Somethings about the characters.
Jeremy|18|gay/trans|official mullet boy, has frosted tips, and a lip piercing. He is super short.
Mike|18|bi|he has fuck boy hair, tan™, and never shaves right. Somewhat tall.
Scott|17|bi|sweaty©, has red hair, has weird earring, and is a nervous babe. Taller then mike and that's all that matters.
Vincent|19|gay™|Mixed race, purple hair, toned, and is also sweaty©. Really tall too.
I hear my alarm beeping in the background. My ears and brain alerting me it's time to get up for the shit hole that was school. My legs semi-numb from sitting on the prickly roof for two hours, my legs not wanting to get up. I felt myself just sit there as my brain screamed for me to get up, I gave up and just watched the sunset as my alarm went silent. The pinks and blues colluded with the orange, the clouds reflecting them like mirrors. I finally checked my phone. I can get up now and have and have an hour get ready or just sit here and miss school. Part of me wanted to miss school another told me that getting an F was a seal on staying in the town for the rest of my life. So I felt that the motivation of not becoming a drunk bastard who drinks his sorrows away and takes it out on his 18-year-old win over me as my weak legs finally moved. I carefully walked into my window, my feet screaming at me about the new sensation of walking on needles. Once I made it back into my window I quietly monveried myself into my room. Just as I turned around to close my window I heard the door to my dad's room slam open. So much for having an hour to drink tea and relax. I froze as I heard him walk to the bathroom. I quickly and quietly walked towards my closest. After a minute or three, I heard him grumble and slam his door shut. I sighed and continued getting ready. I grabbed my sweatshirt and grabbed some black pants from my floor. I smelled them, smelled fine to me. I quickly threw them on and walked out of my room with caution and straight for the kitchen. I grabbed a cup and filled it with bottled water I don't trust the shit that comes out of the faucet. After I was done I put the cup in the microwave and proceeded with my routine. I brushed my teeth and put what my mom likes to call a rat tall of mullet into the smallest ponytail ever. I put foundation over my bruises and ran towards the kitchen where my water was hot enough and placed a teabag. After a good 7 minutes of tea and chill I heard a car iron blasting mind you my dad is more then likely hungover so if I get my ass whooped I'm blaming Mike. I ran out with my bag being whiplashed into my shoulder. I ran towards his car at ungodly speeds. Once I was there I opened to shit door and threw my bag at him.
"Do you know what the definition if being an asshole is?!"
"Yes, you were taking to long what were you masturbating in there?"
"No, I was getting ready fuck face beside I have neighbors that can get your ass a ticket"
"Shut the fuck up and put your seatbelt on"
I rolled my eyes and put it on as he started driving away.
As we arrived I grabbed my very badly beaten bag and closed the door to Mikes shitty car. I noticed Scott walking up to us nervous as can be.
"H-hey guys"
"Hey everything ok man?"
"Y-yeah it-its j-just crowded"
Mike rolled his eyes and locked his car. I gave him a glare and walked with him as Scott nervously tracked behind us. Once we entered those doors all I could smell was teenage girls bath and body works perfume,guys axe coloan ,and sweat. It made me want to puke, it was even worse with the sight. Girls with makeup cakes onto their faces and boys with sweat dripping down their faces. I hate high school. Once I found my locker after going threw a tidal wave of smells and looks. Mike was right next to me as he opened his locker.
"Dude you should be nicer to Scott"
"Why just because he stutters? "
"No the dude has home issues ok? "
"Like what he's mom taking away his phone"
"No like his mom married and douchebag and said douchebag yells at him a lot"
"Whatever it's not like he's in your situation"
"My situation is different my dad.. doesn't yell at me" I mumbled the last part.
"Besides I think you two would make a cute couple"
"Hell nah"
"Whatever man"
I slammed my locker shut and headed to first period.
As I sat in the back, yeah I'm not too popular here but I digress I saw a new guy enter with the heard of blonde bimbos and nerds. He had a chiseled jawline, his eyes where cloudy grey like the clouds you see before a rainstorm, his hair is dyed purple, and he has a stubble growing. He is so fuckin handsome. He won't last long though he sweats more then Scott does and purple hair really isn't something that most people in the middle of Mormon Ohio town don't like. He nervously walked up to the teacher and started talking to her after a brief moment she pointed to me and he nodded. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He sat down next to me and smiled.
"I'm Vincent" He smiled I fucking swear that smile could be the death of me.
"Jeremy"
"Nice to meet you, umm I hope you don't me asking but what'd I miss?"
"Oh um just shit about cells and reproductive systems"
"Oh ok"
He looked down at his binder. I couldn't help but to look at his hand. His nails are down so short I'm surprise he has nails. He looked at the front when the teacher started talking.
After class had ended I grabbbed my shit and started for the door till I heard the teachers voice.
"Jeremy and Vincent can we talk for a sec"
Fuck me.
He obviously walks up to her in a heartbeat and I take my sweet old time.
"Jeremy your one of the best students I know do you mind showing Vincent here around the school?"
I cracked a smile.
"Yeah sure"
Vincent looked down at me and gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Vincent wait outside while I give Jeremy you two a pass"
He nodded and left the room.
She opened her desk drawer and went through the drawer till she found the excused slips. She opened he pen and I could smell the ink as she started to write.
"Jeremy did you get into a fight?"
"What do you mean?"
"You have bruises on your face and neck"
Shit.
"No I fell down... trying to help my dad with something"
"Ok" She handed me the slip.
I snatched it and ran out the room.
"Let's go" I started walking fast not caring of Vincent was in toe. I needed to get to bathroom now.
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