transit (boyxboy)

one

School sucked ass. That wasn't even an opinion of mine anymore, it had become fact. There wasn't a point to it anymore, to me. I mean, I barely went in and, every time I did, I ended up suspended anyway. What was the point?

I came in today, though. I figured I would "give it a go" as my mama put it. Plus, I had nothing better to do today I guess.

As I walked into the building, I mentally groaned. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. I shouldn't have even put on my shoes. I should have just gone somewhere else. I didn't have a specific place in mind but I was positive that any place was better than this one.

"Good morning, Mr. Bostwick," My first-period teacher said as I walked into his room. Science. God, how dumber could this get? It was bad enough he said the wrong name, probably on purpose, now I had to endure this stupid class.

"Quinn." I corrected and made a beeline towards my seat in the back. I didn't bother looking back at him or even saying anything else, I just made my way down the aisle of desks. When I neared my destination, though, some asshole tripped me and I stumbled a bit. I only chuckled in return as I composed myself, stood up, and faced whoever did it.

"Jack, ah, I knew I smelled douche someplace but I just assumed your mom stopped by." I chuckled and turned around.

"At least I have a mom. I'm surprised yours hasn't ditched like your dad." He scoffed. I squinted my eyes and stepped over to him, getting in his face.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me. Now, get the fuck away from me, Bostwick." He spat in my face, pushing me back forcefully as he stood up. Jack toppled over me but I stood my ground. He had no right to talk about my family like he was better than me; no one did.

"Take it back, Jack," I told him as I balled my fist and furrowed my eyebrows. People gawked around us as my teacher just stood there at the door. He didn't care. Then again, why would he? He didn't even care enough to say the right damn name.

"Grade A. Now, get the fuck away from me." He said. I was heated. I took a deep breath, though, and just looked at him. I didn't want to fight so early. Well, I didn't want to fight Jack so early. He wouldn't have been much to handle and if I'm going out of my way to fight, I want it to be worth it.

I rolled my eyes as I looked at his disgusting presence and turned around to go back to my seat. What a fucking loser.

That was all before I was met with a punch square in the back. I fell forward and groaned but got up quickly. I tightened my fist and punched Jack in the face as hard as I could. He fell back with a small thud as he held his bloody nose but I got on top of him and punched him in the face again.

Over and over, I punched him until I had gotten his cocky blood over my knuckles. Still, my teacher stood there with no expression while everyone else in the room looked at me like I was some kind of animal. Why did they get the right to do so? Why did they feel bad for the kid that hit me first and made me out to be a waste?

I looked down at Jack who sat there, a bloody knocked-out mess. I looked back up at my teacher who pointed outside of the classroom, referring the dean's office.

"You know what? Fuck this." I grabbed my almost empty backpack and charged the front of the room. "Fuck all of you" I flipped off my teacher and the class and promptly exited the classroom with a single slam of the door. I walked out of the building and down the street with my hands in my pockets.

No one followed me and no one tried to stop me as I made my way back home. It was like no one cared. Well, that fit just fine because I had no intention of going back there. I had no intention of seeing those losers ever fucking again.

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