A Sacrifice To Satan

I'm In Pain.. But Not For Long

My alarm goes off, torturing my ears. I slam my hand down on the stupid thing to quiet the screeching noise, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of my bed with a huge sigh. Another day in the pit of hell, high school. I get up and start getting dressed, looking at my ripped black jeans and baggy Motionless In White T-shirt covering my built frame that I always covered up to avoid people noticing any little small imperfection on my body like my stretch marks or my scar on my stomach in a perfect little circle from when I had chicken pocks at a young age. I brush my hair out and straighten it, my past shoulder length hair perfectly straight other then it's curly mess. See, this is my regular routine, I hate getting up early and getting dressed for a social event made for non-social people to be teased. But, I have to go anyways to get to where I want to be, even if it means being ignored and treated like shit by every single person in that stupid building. See, I don't hate going to school. I hate the people that go there.

I walk downstairs to see my parents ignoring each other as they usually do, especially after the divorce papers were ripped up and thrown in the trash. See, I like my dad better then my mom, who cheated on my dad with our uncles best friend, a 20 year old stud who tried getting in my pants before discovering my Mom's zipper was wide open for him. Dad and I walked in on them once, shortly after the guy moved up north and dad brought the divorce papers home which caused a huge fight over who would have custody of my then 16 year old being. Two years later and the cheating whore is still in my dads house, or at least that's what he says when he's high off his ass from my weed.

See, I'm not your little goody two shoes, I've made mistakes like sleeping around and getting high and getting drunk but when I'm at these points, its the only thing making me happy. My kill count is only at 4 guys anyways, not all at once keep in mind. My granddad always says that the holy and mighty God above would condemn me from my sins and send me to hell but honestly, that doesn't sound all too bad. At least I would be excepted there.

I sit down beside my dad at the breakfast nook with my keys for my 1980 Honda CM400T, he hands me my plate of food and winks at me with a boyish grin meaning he was happy to see me. My mom glares at me from across the table but won't look me in the eyes. She's afraid of me you see, she's a diehard Christian who loves to sin but yet my screamo music I listen to while I get high "disturbs and rapes her ears and her Christian faith." Christian faith my ass.

After I'm done eating, I give my dad a quick hug and I nod at my mom as I walk out the door to the garage where my beautiful bike is stored. I pull on my leather riding jacket and my helmet as I bring my baby outside and start her up to let her run for a good 10ish minutes to let her warm up. Being that it's October and I can still ride to school, I'm fairly happy with her. I get on and start my ride to the building that is haunted by a million cake faces and a trillion asshole jocks.

I get to the school and park my bike in the parking lot, 20 minutes early for class so I can cram my homework together. Instead of bringing a backpack home, I just stay after school and come in earlier to get it done. Shortly after I show up, a lot of the nerd kids show up. Walking by me with smirks or looks of worry. You see, I only have one friend and he's pretty decent but he friends with all the assholes here so he gets teased for being seen with me in the building. My phone dings as Ryder, my buddy, texts me.

(< and > are text messages back and fourth)

<Him> Wanna hang after school? We can meet at the bush

<Me> Sure why not, remember that shit man, Dad wants some fresh buds

<Him> A'ight, have a good day, I'll be watching you ;)

<Me> Lol have fun, ttyl

~Skip to the end of the day~

The day is a usual day, boring but fast. All my work is finished by the time I walk out of the building to head home for something to eat then to the bush to meet up with Ryder. As I walk by some jocks, they whistle at me and start cat calling me so I turn around and flip them off before starting my bike up and leaving.

I get to the bush and wait, I'm there for a good hour until Ryder shows up. I know exactly what he was doing, probably got busy with some cake faced whore from school. I can tell from his walk and mischievous little grin on his face.

"Get busy with some brod?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair and sitting on my bike, trying to look hot. See, I've always wanted Ryder but I was afraid he'd leave me too if he found out.

"Not yet, looking for one" He says, putting his hand up to his eyebrows and searching around the bush "Weird, I don't see a single one.. " He chuckles and winks at me.

"Got my weed?" I ask, ignoring his joke and holding out my hand. He puts a little baggie in my palm and sighs.

"You really need to loosen up Jay, otherwise you're gonna end up like your stupid mom with some random 20 year olds dick up your ass as your hubby and only daughter walk into the room" He takes my outstretched hand with the pot baggie in it and pulls me over to the flatbed of his truck, making me sit beside him.

I making a snorting noise "Are you serious right now Ryder? I may be a pothead and I like sex but I would NEVER cheat on somebody I truly loved.." I sigh and rub my eyes "Why do I always feel so useless Ryder? You're the only person other then my dad who likes me or can bear to be around me without feeling uncomfortable"

Ryder chuckles "Who said I wasn't uncomfortable around you? Jokes, don't take that seriously" He hugs me and snuggles me in close. See, Ryder is like at least 6'4 and built like an all-star football champ but he is really sweet and gentle, except on the field and from what I hear from other girls at school, bed too.

"Oh shut up, I don't have to put up with you, ya know" I joke, he gasps dramatically

"How dare you! I give you some wicked weed and I cuddle you and you insult me?" He gasps again and looks at me. We both break out into giggles then he pushes my hair out of my face, resting his hand on my jaw. I was kind of weirded out but enjoying it, mostly.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, putting his other available hand at my waist, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle tug, nobody had ever been this caring with me. He was handling me as a fragile object and I loved every second of it.

"Maybe.. Why would you want to kiss me?" I ask, longing to tease him so I could stare into his beautiful eyes a little bit longer. A smile of amusement flashes across his soft looking lips as he drags me in closer, his eyes examining me like I'm a specimen of fine art. He bites his bottom lip in thought.

"Because I know how you feel about me.." He whispers in my ear, leaving little kisses down my jaw to my chin "And I'm surprised you haven't figured out how I feel about you.." He smirks "I know you've wanted to sleep with me for a really long time so why don't you?"

I feel the urge to punch him in the face pass through my mind, if only he actually knew what I wanted from him "I don't want us to become FWB, Ryder" I mutter

"Who says we were gonna be friends with benefits, Jay? I don't want to treat you like the other girls I've been with.." He frowns a little and pulls away from me but not before I grab him in and kiss him quickly on the lips.

"Race you back to my place!" I say, jumping off the tailgate and quickly turning my bike on. I throw on my helmet and jump on my bike, clicking into first gear, then to second as I race down the gravel road to beat him to my house. Surprisingly, I hear his 1996 Chevy roar up behind me and honk at me over my pretty loud bike.

We tied getting back to my house, shaking each others hands before going up to my room to smoke a little bit of pot and play some wicked rounds of Black Ops Zombies. We get up to my room and I pull out my bong, packing the weed down and putting the tube up to my mouth as I burn the pot and inhale the good herb down into my lungs. I blow out the left over smoke and pass it over to Ryder, he does the same as I boot up my PlayStation and sit on my bean bag.

We play videogames for a good hour before our buzz wears off, he pauses the game and put his hand on my knee "So are we a thing or am I going to have to ask you out some dramatic way?" He grins at me. I feel my face get really hot so I assume I'm blushing when I look down.

"Are you sure you want me and not Jessica?" I ask, his ex had always been an issue in him moving on because she'd constantly puppy guard him and talk shit about the girl he had been with at the time.

"Of course I want it to be you.. Please Jay?" He asks, pulling me onto his lap and holding me close.

"Yeah.. Ok, we're together" I say, snuggling into his warm body. He picks me up and moves me onto my king size mattress and lays with me, playing with my hair until I fall asleep.