He Doesn't Like Black

We're In This Together

"Hey, wait up!" Says Brett.

By this time I'm running down the halls. I catch the threatening glances of teachers from every angle. Suddenly, I feel a cold hand covered in bulky rings grip my shoulders.
I turn to see one of my best friends, a rough-looking, 17 year old punk.

"Bro, you are Max. Aren't you?" Inquires Brett.

I look him straight in the eyes. I zone out from all the chaos of the halls, and give Brett my rarely used innocent look that very few have seen. "Yes," I insist.

He smiles. "What the fuck happened to you! You finally hit puberty?"

"Oh dude, that's going to be a tough one to answer. You'll never believe me if I tell you."

"Come on, trust me, I'll believe you. You fucking grew into a 6ft 2in anime character in one trip to the bathroom. I'll believe any explanation you got."

"Well, I'll tell you later. We've got to get to class pronto."

***

On my way to English class I was stopped by fangirls, acquaintances, and punks of all kinds.

Brett and I managed to shake off the group of highschool cheerleaders and shut the door behind us.

"Dude! Your a babe magnet." Says Brett.

"Those aren't babes. Those are fucking sex-crazed bitches looking for a fucktoy." I proclaim.

"Geez, bruh, cool it.........Hey, by the way, did yer balls finally drop?" Brett teases.

I smirk. "Lets just say. My package is too big for the mailbox."

He gasps.

The door opens and in walks Joe.

***

After a quick catch-up of events, Brett, Joe, and I take our seats at the back of the class.

I am the center of everyone's attention as the seats begin to fill up all around us.

Mrs. True walks through the door. She takes a seat at her desk, and looks up from her attendance sheet.

"Ah, it looks like we have a new student with us today, or, oh, you must be a college student visiting our campus. Though I haven't gotten an email or anything of the sort." Says Mrs. True puzzleingly.

"Um, no ma'am, I'm Max Dwite. I know........it's hard to explain."

Once again the room was filled with astonished gasps.

"Hahahaha😂😂😂, that's hilarious. Good one. Now, exactly who are you son?"

"I AM Max Dwite. I'm sorry, but I really can't tell you how this happened."

Mrs. True's eyes went wide and she slowly shakes her head. She walks up to my seat and leans down to look me straight in the eyes. "My God," she gasps. "You are Max!"

I nod sincerely.

Mrs. True turns to the door and shuffles out into the halls without another word. That door closes behind her.

The class is silent.

Knock Knock Knock

Susan (the teacher's pet) gets up and opens the door. In walks a young teenaged boy, probably my age. I've seen him around the school but he never appears to be very popular. So, I have no idea what his name is. He has bright, blonde, wavy hair about a couple inches long I would say. He has shiny hazel eyes with little flecks of almost every color you can imagine. His skin is clear and pale. He's slightly fit and a bit taller than I used to be. He is wearing camaflauge cargo pants and a yellow t-shirt with the words