The Muscles and The Meek

9/29/18

<-----James

James

Yes, I was going to a new school. To leave all of my friends that I never had. It was kind of sad and depressing but who was I to care. My mom died from a house fire that I created by leaving the gas on the stove so that pushed my loving dad to go to work more. So technically I was home alone. Sometimes I felt that I don't belong here. I feel like a certain darkness in me that desires a bad boy, smile that would kill me.

Richerd

The new kids coming, at least I can make him do my homework. Yes, I am going to be the fucking jerk of the story. You probably think wow he has everything. Perfect. I was a jock and the captain of the football team. What else can you think, right? Well your wrong, I was raped at age 4. My mom was a cracked addict, My mom made me have a sexual experience with other men and women.

James Pov

"Say hello to James Sanchez!" This was my first day in Grudge School "One of the best schools around!" Principal Dickinson said to me. I laughed at her name. She was polite and kind but they also said she has her moments, so I took that as a warning. "Can someone please give Mr. Sanchez a tour of the school." The teacher, Ms. Carlson said. I never asked for her name because usually, I would find out later. She told me to sign a few papers, giving off my information about my health. It was too many papers to do in one day, but who else was going to sign it. It was always me doing the grown up work. I really didn't like it, but I grew used to.

My school had cute boys, ugly boys, chubby boys (because saying there fat is just rude), and weak ones, I would be put in that group, weak, pathetic. I was just too lazy to get up and do at least some push ups, but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't.

I never thought of it to be like this. Kids high, playing cards, pretty girls doing make up, and guys acting like sudden douche bags. I thought it would be like a boring school because you know, Grudge School? What kind of school is that? But here I was. The principal gave me the talk of the rules and such, but me being who it am, I barely listened. She told me, my first class was up to the third floor, down the hall to the left, at 310. She handed me a paper with schedules, room numbers, and the teachers name.

So I started walking. I walked past all of the categories I said, but there was this one boy who just caught my eye. He wasn't like the rest of the kids he was, cute but more than cute, like a beautiful cute. But I kept walking, didn't expect him to recognize me, but he said something to me,

"Hey little boy, what do you think you're doing."

"Walking to class, what does it look like?" I said, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. He looked at me crazed like someone hasn't ever said a mumbling word to him.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly." He said, but there was something missing. He wasn't scary, like the other boys seemed to portray. His eyes were beautiful, and he looked as if he was dreaming. I smiled at him and began to walk,

"Whatever," I said, sticking up my middle finger. "Your wasting my time." A burst of laughter erupted from the halls. I admit, I had an guilty smile across my face. I felt good. It was my first impression and I was already making the first day.

**
Class was a bore. We talked about Spain and Europe and other boring countries. I strolled through the halls walking to the bathroom. I needed a smoke, a drink, a something to hold me up. I slid past a big girl, talking about this guy named Bradley and how he gave her a hickey. Not very significant but I didn't see the hickey.

I slithered into the bathroom.

"Shit!" Was all I said before the boys in the corner stood up. They looked at me and started to smile. The boy from earlier appeared in the group of the boys.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here. Fresh meat, boys!!" He said, making the other boys howl. He walked up to me and backed me up against the wall.

"What am I going to do with you." He said, it was rather sexy, if you ask me. His ocean eyes made my heart purr with delight.

"So I see dreamy kids got nothing to say?" I looked in his eyes. Nothing seem to make me move, flinch, or even scare me. I began to touch his face until he slapped it away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said. His cheeks grew pink ad he stood there with his friends.

"Let's go boys, we ain't got nothing with him." He indicated as they all stomped pass. I froze there in place like a statue, waiting for the next taunt.