Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #5

Blake's pov:
As I stare at one girl in the center of a small group of boys surrounding her from my own desk in the back of the room by a window, I start thinking about why in hell would people be attracted to other people.

To me that's disgusting, mainly because in my opinion people had originally come from the same ancestors or something. Plus their only in this world because of their parents, who only brought their offspring into this hell because of basic behavior such as lust, greed, anger, envy, pride, loneliness; basic human feelings. So one person's existence is based off of the behavior of two people's horniness?

Confusing to think about, I know. But this thought only starts to prove my point; I mean... well, I don't know... it's hard to try and make sense of what I think and feel about... even for myself.

Closing my eyes and looking away from my annoying classmates, I direct my attention to the tree that's by the window outside. It's one of those apple trees. As I mindlessly stare at it's beauty, there's a small wind that causes the branches to shift slightly, the small pink and white petals of the blossoms on the tree slowly float to the ground.

I moan to myself. It's hard to imagine that we have only four more months until school's out...

"You look like you could use a hug." I turn my head to face a smiling tan and tall guy wearing an open, weird leather jacket. A red t-shirt that says I AM A CLICHE' is beneath it.

I see that he has a black eye, but I ignore it and look to the front of the classroom to see our teacher flirting with this one girl. Then suddenly, the bell rings, indicating that study hall is over and lunch has now started.

"That's very generous of you," I say, plastering a fake smile on my face as I get up onto the seat of my desk and I leap onto other seats that are in my way , the boy walking beside me as I do so, until I finally make it to the classroom door. The teacher doesn't even stop flirting to yell at me. "But I think I'll manage."

He smiles and says,"Your loss."

The boy runs his hands through his wild short brown and blonde hair and he throws his arms behind his head. "So, why are you acting all friendly today Blake? It's highly unusual, and it's starting to scare me." A mischievous smile reaches his dark eyes.

I match it, "Funny. Very funny." I slower my walking pace and I begin to think about the guy who's been walking with me.

Well let's start with his name. It's Chris Rothic. He's a complete idiot. But he's also crazy like me, we've known each other for years since we're the "Bad asses of the city". We get in trouble with the wrong kind of people. He's a drug dealer. Never touched the shit himself, says the stuff can ruin his body. He's like my big brother. He makes sure that I'm okay. He's a asshole, and he's popular with the ladies... and that's really it. Or at least that's what I can think of at the top of my head right now...

Chris throws out his arm right in front of my face and starts to laugh. "Wait, I think I know what's your deal!"

My eyebrow goes up. "Oh, and what would that be?" I say as we distance ourselves from the classroom and we finally reach the stares at the end of the hallway. Chris walks down several steps while I stop walking at the top. I watch him as he turns around and looks up to face me. "Isn't because you have a hangover...?"

Wait, how the hell did he know that?! I haven't seen him for a couple of days since the last fight we'd gotten into after some thuggish dumb asses threatened Chris about some debt he had with them or something. Long story...

"You know, I've always known that you can punch... But damn! Remind me never to disturb you when your drinking your shots again." I suddenly realize that he's one of the guys who I kick the shit out of at the bar last night... But, I don't remember seeing- fighting with him.