At a Price

II. The Abomination

Andrew King POV:

I can almost feel the vomit crawling up my throat as I pull up to the stop sign. I can see the school from here. The sign , which reads "Hamilton Secondary School," has the unfortunate job of labelling the abomination of Scottsdale, Arizona.  Well, at least to those who attend.

I hate the first day of school. Honestly, who doesn't? Even though you do no work, it's still school. School is so pointless, I don't even know why I still go. I mean, the only good things about school are football and the girls that come along with football. The other bad part about school, you get to (more like have to) reunite with your "friends..." The same "friends" that won't talk to you all summer. Then again, who am I to talk? The only people I talk to are the hot cheerleaders that try to hook up with me. Yeah, try. I know, right. It's surprising from someone like me. Don't get me wrong, I love the attention, especially from hot girls, but I'd never take it that far. Just far enough to keep my heartbreaker reputation.

My philosophy: keep an "amused detachment" from everyone at school. Really, I don't even know what that means. That's just what my mom said when  my parents split and she chose to take my brother instead of me. Since then, I've tried to do the opposite of what my mom would want me to do. Some people try to honour their parents when they're gone, but not me. Maybe if she had died or had no choice but to leave me, I's be more sympathetic. But she left me, so she deserves nothing. No tribute, none of my care, no contact. Nothing.

What if you're wrong? What if you're the one that deserves nothing?

I get lost in my thoughts for a a second, without realizing it, of course. That is, until I hear a car honk at me. I shake it off and continue to pull into the parking lot.

Of course I'm right. You know what, I'm Andrew-freaking-King. I'm the football guy. The whole school bows down to me.

I put on my signature smirk as I pass by the group of cheerleaders on the sidewalk. They all wave to me, except one of them. This girl looks at me and rolls her eyes at her friends.

Wait, that one. She's new. Ew she has glasses. Nope, that should not be allowed. Those glasses aren't even cute. Plus, she didn't even wave to me. You know what, I'll show her. I'm gonna hey her by the end of the week. Who am I kidding, more like the end of the day!

I don't even have to force the smirk that makes its way onto my face now. Turning into spot 25, I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and open my door.