Paranoid Park (boyxboy)

Death to Freshmen

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(Andy's P.O.V.)

You work for something to only have it torn from your grasp. But to have it torn from you by a fucking freshman. A twink freshman at that, is a fucking shame!

"What are you going to do about it?" Issac laughs, slamming his locker closed.

At that moment the said twink goes walking past us, giving me nothing but a glance. A glance like he knew he had what I wanted. Maybe I was overreacting.

The way his friend looks over her shoulder with pride in those pursed lips says other wise.

"Yikes, freshmen can be real bitches," Issac whistles.

"He isn't going to do anything about it," Gabriel snorts, taking books from his own locker behind me.

The noise in the hallway is almost deafening. I watch freshmen walk past, smiling and flipping hair. Boys shoving and playing like they're comfortable. Like they owned the place.

"I don't want them to enjoy their last few months in school," I murmur.

"What?" Isaac yells over the noise.

"I don't want them to be happy!" I try to yell.

"We can't hear you!" Gabriel says.

I see the freshman milling around and a few getting dirty looks from people I know.

"I want death to all freshmen!" I yell loudly.

A few turn to look at me like I'm crazy. Like I'm a lunatic. I might be.

"Man, what are you talking about?" Gabriel laughs, shaking his head.

"He's talking about Smash the Freshman Monday. Kick Freshman Ass Tuesday. Prank the Freshman Wednesday. Noogie Freshman Thursday. And Overall Freshman Friday," Issac smirks devilishly.

"Swirly Saturday for the Freshman that decide to do a little extra," I snort, pushing off the locker I was leaning on.

I was never a bully, never ever ever. I was never all that nice either, especially not when I was out for blood.

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  Its a Monday so not a lot of people are too chipper to be here. I would say the freshmen had the least of the spirit by time lunch came around. Most of the boys had already gotten slammed pretty harshly into lockers, they're walking around holding their shoulders.

  "Where's Mikey?" Nick asks, eyes tired.

"How should I know? Probably with that kid," I snort back, eating up a french fry.

It was raining out and no one really wanted to go out for lunch. So cafeteria food was all we had.

"Aw, little Andy is jealous," Eli croons.

I snarl and throw a ketchup drenched fry at him, missing.

"I'm not little and I'm not jealous!" I hiss.

"Then what's the matter? What's with this death to freshmen thing? Issac has already smashed about twenty of them into lockers," Eli says, eyes serious.

Nick looks up at me, his face going deathly angry.

"What is he talking about, Andy?" Nick asks quietly.

I can't respond to him. I felt a bit guilty, Nick has been trying to help me through this and this is how I repay him?

"You know I don't condone that bullshit," Nick says.