"Romeo, wake up!" I hear my mother call from up the stairs. I groan, as I hear her footsteps come down the stairs. "Romeo, get your lazy ass up and get ready for school, before you are late again." She says, walking to the only window I have, and opening the shades so the sunlight shines through, hitting my face. "Romeo! I said get up! If you are late one more time, you are going to get suspended, and if you get suspended, I am making you go with your father." She hisses walking over to my bed.
This is what makes my eyes shot open right away and I throw the blankets off of me. "I'm awake, Mom. See? It's okay, I won't be late. Can you, um, leave so I can get dressed?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck.
My mother glares at me, as if she thinks I am going to go back to bed when she leaves, but I wouldn't. Not when she threatens to send me back to my dad's house. She narrows her eyes at me, as I just stare back at her. "Be up in five minutes." She said, before turning around and walking up the stairs and out of the basement.
Yeah, my bedroom was the basement of the house, but that is what I wanted, my mom was against it for a while, but I started spending most of my time down here, and she seemed to not care after a while. When I hear the door click shut, I get out of bed and walk to my dresser grabbing out a pair of black skinny jeans, pulling my shorts off and pulling the jeans on, buttoning them so they stay up. I grab a random black shirt and pull it on over my bare torso, looking in the mirror seeing that the shirt is an old Black Veil Brides shirt. I shake my head and pull it off over my head and toss it aside, grabbing a plain white shirt, pulling it on over my body, and grabbing my leather jacket that hangs on the end of my bed post, grabbing my wallet and car keys, shoving them in my back pocket as I walk up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.
I open the bedroom door and walk out seeing my mother waiting right there. I sigh and shut the door behind me. "Romeo, what am I going to do with you? I bought you all of these nice school clothes, that you seemed to enjoy, yet you wear that jacket everyday, and just about the same outfit." She says, looking at my outfit.
I sigh, silently, and shrug. "Mom, I just like looking like this okay?" I say, walking past her, to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and the pack of Parliament cigarettes off of the counter and put them in my leather jacket pocket. I walk to my mom again, and kiss her cheek. "I will see you later, mom. Love you." I say, before walking away.
My mom grabs my hand, making me stop in my tracks. "Give me a hug, Romeo." She said softly.
I smile faintly at her, turning to her and hugging her against my chest. My mother was the average size for a woman her age, she stood at 5 foot 8 inches, but me, I stood at 6 foot 4 inches. She let's go of me and nods, "Have a good day at school. Don't get in any fights, and learn something, okay?" She says, softly.
I smile at her and nod, walking to the front door and pulling on my black combat boots, before walking out of the front door to my black 1989 Ford Bronco. I get in the car and drive to the 3 miles in no time to Stormskin High School where I attend as a Senior. I park in my normal spot in the back of the parking lot, get out of my Bronco and shut the door, locking it. I push my keys in my pocket, and pull out my cigarettes and lighter, lighting one and putting it in my mouth, taking a drag.
A few guys walk by and laugh. "Oh, look, a faggot smoking a fag!" They laugh.
I don't even raise an eye brow at them, as I take another drag and blow the smoke out of my nose. "Look, now he is trying to be anything but a faggot! He is trying to be a dragon." They laugh, and stop in front of me.
"You know, a faggot shouldn't be allowed to smoke its on kind. Just like how they shouldn't fuck other guys. It's wrong." The only girl among them says.
"Come on, fag, aren't you going to say anything?" The younger guy asks.
I look at them, cigarette still between my teeth, a smirk spreads across my face, as I walk toward them. I take my cigarette out of my mouth and hold it in between my index and middle finger, walking straight up to the tallest guys face. He is still shorter than I am. "Call me a fag or faggot one more time." I say, lowly. The guy looks at his friends behind him. They aren't going to help you. I think.
The guy laughs it off and looks at me again, "Faggot." I smile, and take one more drag of my cigarette, pulling it out of my mouth and blowing the smoke in his face, holding the cigarette up to the sun, looking at it. I look back down at the guy who is coughing and smirk. I move my hand and place the lit part of my cigarette right on his neck, holding it there as he tries to squirm away.
"Ow, ow, ow! HELP! He is burning me!" He screams.
I smirk, and all of his friends step back. I pull the cigarette back from his neck and let it fall to the ground stepping on it with my boot. "Anyone else want to call me a faggot?" I ask, as the guy runs off crying. His friends shake their heads and stare at me with wide eyes. "Then fucking beat it." I snap.
They all scatter.
