Before the Hunt

Six: Friday Beat-Down

POV Jeff

I dreaded going back to school that morning. Not only because my fever was back, and Estelle didn't want me to miss over two weeks of school, but also because I have homeroom with Thomas. Bleh, Thomas. The bratty frat boy blondie with a fake tan and wore the same damn "Sk8 to Cre8" shirt, he's a skater, but a cancerous one. And I know what's retarded and what's not retarded, mainly because I'm friends with Vincent, and if there was a cancer scale, Thomas would be on top. I hate the man, I despise him. Mainly because he tried to grab Marceline's thighs one time during some summer "get-together" (it was a party that my ninth-grader neighbor threw), but she beat the shit outta him once she realized what he was doin. Thank Jesus for her fuck boy senses, which will go off during P.E. if Grant stares at Carson's tits for too long. Marceline will call out, "Beep beep! We got ourselves a ffffuck boy!" as she makes an air horn sound with her hands covering her mouth. She's good at shit like that, like how she can sound like Chucky from Child's Play. And that voice still haunts me... great.

I rolled outta bed that morning, not wanting to get up. Estelle had left for work, and expected me to go to school, like a good boy. I put on an old violet hoodie, some khaki pants that had a hole in them from when I fell off Archie's motor bike and a rock tore a hole in my lower left pant leg, and I put on my old, muddy black Vans. I combed my hair, skipped deodorant (because I'm lazy), ate a mint and chewed some spearmint Extract gum so my breath smelled like I'd actually brushed my teeth, and I grabbed my shit and headed out to the bus stop, where I chatted with Vincent and his twin Archie for a good solid ten minutes.

"Yo Jeff, how's life not being sick?" Vincent asked me as he played some game on his Nintendo. I shrugged as I leaned against the stop sign that sat in the front of our street, "Eh, just eh I guess." "Kewl. AYE, ARCHIE! STOP KISSING YOUR MIRROR AND GET OUT HERE!" Vincent called out as he waited for Archie. Archie ran outside about three minutes later, holding his bag in one hand, and rolling his motor bike down the road in the other. "Sorry guys, had to feed the hedgehog," he said as he put on his back pack and leaned the bike against the stop sign. These two twins were my favorite pair, but it's sad to think that they're moving into Marceline's neighborhood in a few days. Vincent was like me, a bastard with trust issues. And Archie, a douche bag with a hipster brain. Vincent and Archie both had fair skin, black hair, black eyes, and some thick eyebrows. Only Archie bleached his hair the summer before seventh grade, and he's stuck with it since. He's the kinda guy that listens to Kevin Rudolf, Foster the People, and Florence and the Machine. For me and Vincent, just Nas, Michael Jackson, and AC/DC, which Isaac dragged us both into because of his Dad's taste in music. And Isaac's like, the dad friend of our group. Vincent and I are the troubled delinquents, Don's the toddler on crack, and  Marceline's the hip aunt that will avoid going to family reunions and would just sit in a bar and make fun of how bad people are all day. As you can see, we're a pretty stable, little corrupt family. Soon the bus arrived as we all  looked at each other and sighed. Once we stepped on, Archie looked at us and said, "I loath the bus." "Same," I said as we walked to the back to chat with all the drug dealers we knew. 

The bus ride was chill, but once those doors opened, the gates of Hell was released. As I got off the bus, I ran down the school's hall and into the picnic table area. Once I found the blue rim of Isaac's aviators, I darted over to the table and said, "It's Britney bitch." as I dropped my biracial ass on the cold seat next to Don, who was on his phone looking up answers for his science homework. "Hey Jeff, feeling okay?" Marceline asked as she looked up from drawing in her little sketch book. I shrugged, "Fever's back, but I can't miss another day at school according to Estelle." "That sucks," Isaac said, cleaning off his watch. "Well, you swallow bitch," I remarked. "Oh I see your stupidity didn't leave you when you were sick," Marceline jokingly said as she put away her sketch book. I nodded, "24 hour dumb ass, seven days a week. I'll be here all night ladies." and I propped my feet on the table. Marceline and Isaac snickered as Don gave me a death stare, since I put my muddy shoes on his homework. Once that bell for hell rang, we all got up and went to class.