Bad Boys

t w o ~ Stupid Boy

I have better things to do than be here. I know this. The guys know this. But we're still here anyways. Most likely we'll ditch before lunch even rolls around. We may not even wander into class. Who knows we could spend the entire day here behind the bleachers. Jax is getting high, and Bash has a cigarette lazily placed between his teeth, but the rest of us are just standing around, waiting for the bell to ring. When it does, we'll decide if we go to class or not. Either way, there isn't much else to do.

Despite this being a cliché hide out, no one else comes here in the mornings. It's possible most of them are scared of us, but more likely they're just in the back seats of the back lot. Here you'd either be pressed against metal sticks or the trash littered ground. Neither choice seems pleasant, and the majority of the population isn't stupid enough to smoke or do drugs right on campus. The guys and I no longer care about being caught. What's one more mark on our record? It doesn't matter anyways.

The bell rings and we drag our feet to the school. I don't bother asking anyone why we're walking in this direction instead of off campus. None of us have a real answer to that particular question. The school's just lucky we are gracing it with our presence today. Several girls, particularly the freshmen, follow us with their eyes as we walk, a few guys nod in our direction, but most of the school tries to dodge us. We might have a reputation for being good at the after parties, but we also have a reputation of getting caught one too many times. That sort of thing always results in mixed feelings.

I don't bother stopping by a locker. It's not like I brought anything useful to school, besides I wouldn't grab anything even if I had. So I leave the guys and head straight to my first class, people give me a wide berth as I do. This is the only day I will be early for class, and that is only so I can snag a seat in the back without having to talk anyone else out of it.

I pull out my chair and take my seat. I slam my boots, with more force than necessary, on the top of the desk. The teacher doesn't look up, but several students glance back at the ruckus. I smirk and lean back. This is all the effort I'm putting in for the day.

The bell rings and the rest of the people in the classroom sit down. The teacher introduces himself, but I don't bother remembering his name. He then starts the first day of school spiel, which I tune out. When the class is finally over, I leave the classroom and shockingly head to my second class. I take another back seat and sit there until I head to my third class. And then I'm spent, and bored out of my mind so I head down the hall, away from the door of my fourth class. That's when I see her standing at a locker, and removing a white binder that has seen better days.

"You're crazy. Absolutely insane. You know that right?" says the brunette next to her. She smiles. I lean against the wall purposefully in listening distance.

"I know. But her face when she had to pick me up was worth it. Besides you could've come. And if you had, maybe I would've run."

"Yeah sure, because I could've convinced you of that."

"You've seen the list. I didn't have a choice. I had to stay."

"You could change the list to things that are actually legal."

"Now where's the fun in that?" She closes the locker and turns towards the brunette. "If I had done that, I wouldn't have made a halfway friend."

"Who was getting high."

"He was already high. His friends were getting higher. Let's keep our facts straight here." I can't help but smirk at that comment. Her and the brunette start to head down the hall in the opposite direction of where I am eavesdropping. I move to follow them when Ryder comes up beside me.