The Savage Brothers | ✓

CHAPTER 1: Move Bitch

Chapter 1: Move Bitch

DISCLAIMER: Bryan Savage is rude. Like rude af. It is my intention as a writer to make him so. It's part of his character and I am trying to make an exaggerated parody of stereotypes in school. So . . . please don't take his "words" by heart. I cannot please everyone sooo feel free to leave if you're easily offended. His humor is kind of odd, per se. Let's just laugh it out loud and enjoy.

BUT REMEMBER: This story contains a LOT of sass. If you can't handle the sass, you can't handle this ass (of this story. lol).

B R Y A N

They all parted like the Red Sea when I walked into the halls of Pioneer Academy of Massachusetts. Everyone can sense my dominance even with these stupidly expensive shades blocking my mesmerizing eyes.

I decided to ignore the hormonal fools as I walk flawlessly like a model while Demi Lovato's song Confident rang in my head. I smoothly took a grip on my sling bag to make me look extra cool.

They all stare at me in awe while others hang their heads in shame.

I mean, I can't blame them; I'm all there is to adore: messy dark brown hair that makes me hotter than Tom Cruise, light brown eyes that scream the color of shit, a beautiful carved nose and kissable lips that others even mistake me for being Angelina Jolie's long lost handsome son. I also have this amazing sharp jawline and attractive inherited cleft chin that will make One Direction turn the other way around in shame. Many even say that my perfectly-shaped man-brows are my greatest assets that have the power to make an army of onions cry in envy.

I mean, why not? I might as well move to Greece for having a Greek god body. But sorry for them, because there is only one God for me.

I love you, Jesus.

I guess what I'm saying is—do I consider myself as the sexiest man alive? Yes. Definitely. But a god? No, of course not. I am much more humble than any of you hoes think of me.

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being, what's wrong with being Confident? Demi's voice hummed in my brain.

Exactly! What's wrong with being confident?

As I walk, the students who were just busy standing by and eye-raping me, and/or making out near me, all scurried away in fear for my incoming wrath. I try not to smirk while I keep my perfectly rehearsed poker face.

That's right bitches! Walk away; the Alpha has arrived.

I guess they've missed me. I have been missing-in-action for the whole month of August and September. It's because the Pioneer Academy of Massachusetts (a.k.a. "PAM") has been an avid supporter of UNICEF to help kids worldwide. And last year, I have been honored to be elected as one of the representatives to visit five parts in Europe—Germany, France, England, Denmark, and Norway—to show the importance of achieving your dreams and never giving up through our presentation of plays and other forms of art.

Yes, it was no easy task and it took a lot of time, but seeing those kids smile? It was definitely worth the hard work of sweat and blood.

To the school's records, I am excused from all the tests and absent days I have missed, so that's good. They owe me at least that, anyway.

A skinny student holding a stack of papers suddenly bumped into me harshly—and I feel so infuriated about it—so, I shoved him back harder with my shoulder.