Before the Hunt

Thirteen: Gas Station Squad

POV Jeff

School, the one thing I actually hated the most in my life. Mostly because my literature teacher will racially profile me for not being smart or not getting my work done (she calls me a dumb Mexican behind my back, heard it from Mr. England, who gives us all the teacher drama after lunch) even though A. I'm not Mexican, I'm multi-ethnic, B. I'm not dumb, I just hate the class, and C. same as point B. I'm not a bad kid, well, to my aunt, friends, Miss Berkshire and Mr. England I'm not, but to the other kids and teachers I am. And I hate that because I'm a short stack with abs that can beat up somebody but I'm usually chill. However, as I'm sitting in advanced history for my last class, I overhear from the front of the classroom, "You know, Trevor, you should really stop being friends with Jeff and his group of friends." I recognized that voice, it was Wayne, the popular golf kid that had black hair, tan skin, and green eyes that were more like a snakes eyes. He had the head of a squash and the body of a buff squirrel, just a buff, tall guy that could beat me up and walk away with the whole grade kissing his ass. 

I then heard Trevor ask, "How come? They're nicer to me than you."  "That's because they feel sorry for the fact that you're always bullied. You're a new kid, so act like one. You're an outcast, so act like one. You aren't the worlds friend, Trevor Manning. You're just some dad shirt-wearing, curly-haired, raccoon-eyed kid with no friends," Wayne said as he walked out of class to go get some water from the fountain beside the bathrooms. Once he put his hand on the door handle, however, I walked over and asked, "Got a problem with Trevor being my friend, bitch?" as I looked up at him because I might be a tough lock to crack, but I'm short as fuck. Wayne burst put laughing as he turned around and flicked my on my forehead, and said, "You really like that guy, don't you?" I nodded, "Uh yeah? He's like my best friend at this point. Next to Isaac and Marceline." Wayne laughed again and said, "If you like so much, why don't you kiss him?" "Hey, Wayne leave him alone," Trevor called as he ran over to us and stood in between me and the douche with the polo shirt and khaki shorts that made him look like somebody's dad. Wayne just shoved Trevor on his shoulders and said, "What? You love him?" Trevor's face went blank and turned red, and he slowly began to shake his head, and mumble, "No, he's a friend." "Well, I mean, the whole school knows that you're bi, so just make a move on him if you want to get us to leave you alone," Wayne jeered as he walked outside to get water. I was about to follow that asshole out in the hall, but I felt a hand on my left shoulder and a nasally voice ask me, "Jeff, you alright?"

I turned to see Mr. England, who had changed into a navy blue t-shirt with the print of an outlined shark, a pair of worn out black jeans, and black Vans, standing behind me with a look of concern on his face. "Uh, yeah, Wayne was just giving Trevor a hard time. But he ended up targeting me halfway through him messing with Trevor," I explained as Mr. England and I stood against the classroom door in order for kids to leave the building for when the last bell would ring. Mr. England then looked over at Wayne and whistled out to him, then calling out, "Hey Wayne! Come here." as he shoved his lanky hands into his jeans front pockets. Wayne looked up from the water fountain and called back, "Why?" "Because I'm the teacher and you're the student, country club boy," he called back, this time gritting his teeth from being annoyed by Wayne. I just said, "Oh shit, he roasted a student." under my breath as Wayne trudged his was over to us and stood in between us and asked, "What?" in an annoyed voice as he glared at me. "Wayne, I'm only going to say this once, leave Jeff and Trevor alone. And since you haven't listened to me in the past, and you have clearly disregarded my warnings, detention; Saturday morning until noon," he said, as he rapidly stomped his left foot like a pissed off rabbit. Wayne rolled his green eyes and said, "Whatever, I can just tell my dad I was falsely accused. Plus you're like, twenty four, so you're still a kid, Xavier." Mr. England rolled his eyes and said, "I might be fresh out of college, but I know my shit. So please, go get me a detention slip from my desk, along with a pen, and have your parents sign it. And I expect a call from the office tomorrow saying, "Yeah, he's in the library." at seven thirty tomorrow morning." Wayne rolled his eyes and walked to his locker once the bell rang.