Spotted| BWWM

Silas

I was woken up by the stupid alarm clock that rung continuously next to my head. I picked it up and threw it across my room.

I watched as the alarm clock shattered into pieces. That's my 5th alarm clock in one week. I've gotta stop doing that.

Nevertheless I got out of bed and stretched my limbs. Today is the first day of school and I hate it. I don't want to go back to that hell hole.

At High school high I'm considered the bad boy, the player, and Mr. Popular. All those things couldn't be more wrong.

I've never had a girlfriend nor do I want one. I don't know how I'm even considered popular when I don't mess with anyone at that school. Everyone in there makes my ass itch.

After my own parents betrayed me I learned to never trust anyone. I don't have not one friend and I'm happy I don't. The people you get closest to tend to switch up.

I walked out of my room and into my little sister's room. Big pink letters on her door spelled out Jordan.

Once Jordan was born my worthless parents left the hospital without any warning. They left their 9 year old son to take care of a new born baby. Luckily for me my grandparents stepped up and took us in as their own.

I'm kinda of happy that they left though. Both my mom and my dad were drug dealers. And to add to it my mom was a prostitute. I wouldn't want my baby sister growing up around the random man that walks in and out of that house.

They even tried to sell me for a bag of weed once. I'm lucky that before the man could get me he had a drug overdose and died. It should've been my parents though.

Three months ago when I turned 18 I officially made Jordan my responsibility. After she was legally mine I moved out of my grandparents house and bought a house for Jordan and I. Don't ask me how I paid for it. That's a story for another time.

I softly opened her door and walked to her bed. I kissed her forehead and shook her awake. Seconds later her eyes opened up.

"Goodmoring princess"

"Goodnight" she said as she turned her back to me. She pulled the blanket over her head and tried to go back to sleep. She does this every first day of school.

I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I put her on the floor and handed her toothbrush. I walked out of her bathroom and went into mine.

I brushed my teeth and showered in I under 20 minutes. Jordan on the other hand was still in the shower using up all the hot water as usually. This 9 year old takes forever to eat, get out of bed, and shower.

When I stepped out of the shower I walked into my closet and looked for my outfit. I picked out my black ripped jeans, black boots  and my signature black leather hoodie.

I've had it ever since I was a freshman. The jacket was a good way for people to stay away from me and try not to talk to me. I thought it was going to work but no.

The mysterious vibe I gave off only drew people in. Girls would try to talk to me just so they can see under my hoodie. No one at that school has ever seen my face before and I'll like to keep it that way.

20 minutes later Jordan came out of her room with her plain black shirt, black ripped jeans and black hurraches. I picked up our book bags and walked out the door. I locked the door and walked Jordan to the car. She buckled up and I went over to the drivers seat. 

Once I pulled up to Jordan's school all the parents coward back in fear. They think just because I always cover my face with a hoodie that I'm a freak. Even their kids stay away from Jordan just because she's seen with me. But hey, they're just following their parent's commands.

About 90% of my body is covered in black ink. If you saw an empty spot then you were lucky. My tattoos often gave grown ups the wrong vibes. The parents often shield their kids away from me like I'm just gonna eat them or something.

But, I'm used to it. Who would let their daughter date a guy that has tattoos running up his neck?

Most girls find guys with tattoos unattractive anyways.

After I dropped Jordan off at school I slowly made my way to mine. Who names a high school High School High?

The name of the school was the second dumbest thing about that school. The first dumbest thing about the school was the people.

That school is your typically cliche high school with the bullies, nerds, jocks, and populars.

There was nothing unique about that school. All the girls were the same with their short skirts, high heel, and caked faces. I want something different which is why I'm still single.

As I walked into the school many people called my name or tried to clap me up. I just looked at them under my hoodie and kept on walking. If I'm being forced to come to school I don't want to deal with idiots too.

I was about to go to my locker when Emily and her clowns stopped me. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk around them. She's been trying to make me talk to her for years now. She can't see that I don't like her.

"Hi Silas"

Bye dog.

"How was your day?"

Great before I saw you.

"You wanna come to my house later?"

I rather cut my own arms off and eat them.

"Is that a yes?"

I took one good look at her and walked away. I stayed in front of her one minute too long.

As I was making my way to my locker something caught my eyes. It was a beautiful girl with brown and white spots on her. She must be new here.

As I looked at her I said one thing to myself. She won't last a week.

Emily and her people are know to chase all the unique people out of this school. Especially the pretty girls.

I remember last year there was this girl who was in a wheelchair who decided to give this school a chance.

On her first day Emily threatened to push her down a flight of stairs. After that she never came back to school again.

I cleared my head and went to pick up my schedule from the main office. I rung the bell causing a little old lady look up from the paper she was reading.

She already knew who I was. I often see her in the hallway giving me terrified looks and sometimes disgusted looks too. She thinks just because I wear a hoodie that covers my face I can't see her.

I could tell it was because of my tattoos. It always is.

After I got my schedule I made my way to first period. Even though it wouldn't start for about twenty minutes I like to get there first to take the seat that has less humans surrounding it.

As I was waiting for class to start I heard a bunch of cheering coming from the hallway. It's probably a fight.

Should I go check it out? Nahhh, it's none of my business.

So I just sat there and waited for class to start. Hopefully today is a good drama free day. But then again, it's high school.