As you can see I won in the end, and my brother got to wear a cool cast that everyone signed so win-win. But like I said, despite all my 'flaws' they were really understandable parents.