I sit in class since my suspention's over and try paying attention to what the teachers saying, but I am failing miserably. I just want to sleep. I'm so exhausted. "Mr. Savage could you please at least try and pay attention to what I'm saying?" My Algebra teacher asks me
"I guess..." I sigh then sit up in my seat
"Thank you." I nod my head and she turns back to face the board. I stretch and put my feet on the desk. I look at the girl next to me. Cute little red head. Her big turquoise eyes check me out then she winks at me.
"Hey gorgeous." I tell her
Someone tips my chair back and I fall back, hitting my head on the edge of someone else's desk and finally fall onto the cold hard classroom floor landing on my side. All eyes are on me now. I try acting as if I'm so okay and it really didn't hurt one bit, but on the outside I was cussing out the stupid fucking idiot who did that. I turn to see who and see Daniel Vincent. He's like the Shit of the school. 6'5, built, stocky, blond, rich, annoyingly dumb, a whore. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking 'Well if you had said black hair, and 6'3 instead you'd be talking about yourself' well....that's not true. 1) I'm not blond 2) I'm not THAT tall and C) I'm not that dumb. Haha see what I did there?
Anyways me and Danny boy over there are NOTHING alike. NOTHING. So I get up and glare at him. The devil on my shoulder tells me to fuck up that pretty little face of his. The angel is saying to leave it alone, be the better man. I clench my fist and sock him right in the jaw. He falls back and falls out of his chair. "Don't fuck with me Vincent." I threaten him
He gets up off his ass and onto his feet. "Boys! Enough! If you stop this now I will write no referral and I won't suspend either of you." The teacher promises us
"Fine." I tell her
"Whatever." Vincent says in his annoying dumb fuck of a voice
"Now, Mr. Savage. Are you okay? Is your head okay?"
Now that she mentioned it the edges of my vision were getting blurry and I felt funny. I asked if I could go to the nurse. She let me go. I gather up my stuff and leave the class room. I could go to the nurse....but I'll just go home....I walk over to my motorcycle and see someone sitting on the curb. He's smoking. Just what I need. "Can I have a drag?" I ask him
The dude gets up. He's tall, but not as tall as me. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposes his tattoos. Something in a totally different language. He looks at me then starts chuckling. "What's so funny?" I ask him, obviously not getting the joke
"I thought you were Mr. Perfect." He says
"And Mr. Perfect can't smoke?" I ask him confused
Did this dumb fuck even go to our school? "Smoking's not so perfect." He tells me as he drops his cigarette and stops on it
"Fuck you. All I asked for was a cigarette, not for you to piss me off."
"Anger problem?"
"You could say."
"Oh, I like that."
"Freak."
"How well can you fight?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Guess I'm gonna have to find out the hard way then."
"Wait. What? What are you even talking ab-" Before I can even finish he punches me in the jaw. What the fuck was this assholes problem?! I punch him, thinking he'll get a clue and leave me the fuck alone, but sadly I was wrong. He lifts up his leg and kicks me in the stomach. I hear the wooosh sound from getting the air kicked out of me. I go flying back. I land on my ass on the dirt. I look up to see the dude several feet a head of me. How can he kick that hard and that far? The guy rubs his red cheek and says "Ehh could be better, but we can work on that."
