He Doesn't Like Black

Stupid Stereotypes

"Sweety, are you awake?" My mom calls from the other side of the door.

"Yep," I mumble.

"Ugh, speak up for once Max. Why are you always so quiet?"

"Uuuuuuugggghhh," I copy her annoyingly.

"Just get up, and come get some breakfast. You have 10 minutes to get ready." Mom informs me.

I hop out of bed, and grab the first outfit that matches my current mood out of my closet. I put on my black skinny jeans, black hoodie with a silver grenade on it, and my hightop black and white Vans. I grab my straightener and hairbrush and go to work on the bush that is my hair. Once I get it straightened and untangled, I ruffle my fingers through my thick soft hair to add that "emo" effect. Then I spray myself down with my favorite cologne. I grab my black and gray backpack and run downstairs just in time for breakfast.

"So, has my little emo found a girlfriend yet?" Says my mom as I stuff a huge bite of pancake into my mouth.

I coke a bit on my food, not expecting the question. "What brought that on?" I say a bit in shock. I love my mom very much. She's the only person that doesn't question my style of dressing, acting, and living in general. She's amazing, but she does tend to probe into my personal life a tad more than is necessary.

"Oh, just thought, you being so cute and all, you'd have the girls falling all over you."

I blush at the concept of even one girl falling for me. "Uh, no, I'm not many girls' type."

"Well, you never will be if you don't turn into a man, trim that stupid bird nest on your head, and build yourself up some muscle." My step dad butts in.

He can be such a basturd sometimes. He's never exempted me. I send him a deadly glance. I wouldn't mind having some powers at a time like this.

"Well, do you at least like a girl?" My mom probes.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh.

"Wouldn't surprise me a bit if the little heathen is gay." Says my stupid step dad.

"Herman!!! I can't believe you just said that!" Yells my mom.

I just sit there staring at my step dad in disgust. I get up and leave the table as I've lost my appetite.

"Bye!" I yell blawly as I walk out the door. I have maybe a two minute walk to my school. So, I prefer not to take the school bus. Suddenly, I hear a chuckle behind me. I know that chuckle. That deep, intimidating, brutish laugh can belong to only one, big, brainless idiot in this universe. Collin. Collin has lived in our neighborhood for tree years now. Eververy day, it seems like, he comes up with a new name to call me.

"Hey, funeral goer."

"Ah, I'm disappointed, is that the best you can do, Dumbzilla?" I say taunting the large boy failing to bully me. Though Collin is much bigger than me, I could beat him easily. I'm too strategic. Besides, I could make him cry with my hard, evil stare.

"You wanna say that to my face?" He says threateningly.

"I don't chew my cabbage twice, bitch." I say confidently.

"Oh, your in for it now little boy."

I scoff. "Oh, I'm sooooooooooo scared."

"You should be, it's not just me today" says Collin.

I remember the last run in I had with with Collin and his gang. Let's just say it was more of a "run out". I don't stop walking. Soon, I'm in the safe vone (school parking lot). I gulp as I feel a hand grip my shoulder. I stop walking as my captor pulls back on my hood choking me. I turn to see Collin with about five other brainless blokes.

"Hhhmmm....this one's young." Says a tall brown headed guy next to Collin. "Thought you said he was in our grade."

"He is," Answers Collin. "He's a smart one."

I cringe at their usage of words.

"Emo huh, Hey, aren't most of them gay?" Says a redhead with a smirk.

I already hate this guy and his stereotypes.

"Don't know, I think we should put this little fella on homework duty though. After all, he did let us catch him." Says the brownhaired boy.

"Oh I don't know, I kinda had other plans for this one." Says an older guy with raven black hair and shocking green eyes.

I get the feeling this guys intentions are far from pure.

"What?! n-n-n-n-noooooooo, not this time. Jerry you ain't doing nothing with that kid," says a smaller guy with sunglasses on.

Jerry seems disappointed. "Damnit Fritz, I'm fucking horny. You realize I haven't had sex in over a week?!"

I gasp knowing what could be in store for me.

"Oh, you poor, poor thing." Says Collin sarcasticly.

"You just watch it. I'm the oldest. I out-rank you. If I don't get some satisfaction pretty soon, you might be the lucky one I take it out on." Says Jerry threateningly.

"Oh, you just try that buddy. I could beat you without even trying. You ain't never touching me. Hey, by the way, I thought you said you weren't gay?"

I'm not! But......I mean......a hole is just a hole......doesn't matter the gender of that hole."

"You're sick," said the redheaded boy.

As they all stared at Jerry with disgust, I noticed that Collin had let go of my hood. I made a break for it. Ain't no way I'm gettin' fucked today, or any other day.

"Get him," says Jerry.

"Nah, let him go. He got away fair and square. We'll get him sooner or later." Says Fritz.

I run into the school just as the tardy bell rings.

"Young man! What do you think your doing?" Says one of my least favorite teachers.

"Just trying to get to class. I've had a rough morning." I mumble.

"Well, hurry it up then."

I flip her off in my hoodie pocket, and run-walk to first period.

LUCKY FOR MAX I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE WRITING SMUT TONIGHT. BUT WILL HE BE ABLE TO AVOID COLLIN AND THE GANG FOR LONG? CAN HE HIDE FOREVER, OR WILL THE GANG GIVE UP THE CHASE? IS THERE A POSSIBILITY MAX WILL GET SOME CRAZY POWERS? IT'S ALL UP TO ME ( THE AUTHUR). HOWEVER, IF YOU WANT YOUR IDEA IN THIS STORY, LEAVE IT IN THE COMMENTS.✌➡️