Sad Boys EP

Bad News From CHicago

Pete POV

Ok, so you're all probably wondering "What's his sob story?". What's my "dark, secretive" past that resulted in me becoming a "bad boy". News flash kid, there is none. You're probably expecting me to think "I'll never fall in love" but then, oh then I meet Patrick and he hates me at first but I grow on him. We fall in love and bam white picket fence. That's what you expected right? Well, pal sorry to tell you but this Romeo and Juliet are dead. There is no "badass 70's" romance story about to happen. Nah, we're gonna fall in love imma tell you that but, it's not going to be dreamy. I can tell you I am a rich kid who wanted some adventure so I took daddy's money and now I pretend I'm all tough. That''s me. I have a bunch of friends who are exactly like me, no originality. On a typical day I wear a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Well, I'm gay. That's not really a big deal though. At least to me. So, shall we go to school?

"CLASS BE QUIET!" Mrs. Stoughton, the bitchiest of them all.

Okay so, this school is pretty average. Some kids get bullied, there are the jocks, the cheerleaders, the bad boys, the nerds, the emos. Not really special. Until, I saw this kid. Alright his name is Patrick. I thought he was pretty but, then I noticed something. He gets bullied everyday. Of course almost every kid gets bullied but, Patrick didn't react. He didn't change himself or cower in fear. He was strong. I liked that. So yeah, I kissed him. What's the big deal?

"Yo 'fuckin gay get over here," Says some beef-head jock.

"You got an issue?" I turn around and yell at him.

"Yeah, I don't like fags in my school," I run up to him and put my hand on his chest.

"You don't want to do this," I say in a tiny whisper.

"Oh I think I do." He says in an even tinier whisper.

He places both hands on my shoulders and shoves me. I punch his eye in and he topples in pain. While on the floor he kicks me in the stomach. I put my arm on the lockers for support and slap him while he's down. The teacher separates us. We both get sent down to the office. As I walk down the hallway and the echoes of teachers screaming to kids to get to class, I turn and see a guy in a hood drop something. I look around. He adjusts the straps of his bag and just walks right out the school doors. My first thought is "What the fuck is he really skipping school?" but then I realize he doesn't have student I.D. That means he's random.

"Hey Mrs. Stoughton, may I go to the bathroom?" She glares at me.

"Alright, but no funny buisness." Yes ma'am.

I walk back to the place where the guy dropped the letter. I pick it up and. Fuck. My-my name's on it. Why the hell di-? Wait, what? There are... two letters. One says Pete, and one says Patrick. I look around.

"WHO THE FUCK IS MESSING WITH ME?" I scream in the empty hallway. I bang my head against the concrete wall. I feel so helpless and confused and scared.