Chapter one - You're hot but still got standards :,)
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Life is a bitch.
Sorry-- But I will not feel penitent for lunching a missile of reality at your face. What I quoted is undeniably factual, and you know that.
Life is a rude, inconsiderate, uncivil bitch. In need of a valid example? Just yesterday my car broke down, approximately 8:30 night near a fucking gas station. I know in the wonders of your mind that I am reacting to it like it's certainly problematical, but shit like this adds on my bombarded stress already on me. Now, I have to attend school with my inconsiderate brother that always moves my private air conditioner to him during the car ride to my death.
"What are you doing?" Mike hastily snaps at me after I tried sneaking my hand to change the unknown song blasting in my ears.
"Changing the radio." I excuse and him stopping at the red light, "If I'm being physically forced to stay in this car, we are not listening to your unknown hip pops and shit." I quickly turn off the radio, leaning back on my chair and admiring the outside through the class window.
Quickly, a piece falls onto my cheek. I tuck it back behind my ear before I heard my brothers voice again. "You think my stuff is trash?" He's acting as if I was being sarcastic the first. He slides in a scoff. Oh please, I'm always sarcastic.
"Yes! it's redundant and ridiculous, some of the words barley have any meaning." I throw double the scoff at him and take the urge to cross my arms over my chest at this obscene.
"Oh please, you're ridiculous! Your favorite singer is Harry Styles!" He fires back and he took a sharp right turn the second it turned green.
My insides triggered, "Damn right!" I exclaim.
In my offense, Harry Styles is the most underrated and humble human being I know that is a part in the music industry. I love hearing his lovely voice and the meaning the puts in his lyrics.
"You know what? Just let me temporarily die and renewer me when we're there, okay thanks!" My whole body slides down my seat in dread, and I close my eyes waiting for this death ride to be over.
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More than ten minutes later we arrived at school. High school yet again is truly horrific to every human soul. Even if they slowly don't wanna to admit it.
My loose brown curls follow me as I turn into the hallway. My backpack on my shoulders and my ten pounds of books hunching me down. The sheets of graded paper in my hands the "inaccurate to judge your future", also known as a deceitful test. I took it out before I left the car you know, so I am readying to hand it in fast, like a ninja. I peer in the cluttered hallway for my class. History.
I hate school... I hate people, and I hate all things that possibly annoy me and yet life said "fuck you, deal with this life style,"
Always saddens me.
I barge into the open door of my class, "Mister Link," I head over to his desk and place my sheet of paper next to his layers of dread work, "Hey, so I need to discuss something. The B you gave me on this assignment needs to be changed, you see for number four it's suppose to be that 'Thomas Jefferson and John Adams did die on the same day'. Just something for you to change. And I didn't want to be an ass and do it at lunch and yet that you know, classic teacher rant on wasting time, onward soo..." I'm blabbering, and sounding very shaky and ridiculous. Mister link gives me a blank stare through his narrowed eyes before the corner of his mouth lift up.
"Alexa," he begins, "See all of this is temporary, this school... and all these people are as well. So why don't you go out forget about this and have fun?!" He explains lightly and of course my head tilts to one side.
"Yeah... see, that involves having social life and I don't have that yet." I trail off slowly but making a point.
He gives a tiny chuckle, "Well try, having a life can be much fun, like drinking, parties! And do stuff." He said. I take hold of my bottom lip, shifting my eyes a bit.
"No, I think the shit that has bombarded on me is dealing my lack of 'fun' pretty well, and you marking my answer as been the highlight of my weekend. So thanks, Mister L." I finish off and ending up being seated at my desk located in the back of the room and shortly the bell ring. People already appearing in their seats, I notice in the corner of my eye. Chattering gradually rages.
I reach for my marterals in my navy backpack as my unprovoked attention goes to our teacher heading in the front of the class. "Okay," Everyone's snaps their head up, realizing their was a smoking hot guy next to him the whole time, "Everyone eyes on this boy, we have a new student,"
New student? In my class?
Shit, could my life get anymore ironic?
Okay okay, to get things straight, the guy was hot, like he's burning my eyes. He had black jeans on and a white tee. Short, dark brown hair with his hazel eyes.
"His name is... what's your name?" Mister Link casually turns and ask.
"Dylan, I moved here from Nevada a week ago." Dylan quickly replied confidently. Oh, so the hot salami does talk...
"Of course, like what they always say. What ever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, am I right?" Mister Link jokes, nudging Dylan's arm and him vaguely and awkwardly laughing as the moment passes by. Is he nervous by any chance?
Mister Link take deep laugh, "Enjoy him." He states before leaving playing a historical DVD into he tv and leaving the classroom. At this moment all eyes were on Dylan, how his slowly moves were eye catching and the way he picked a seat in the front row. I'm already sure that the gossipers of school is already pinned their conversation subject about him.
I wish I could enjoy him.
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First chapter, what do you think? Should I continue? It's live at @sarcasticallyharry account on Instagram!
