Ok so this is Highschool with Josh and Tyler.
They are seniors
I might make this into a separate actual book based on the quote on the picture.
This is going to be long cause I wanna spend time on it.
TRIGGER WARNING
Yikes let's goooooo.
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I woke up this morning with a ache in my head and a dread to go to school. I pull the covers of my body, instantly shivering at the coldness of my room. I run my fingers through my short brunette hair standing up to get dressed.
Thank god this is my last year of Highschool. Well the Highschool is alright it's just the people and teachers in Columbus Rose Highschool.
I decided to wear black skinny jeans, a dark grey shirt with a black sweatshirt. Once I get downstairs I will put on my all black vans over my red socks.
I brush my teeth and head downstairs to be greeted by my mom.
"Tyler! Come eat!"
I cringed when she yelled because I was literally right behind her, it made my head ache worse.
"Mom I'm right here."
"Oh sorry honey, here have a bagel."
She hands me a bagel that I grimace at.
I will throw it in the field on my way to school.
"Bye mom."
"Bye honey. Oh and I work late tonight!"
I grab my backpack and head out the door not even bothering to reply.
As I'm walking down my driveway I'm already greeted with my partner in crime, Brendon.
"Hey Ty Ty."
"What's up with the nickname?"
"Dunno."
We walk a little bit in a comfortable silence.
"Hey Bren you got anything for a headache?"
"I mean if I had a headache I would usually smoke weed, but I know that's not how you roll."
"Right."
We continued walking until we got onto school property. I see Melanie and Mark in the distance. I needed to give Mark his pencil back anyway.
Brendon and I start walking up to them until someone shoves me down.
"What's your problem?"
I say, obviously pissed. Brendon helps pick up my things.
"What are you gonna do about it faggot?"
"Fuck off Dallon. Go pick on someone your own size."
Brendon says, standing up and handing me my backpack.
"Awe what's wrong Brendon? You mad that I shoved your boy toy?"
"We aren't even dating. I suggest you go back to banging your whore. Did you know she fucked everyone in the school? And you call me a boy toy..."
I insulted him, Brendon turned and smirked at me.
"Nice one Ty."
"What can I say, I'm feeling lucky."
"You know what? You little bitches think you can just say whatever you want to us. Well that will all change. Josh! Take care of them."
Dallon called out an all too familiar name. A boy with red hair comes from behind Dallon with his arms crossed.
"What do these faggots want?"
Josh was all too intimidating, and hot. I developed my crush for him when I was a junior, I'm a senior now. I start playing with the ends of my sweatshirt when Brendon stands in the middle of me and Dallon, just in case he wants to throw some punches.
"Beat them till they're straight, Josh."
"Don't worry, my dad already tried that."
Brendon remarks, now standing side by side by me. I keep my gaze towards the ground until I looked up and met eyes with Josh to see what his next move would be. At that second I could of bet all my savings that he winked at me. The bell suddenly ringed.
"Well would you look at that? Saved by the bell. Come on Brendon, we don't have to waste our breaths on these dicks when there are plenty other guys with bigger ones. This was fun, bye Josh."
I quickly pushed Brendon's back till we walked up the steps to the school doors. When Brendon walked in I looked back to see Josh and Dallon still standing there. Josh looked at me, keeping a gaze for a few seconds. I looked at the ground for the hundredth time today shaking my head, opening the door and following Brendon.
"You still got a thing for him?"
"Yah, I guess."
"I wonder if he has a nice dick."
"Brendon!"
"What! I'm sure you wouldn't mind knowing either. You would be happy if he came up to you and pulled your pants down-"
"Well! Look at the time! Let's get to class."
We walk into Mr. Ways English class.
The class stops and suddenly all attention is on us.
"Tyler, Brendon? Is there a reason why you are," he looks at his watch on his wrist "6 minutes late?"
"Overslept?"
Brendon worked up a quick lie.
"Well you are fine and dandy now. Go sit in your seats."
We both speed walk to our seats.
"Ok class. Sorry for the interruption."
He death stares me.
"Now, where were we. Ah yes, your essays. Overall the class grades were suitable."
Mr. Way passed out the papers on The Triangle Fire we had to write about. I already know that I didn't get a passing grade.
"Brendon, great job. Tyler, we need to see some effort."
I sighed at my 67%.
"What did you get Bren?"
"Only a 94, what about you?"
"Only a 94? I got a 67!"
I might have said that a little too loud because I caught some people's attention. I looked back at Brendon changing the subject.
"What do you think Josh was going to do to us?"
I ask curiously, still looking at my under average grade.
"He would probably tell me to run and fuck you."
"He's not even gay B."
"Really? He stares you down like you're the hottest thing he's ever seen. Believe me."
I just looked back at my paper because I felt a tingling throughout my body. My face was most likely as red as Josh's hair.
