die without you; j.g

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holland's pov

today i am walking back into the gates of hell, after a long, tiring, summer of sitting on my ass, stuffing my face, and downing every bottle of alcohol i could get my hands on. some could say that i am an alcoholic, but i say that i'm too young to start thinking like that.

its my junior year and i have like 2 friends total. speaking of which i see them both hurdling towards me. "holland! didn't know if you'd actually show up today or if you were too busy having alone time with your dads liquor cabinet," parker, my best guy friend, jokes (but not really) while throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"you make me sound like a drunk," i groan, throwing my head back.

"that's because you are," gen, who's pretty much my sister, says standing on the other side of me.

"gee, thanks," i reply sarcastically, pushing through both of them and go to my assigned locker. i hear them follow me.

"but we love you, so it doesn't matter," parker remarks leaning against the lockers next to mine. i finally manage to open my locker and start to stuff my things in. "what's your guys' schedules?" he asks. i grab the crumbled piece of paper, which had my schedule on it, out of the side pocket of my backpack and handed it to him.

"let me see," gen demands, moving beside parker and looking at my schedule too. "hey! we have 2 classes together, yes!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.

"which ones?" i ask, finally fitting everything in my locker and pushing it shut.

"um, economics and english," she answers.

"hm, i didn't even know i had those classes," i say, pulling out my phone and scrolling through instagram.

"do you even know your schedule?" parker asks, rolling his eyes at my carelessness.

"nope," i answer popping the 'p'. "what's the point? i'm gonna fail all my classes anyway,"

"well, then it's a good thing we have all our classes together. i talked to your counselors and made it happen. all it took was telling her that i would actually get you to show up to class most days," parker explains.

"well, that's not gonna happen, they'll be lucky if i even show up to class today," i chuckle, not looking up from my phone as the bell rings.

"oh no, you are coming to class. luckily we all have first period together," gen smiles grabbing my wrist and dragging me down the hall to our english class.

once we enter the class i immediately groan, causing everyone to look at us since we were already late. "i'm sorry, ms. jacobs, is there a problem?" mr. taylor asks, looking at me with a glare.

"actually yes. what's the point of coming to this class if you're just gonna fucking fail me?" i ask, putting on a fake smile. gen gasps and parker sighs, i know they're gonna be disappointed but this is who i am.

"i don't fail you, you fail yourself miss. now since it's the first day, i'll let that language slide, go find your assigned seat," he instructs.

"of course, you would give us assigned seats," i mutter, stalking around the room until i see my name taped to a desk.

"what was that?" mr. taylor furrows his eyebrows at me.

"i think you heard me," i fire back and plopping down in my seat, which was across the room from both my friends. asshole did that on purpose. i look around me and notice i'm surrounded by douchebags. nate maloley, the pot head, is on the left side of me. sammy wilkinson, the player, is right behind me. jack johnson, the moderately okay member of this group, is in front of me. and lastly jack gilinksy, the dickhead, is seated on the right side of me. how did the school let all of these idiots in a class together. fuck. this.