No Rest for the Wicked (BOYXBOY)

Chapter One

Aww fuck. I hit this kid's nose and it snapped like a dried out twig. I didn' even put power behind the hit. Now this stupid fag has blood gushing from his nose. Fuck. I just wanted to get the kid off my back an all.  

For the first couple months of school he would come up to me every other week and introduce himself and asked if I wanted to be friends with him. The first few times I just glared at him as if he barely existed and walked away. But after a couple months of this nonsense he got more aggressive and came up to me every week and told me he liked me and wanted to be friends. I just told the little twink I wasn't interested and to get outta my face.  

Yeah he sure is one. Twink that is. He doesn't wear overtly sexual clothing but he has that dumb dazed blue eyed look to him with this jet black mop on his head. He is barely 5'8", for fucks sake! I know I'm the same height as he is but the way I carry my body makes it seem like I take up more space than he does. Now I bet you wanna ask me if I'm gay since I know about twinks in all, right? Well, my friends I am a straight dude just to notify you nosy bastards. How do I know what a twink is, you query? Fuck you. Like you have any idea as to who I am and what I've been through. Heh.  

Just kidding around. But I know cuz of my dad. So around the time I was twelve or something my dad and mom got divorced. A few weeks later I visited dear old dad and his new 25 year old lover. Blonde hair, ocean blue eyes that when he looked at you he came across as a vacant lot and just plain dumb. (Just like my twink stalker.) My dad's playmate never talked. Dad spoke for the both of them, always. But knowing my dad that makes sense. He liked to think he was a fucking king. Ruler and punisher of all. Eh, whatever, enough of my dad. He bores me.  

The next time this kid came over to me I yelled in his face and told him to leave me the fuck alone. I mentioned I like being by myself. He blushed a little. stood his ground for a moment but then walked away. But this last time, damn him, he walked right over to me, which was something because I'm sitting under the bleachers, trying to hide from any stray teachers' eyes, rolling a joint. He came over scrunched down to my level and tapped my knee so I would look up from my task at hand and notice him. As soon as my eyes were on his he leaned in close to my ear and whispered that no one likes to be alone. So now he was my friend. He gave me this ethereal smile and that folks is where something in my head snapped and disbelief and anger flowed through my veins. I lost it. I completely lost any sense I might have had. Hence the poor sap is now holding his nose and bleeding out. 

Fuck. He looks like a sad little puppy with his big blue eyes shining from tears about to fall. So I grabbed his arm and hauled his scrawny ass to the nurse. Then I took the rest of the fucking day of school off. I called Three, scored, and got high.  

What the hell?? I never help someone after I beat the snot out of them. What does this kid not understand? I'm trying to be decent to him because a nice kid shouldn't have anything to do with a scumbag like me. Yes. Damn it I know what I am. And for some strange reason I want to save this guy from making the biggest mistake of his life by trying to hook up with me and be friends. But he doesn't give up. It seemed to me that he got more persistent after I mangled his face.  

That happened Friday. Now it is Sunday and I am bored as all hell. I'm just sitting in my room that barely fits a twin bed. The walls are a disgusting mustard color enhanced by smoke residue from various substances. I have homework, I think. I'm pretty sure I do. But I don't do it. Why waste my time on shit that won't matter to me in the long run. Sighing, I pick up my smokes and matches, dig around on my bed for a sweatshirt and head out to the park. It is decent out for November. As I walk toward the park everyone hauls ass to get away from me. You are thinking I must be huge and jacked right? Nope. Not the case at all. I'm certainly not one of those beefy muscle heads. I am toned because all I ever do is walk around or run from the cops. but I'm only 5'8" and a buck sixty. However, I am quite sturdy. I tend to get myself into sticky situations and have to have the ability to haul ass out quick. My eyes are brown, nothing spectacular, until you get up close and see the demons' shadows right below the surface. They always reminded me of a lake polluted with shit. Ironic, considering I am polluted myself, but it is fitting. My golden brown hair is thick and is cut above my ears. I really need a cut because I have these fly away wisps happening. My bangs go down my forehead and are a bit choppy. I don't like using money on nonsense things such as hair cuts when it can be used on much better pursuits.