Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 1

Sarcasm ||Xavier Coles

Senior year. Thank god this is my final year in the hell that is considered a school. As much as learning about the world around me is interesting. Being stuck with a bunch of egotistical, rude, selfish and all around assholes isn't my idea of fun. I'd much rather learn anywhere else but there.

My alarm clock read 6:55am which sadly meant I only had five more minutes of contemplating the meaning of life before Im forced to face reality.

"Xavier!" The voice of my younger sister yelled as she opened my door. Towel wrapped tightly around, soap bottles and other items clutched to her chest. "My shower broke again" was her explanation, frustration clear in her eyes as she walked in my room, managing to grab a random shirt of mine before disappearing in my ensuite.

I adore my younger sister. I really do but if she makes a mess of my bathroom with all her make up and girl products, I won't be happy. Unlike me who enjoys my space to be clear of mess and clutter, she has missed that gene completely and can't keep her bedroom tidy to save her life.

Huffing, I got up figuring my peace for the remaining three minutes will be pointless, with my sister turning in to the next American idol singing Harry Styles' new album at the top of her lungs. If she tried, it would be a decent listen but she doesn't and makes a point to hit every high note off key.

Walking down the stairs, i started breakfast since my dad worked nightshift at the hospital last night so he would still be asleep and my father is currently in Hollywood shooting a bit for a movie. I find it hilarious that my father, world known MMA fighter, was asked to play in a movie as a extra, I think he only has a few lines, it's still funny since my father acting skills are around the same as my sisters cleanliness.

10 minutes later, I was finished making breakfast and as if on cue Autumn walked in, wearing my shirt that drowned her small five foot five frame. "Thank you brother dearest" she said grinning as I handed her a plate, 2 pancakes and bacon topped with Maple syrup and icing sugar.

Autumn and I, actually get on pretty well together. She is the outgoing one that loves to be the in the middle of almost everything, talks to everybody and anybody and isn't afraid to talk her mind, which I love. She is my best friend and I couldn't of asked for a better younger sister to contrast on my shy, introverted personality.

I groaned staring at what I believe to be the aftermath of my sister, "Autumn! Clean up your shit" I huffed looking behind me to see Autumn trying to sneak into her room. "Now" I snapped lightly, making her huff, putting on a show of her struggle and the hard life she is forced to live. Poor child.

Grabbing a random band shirt out of my wardrobe, not caring to see which one before putting it on, my beanie shoved over my unkept hair and swapping my pyjama pants for black ripped skinny jeans.

"Let's go Tammy" I shouted from the front door, my bag slung over my shoulder with her shoulder bag in my hands. She came bounding down the stairs, I raised an eyebrow at my shirt, which was tucked into to her jeans.

"Do you even know who 'Bowling for Soup' is?" I asked as she grabbed her bag from my outstretched hand. Rolling my eyes, she shook her head "Nope, but it doesn't matter cause by the time I get to school you would of told me" she answered opening the door to my Ford Mustang.

"Nineteen eighty-five, my personal favourite and Bowling for soup's biggest hit"  I said as I connected my phone to the radio, pressing play.

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"Hi babe" a voice purred in my ear as hands covered my eyes. "Guess who?" She whispered. I sighed, gently pulling her hands away from my eyes. "Kiara" I muttered. I had hopes that her obsession to get in my pants would of warn off with me blocking her- not one but two- Facebook accounts.