Disposable Teens ~Maniggy~

Chapter 3 - Marilyn

    The rest of the classes, the rest of the day, the evening, the night: It all passed by in a similarly uneventful style.

And, although it had seemed like Jeordie had only gotten thirty minutes of sleep and had dreamt up half his morning,
He'd found himself at school anyway, groggily stumbling into his first classroom.

Sporting a red t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of ratty-old, combat boots, the young man trudged to his desk at a snail's pace and collapsed into his chair in a similar fashion, hand fishing into his pocket for a hair clip, which were promptly used to pull and pin some wry hair from his face.
In the midst of doing so, the boy currently sitting in front of Jeordie swiveled in his seat and cast a questioning glance at the dreadlocked-fellow, a lopsided grin of few good intentions present on his lips.
Jeordie rolled his eyes, at least internally, deadpanning and waiting expectantly for the boy to speak, since it were clear they'd be talking to him or about him.

"Um- What... What's with your hair dude?" The unnamed classmate predictably asked, poorly stifling a snicker behind his hand.
If Jeordie could manage to deadpan harder, he would've tried.
After all, he could've asked this boy the same.
His blonde hair was styled the same as every other high schooler who thought they would have a career in athletics.

"Are you trying to look like a chick? Cause it's working." The boy chortled.

No. Jeordie was baffled now.
Confused, partially because the remark hadn't even sounded like an insult.
So he made a point not to take it as one.
Instead, he rested his cheek in a palm and sent a lazy wink at his classmate, lips smacking as he chewed on the gum he'd tossed in his mouth moments before entering the room.
"Thanks,"

"Wasn't a compliment." The boy retorted quickly, lest his friends believe he were actually befriending the effeminate freak.

Jeordie only shrugged, much to his harasser's frustration; They were clearly looking for a reaction of some kind.
And so Jeordie gave in, heaving a dramatic sigh and angling his body so his legs were in the aisle.
"I mean, Uh- I can prove it... If you really want..." he offered, as though it were a chore, trailing off and reaching down to begin fumbling with the button of his pants.

His joking was met with a grimace and a noise of disgust, maybe two, from elsewhere in the room.
But it had worked,
The guy in front of him had turned to face the front of the class again; Warded off by the vague threat of dick.
Although, he was sure to mumble a pointed "Faggot," before he'd done so.

Jeordie only snorted in response, amused at the very least, resituating himself in his chair and peering absently about the class.
Funnily enough, most people's eyes were now avoiding him- For whatever reason- but he'd briefly noticed that Brian was grinning at the surface of his desk and shaking his head as if he'd seen something humorous.
Weird.

The remainder of class passed rather quickly-
Or at least as quickly as it could as each student worked mindlessly through the worksheets they were given or stared off into space (as Jeordie had spent majority of his time doing);
The sound of calculator keys and hushed chit-chat filling any prolonged lapses of silence.
Drumming his pencil against the edge of the desk, Jeordie snapped out of his daze and blinked in surprise as it flicked right out of his grip and onto the floor.
He didn't even bother retrieving it, just breathed out some dramatic huff to express his boredom, dark eyes wandering across the heads of seated students as he took a certainly-undeserved break.
Yet again, out of everyone in the classroom, Jeordie's eyes seemed to just keep drifting back to the raven-haired male a few rows away.
He couldn't help it.
They just stood out.
Like a black ink stain on a stark-white sheet of paper.
Except the ink stain was a good thing.
At least visually.