"Patch!", a young girl called out towards me. I turned my head away from the conversation I was having with my teacher to acknowledge the voice. "PATCH!!", she called out louder and I was forced to excuse myself only to see a body flying towards me.
The force pushed me onto the ground face first, a groan escaped my lips and I looked behind me. "Chris, get off. You are sorta heavy." The girl looked at me through her black and orange dyed hair and showed me her pearly white teeth, with a growl she picked herself up.
“Patch you shouldn’t say that, man. Like, if you were another guy I’d sock you in your pretty fucking mouth.” She retorted with a snarl. I rose my hands in submission to her threat, I wasn’t looking for a fight today. Chris pushed her hair behind her ear revealing a gauge and many other fashion jewelry, I was always curious on how many small holes in her body she made just to put metal in them. She once told me that she has more piercings that aren’t visible and that if she showed me she would have to kill me.
I got up myself and checked myself for any rips in my school uniform, gladly none were to be found. My hair was a bit messed up but I simply shook my head and the strands returned to their rightful places. “Chris... You aren’t in uniform. Are you really into defining the ‘system’ that much?” I asked as I gave her a once over. Everything was black and gothic, just the way my mother sometimes dressed. Chris was probably going to get dress-coded for her black ripped shirt and shorts with fishnets.
She pushed her bangs out of her face and eyed me. “Aww. I thought I looked cute.” Her eyes squinted with disgust as she mimicked a preppy girls voice. “Why the hell are you such a goodie goodie anyway? You know your mom was a gangster who could have kicked anybody's ass, and you? Her son? I can’t believe you are the exact opposite of her. The only thing that’s the same is your eyes.” Chris said as she slowly walked closer to me and poked my chest with her long black fingernail. My hand slapped hers away and it just made her grin as she looked up at me. “Stop being such a fucking pussy.” She whispered as she walked past me.
Standing there I closed my eyes and listened to my surroundings. Behind me girls were gossiping about some boy, Chris was getting reprimanded for not wearing the school uniform, students were eagerly walking in to the school to visit friends. To the right the bugs in the flower beds were chirping to each other and the birds fluttering about. On my left the brick wall remained silent holding the knowledge and secrets of the school not telling a soul. In front of me I could hear footsteps of two female teachers, they were complaining about salary cuts and unfaithful husbands. After breathing for a few moments, I opened my deep green eyes and turned to the school. Lets just get this over with.
St. Revan High School is a public school with private school tendencies. They cater to the needs of smart students, leaving the ones who cannot adapt at a disadvantage. A strict school that doesn’t hold much care for athletics or entertainment. It has a corrupt leader and that has spread to the teachers and students. Bribes, whether it be sex or money, are accepted among everyone. Bullies easily get away with anything they want as long as they have financial or social power. For a kid like me, who is apart of the strongest gang in the area, taking this school and becoming the leader would be a piece of cake. But if you add the fact that I don’t care for violence or being the cause of it then one could understand why I don’t take control.
For someone like Chris she enjoys ruining everyone’s fun with their leaders and being different. She doesn’t care for being the leader or controlling others just for the hell of it. Despite our differences we are good friends, mostly because her father was my mothers best friend and the second in command in her gang. We were forced to be together, even if we didn’t like it. Because of our parents status’ around the town we haven’t fallen victim to bullying or hazing. That doesn’t stop Chris from picking fights with others who have hurt her pride.
After several hours of torture I was released from the living hell, I waited by the huge oak tree in the courtyard for Chris to show up. “Patch.” An annoying voice cooed my name. I cursed under my breath. Who the fuck is it this time? Flicking my head in the direction of the noise I could see a cluster of guys holding Chris. Her faces was bloody and bruised, I could see that the piercings on her nose, eyebrow, and lips were ripped off. Her fishnets had some rips in them where I could assume they pulled a knife on her. A group of guys with a knife against one girl? That hardly seems fair. She’s much better at one on one fights anyway.
I dropped my messager bag and shrugged off my school jacket. At least she’s unconscious. “Who did this?” My white dress shirt sleeves that were at my wrists slowly rolled up to past my elbow. I unbuttoned the shirt so it wasn’t choking me, I rubbed my nape and remembered I was wearing my mother’s locket and her favorite choker.
A tall muscular boy stepped forward, “I did it chicken shit, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” He was wearing a white tank top under his unbuttoned school jacket and his pants were sagging. Ugh. What a douche. My face frowned at his ugly smug face. He took this distaste for fear and laughed idiotically at me. “Well I’ll tell you what pretty boy, give me 100 bucks and I’ll let you walk away from here untouched. 500 and you can carry your girly all the way home.” I raised my eyebrows and chuckled.
“My dear gentlemen, what would make you think that I would have that much money?” A smirk spread across my face, the big guy didn’t seem to like my response and charged at me. I managed to dodge but he ripped my right sleeve off my shirt. “I really liked this shirt.” My voice turned cold and I could see that the idiotic bull seemed frightened. He was staring at my right arm, I followed his gaze to my tattoo. It was of a tiger, only the members of my mothers gang got them. Everyone else who got them were posers and were likely to get murdered or imprisoned. “O, I get it. You thought I was a little weakling. I guess you can say that appearances are misleading.” Even I was chilled by my words, the bull of a boy was now sitting in a puddle and shivering. “Leave the girl and fuck off. Before I get mad.”
They dropped my unconscious friend and ran out of the school yard. I sighed and slipped on my jacket and messenger bag, then walked over to Chris. “Dumb bitch.” I murmured as I picked her up and walked back to our house.
