Just so we have this fucking straight, I'm not the nicest of people, nor am I looking for pity of any sort from anyone: Your pity is worthless to me. All that I ask is for someone to listen to what I have to say, is that too much of a favor to ask?
As you all know, I'm Jack, the huge raving asshole that caused trouble. Yeah, it's a pretty on the spot description, but I had a reputation to hold up for myself.
In High School, for me, it was eat or get eaten. Being a short guy made it worse too, since some assholes got the idea that because they were bigger than me, that they had the right to pick fights with me. I was already pretty well known, but my fighting streak forever labeled me as dangerous and nothing but chaos. I've had more than my fair share of fights in school, and believe me, it's something that I can't get rid of, I'm tainted with it.
There's a few things that I wasn't very proud of in High School. Nothing really used to bug me, but the more I think about it, the more I actually start to feel bad about shit. The trouble all started in my Freshman year of High School.
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Troublemaker
FanfictionName's Jack. Jack Noir, to be exact. Nothing too fucking fancy or anything. Welcome to the shitstorm called High School.
