Outcast (A Krii7y Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

-Smitty's POV-

I stared over at the decently sized group of people, surrounding John. He was, yet again, with Clayton showing off some new tricks with their vape. Kids shoved past me, like I wasn't there at all. I glared at the kids running by, cameras video taping the two being utter idiots. I slipped my grey headphones on and blasted music, trying to focus on the beat. I walked over to the school steps, and sat down, leaning back and relaxing. I hummed along to the tune and lightly tapped my foot, smirking a little bit.

I looked around and saw the normal friend groups, the jocks, the populars, the nerds, the geeks, the outcasts, teachers pets, the whole lot. Now, you'd think I'd be over with the outcasts, and I'm sorry to say you are mistaken. I was so much of an outcast, that the outcasts didn't even acknowledge my existence. Then there was them. These two had to be the most popular in the school. The Vape King, and his sidekick. They probably didn't know I was even a student here at Theo Valley High.

It doesn't even matter if they noticed me or not. To me they were the scum of the school. Now, the two boys were charming as they come, but they were still stuck-up fuckboys, who'd be the last people I'd associate with on this green earth. They only cared about being popular, and didn't have many friends to my knowledge outside of each other. John however, and I will admit this, had a very good sense of style. He always sported clothes and outfits similar to mine, and the brands he wore were different and expensive. His shoes always complemented the outfit he wore, and so did his watches.

Clayton also had a decent sense of style, but it was a basic 'bad boy' look. I looked down at my own clothes, seeing my favorite buffalo plaid flannel, with white ripped skinny jeans and black shoes. A simple outfit, which was my favorite. As the next song played, and the school bell rung signaling the end of another day in hell, I stood and walked to my bus. Heading back to my home away from hell.

-John'sPOV-

I laughed along with Clayton as the people gathered around us called out different tricks to do. After a while, the bell rang and Clayton and I did one last closing trick, then bid everyone adieu. We said our own farewells, and went our separate ways. I walked towards the back of the school, toward my truck. As I walked passed the bus lot, I glanced around. The first thing that caught my eye, was a buffalo plaid shirt. Plaid was on of my favorite patterns, and the black and red collided perfectly together. I slowed my pace to get a full look of the outfit. White skinny jeans, and black shoes.

I looked at the male wearing the clothes, and realized it was the Canadian transfer. I don't even know that kids name... When did he even start going here? I continued to my truck and started it up, once again looking at the kid smiling to myself.

I drove through a couple backroads to my parents house, parking next to my dad's Jeep. I walked up the steps, opening the front door meeting my mom's smiling face. "Hey Ma," I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I walked by her, pulling the door shut, "I see dad got his Jeep clean." "Well, not for very long. In a couple days he's going to take it for a drive around town, taking as many muddy backroads as possible, I guarantee it." She gave a soft chuckle and I walked up to my dad's office.

"Hey Dad. Going mudding on Thursday?" He laughed and nodded. "Can I come this time? I'd love to get my truck a bit dirty, and I haven't gone in a while." "Of course you can. Just, please, don't bring that juvenile that you call your friend. You can bring someone but not him." I rolled my eyes and muttered a response, walking to my room.

-Smitty's POV-

I walked off the bus and walked up my house steps. My music still playing, but I turned it down in case my dad wanted to talk to me, and sure enough he did. I walked into my house and my dad was at the table, looking over some papers. He turned to me and smiled, I smiled back. "How was school?" "Same as always Pops. One teacher said they liked my outfit, so that's progress... I guess." He smiled, then sighed.