built by bones

Christopher:

"Look," he stared deadpan into my eyes,"Meghan and I have been having sex and..."

"You've been having sex?"

Wow. So my little brother was already bumping and grinding before I have been. UNBELIEVABLE.

"Look. Meghan's parents are out today and mum and dad aren't back till late, nor do they care,"

"So, you're going to stay the night with her?" I shoot him a look of both disgust and impressiveness.

"Yep. So, you've got condoms?"

"No."

"What," he laughs, "you're a virgin?"

"No." Lies.

We both awkwardly stand there, knowing what a big fat lie that was.

"Okay, get to class."

Alfie rolls his eyes, throwing his backpack over his shoulder, walking off to class with swagger dripping from his every movement. 

I head down the other way, the short cut by the back, and in an instant collide with some school druggie.

"Aw, what the hell mate!" I hear him grumble in a strong british accent.

I'm rubbing my head, considering the sharp pain and potential bruise that's there from the hit, and look up to see the asshole.

It was Aiden Brookes, or so I think. I don't know him well, considering the major differences we both have.

He had a fag dangling from his mouth, ash ends dropping slowly. He scrunched his eyes and combed through his light blonde hair, which was like ivory. 

"You're not allowed to smoke on school facilities." I strictly warn him, as he pushes the sleeves of his leather jacket up.

"So?" he arches his eyebrow mockingly.

"Whatever," I mutter under my breath heading to class.

Aiden stops me in my tracks, blocking my way with his lean arm.

"What's your name again?" He shoots, letting out a big puff of smoke. "I think you're in my English, not like I really go to classes."

"It's Chris." I don't know why I tell him but I do.

"Chris." He repeats with a small laugh to himself, as if mocking me.

"Look, I just want to get to class," I reply, trying to maneuver my way out.

"I know, but, it's fun to mess around with people." and in that moment, three other menacing kids gathered around me, they're brightly dyed hair and facial piercings and tattoos terrifying me. And the fact that they were surrounding me with a questioning and pretty fucking intimidating look made me want to curl up in a ball and die.

"Oiy," Aiden nods to me, "This is Chris!" he speaks taking a long drag.

"I know who he is," the girl with the short pink hair speaks. If I was correct, I believe her name was Valerie or Vanessa. Maybe, Victoria.

"You dating that ditsy blonde right?" she eyes me.

"Maisy? She's not that ditsy."

"She's on the fucking cheerleading team and says fucking shit like 'does this have any trans fat in it' or 'isn't the Taj Mahal in China?'" She imitated a squeaky impression of her, which to be fair, wasn't far from inaccurate.

I wasn't sure why I was still here talking to this bunch of misfits, but I was.

"She's not that bad."

"Yea, 'cause her tits are fucking great!" says the ginger guy with the beanie and stoned eyes.

"What do we have now?" Aiden turns to his friends as he throws his cigarette on the ground.

"English." I say.

I know he wasn't asking me but I bet none of those druggies had a clue.

I turned to leave, heading down the hall to class as I felt a tug on my sleeve on my way out.it was Aiden.

"I've got English with you. Don't be a fucking bitch and leave me here." he states, as if we were ever friends. I mean, we never talked. Ever. But I don't answer him. I just nod and continue walking with him by my side.

"Just so you know, we aren't friends. I just tend to forget where the class blocks are. This school's fucking huge." He says as if reading my thoughts exactly.

Aiden was pretty new to school. I knew of it because on his first day, he already got in trouble by shouting at our English teacher for being a 'racist slut' because she made a joke about Mexico and had a tight skirt on. By then, he already made a reputation, and a group of drug loaded friends.