Another Clichè Romance ~Septiplier

Damn Sun

Monday, September 7th, 7:03am

The green haired boy put his hands in his pockets, leaning back on his heals as he looked at the area around him. It was winter and he could see his breath, he wasn't sure whether he hated this and wanted it to die in a fucking fire or he never wanted it to stop snowing. The boy wished there was some way for physics to die so it could be warm, but snow at the same time.

Jack tugged at the collar of his coat, running his hand through his hair after, still feeling like the coat collar was out to get him. He started walking, finally, to school. Hesitating to leave the house but not wanting to stick around either. The smell of smoke was thick in his lungs as he left the wretched and sorry excuse for a home.

Something crashed to the ground, shattering to a million pieces as he walked from the house. He turned around quickly, seeing his mother at the door step and a smashed vase on the ground about a foot from him. She stuck up her middle finger yelling 'Fuck you' to her son as she threw another vase. This hit Jack's ankle as he started running, knocking down his speed and making him limp some. That didn't stop him though, even if his eyes blurred as a hot liquid leaked from them. He couldn't keep going like this, how was he still alive anyways?

His whole life was a mess of mistakes, even going back to the age of seven. He would cry himself to sleep, find weapons and sharp objects, not caring if the blood stained his bed sheets or his clothes. He couldn't even tell you if he didn't do that anymore, he'd be lying if he did.

Jack ran the whole way to the rotten building dubbed as a school, at least it looked better than the dump he called home. He ran his hand through his hair, opening the door and trying to steady his breath. The green haired boy stepped through the door, looking at the people walking around. A couple stared and a flock of girls came walking to him. One in the front and two behind the bitch.

Jack disliked women, not caring for them but, he always seemed to find himself cornered by them. The bitch in front flipped his hair, letting it flop back into place, the girl giggled. "Awe. The new kids are so innocent. Should we fix that?"

Jack ended up laughing, not knowing he was or what he was saying, " This boy doesn't have a drop of innocence." He laughs as the girl smiled a bit, blushing at the new boy, she seemed to have flushed at what he said. The green haired boy moved around her, a stone cold look on his face now. He had to make an impression, a decent one at that.

The green haired boy stepped into the classroom, head held high and his hands in his pants pockets. His gaze drifted over the people in the class, they all looked boring and dull. His facial expression went to a stone cold look as his teacher addressed the class, the smell of smoke was thick in here too.

"This is the new student, Blah. Blah. Blah. Go sit back there" She pointed to the seat in the far right of the room, throwing a lighter onto her desk as she looked back at the board. Jack approached the seat, all eyes on him as he lazily made his way there. He couldn't decide what his reputation should be yet, strong and popular or weak and invisible. It seems like he is going for the fuckboy kind of look anyways.

Jack flops into his chair, throwing his arse into it, his hands never leaving his pockets. He looks at the seats around him, the people in them are all dull, no one cute, not even a popular bitch. He sighs and looks to his left, the window sitting there and aiming the sun right into his retinas. He squints his eyes, hearing a bit of laughter come from behind him. A boy is sitting in the corner, notebook on his lap as he is shielded from the sun's glare by the wall. The boy has fire red hair or seems like it, the sun is messing with Jack's eyes. The boy is looking up at the green haired boy, holding back a laugh as he watches the boy squint his eyes at the suns rays.