It's Okay to be Different

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"Hey Scott, we still on for tonight?" Travis asks as he passes by me in the hall on the way to 7th period.

"Absolutely. It's gonna be lit!" I love the slang of 2017. We do our bro handshake and I make my way to the chorus room.

Chorus is the same as always. The girls swoon over me and the boys... well they swoon over me too. I haven't found anyone that has caught my eye. I don't think I will at this dump of a school.

The final bell rings and I walk out to my car. Travis is already waiting by my car with my keys twirling around his finger.

"When did you get those?" I laugh as I grab my keys from him and open the door to my car.

"In the hall, you should keep them secure Hoying." He replies as he gets into the passenger side.

"Are we waiting on Tyler and Troye?" I ask.

"Nah, they're gonna meet us at the club."

"Club?" He smirks and holds up two fake IDs. "You got us fake IDs? Holy shit. This is gonna be fun." Apparantly my name is Charles Dougan. I'm 22. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Organ donor from Arlington, Texas.

"Yeah they cost me fifty bucks a piece. I got one for Tyler and Troye too." He says as he examines his. His name is Eric Staton. 21 years old. Blonde hair and blue eyes. From Fort Worth, Texas.

"Ooh, I'll have to pay you back." I cringe at the price. He paid 200 bucks for one night at the club?

"Nah, they're good for a year man. Party every night!" He cheers and I cheer with him.

We waste time by going back to his house and playing video games until 11. Then we get back in my Mustang GT that my dad got me for my birthday and drive to the club.

When we pull into the parking lot, you can hear the bass thumping from outside. What a night this is going to be.

Tyler and Troye pull up a few minutes later and meet us at the trunk of my car. We approach the club with our heads held high.

We flash our IDs to the bouncer outside the doors and he nods his head in approval before opening the door for us.

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj is playing when we step inside. Travis is already walking towards the dance floor. Tyler and Troye make their way to a group of people to mingle. And me? I go to the bar.

I don't have to be drunk to have a good time. But I like to be drunk when I have a good time. I show the bartender my ID. "Can I get a scotch, neat?"

He passes me a shot glass and I down it quickly and ask for another, passing a 50 over the counter. "Keep em coming, please."

After about 11 shots, I'm almost on the floor. I've already bought 3 girls enough drinks to get them wasted. I don't even know how much I've spent. But I don't care. Drunk Scotty is ready to play.

I stumble out on the dance floor and start jumping around to "Shots" by LMFAO. When the song ends and "Get Low" by Lil Jon comes on, I scream out "OH FUCK THIS SONG IS MY SHIT!" in a slurred manner.

When the chorus comes around I've jumped around enough to make my stomach churn, but I ignore it and continue jumping as I yell the lyrics with everyone in the club.