Play The Victim [ft. Luke Holland] !!!!!!!!UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!

Ch. 1 - Courtesy boys Part 1

(Luke’s POV)

I looked in my rearview mirror to fix my plain black shirt and my white beanie, i was relieved that fall was coming. Gave me more of a reason to wear beanies. people always thought it was weird of me to wear them in summer or even spring when  it was still hot as hell. They just didn’t know i had a gig in the night. Or maybe they did… maybe they just liked to criticize my actions because most other guys and even girls envied me. Im not saying that in a cocky way either. People at my school were consumed by who was dating who, and who was doing who who was in the “in crowd” and who was a scholar dweeb (which is a regular person who has the grand ‘honor’ to attend St. Clar, with a scholarship.) I didn’t find it a big deal. If you were here because you came from money or not. Unfortunately i had to pretend I cared, not for my sake… but for my brother and my family’s. It was just one of those schools that cared whether you were born in ‘royalty’ or not.

I wasn’t able to think clearly with the loud noises and bus motors right outside. I turned over to my left where the bus drop off was, for a small town St. Clair High was a very populated school. Not to mention, it was one of the most vicious schools there was when it came to my peers. I figure only because of the ABO. It is annoying to me how everyone is so caught up in the ABO. the alphas, betas, and omegas, all they were, were groups. Many people would kill to be apart of it, but there wasn't anything special about it. Coming from myself, as a Courtesy, it’s not that big of a deal, sure you get more privileges than the rest of the people but thats it. But of course, I would say that because I'm in the ABO, I get to thinking sometimes that maybe if I were "normal" like the rest of them, I would probably budge in and try hard to get in with the guys. That maybe if i were born into a middle class home, i wouldn’t even be here in St. Pete, and that gave me chills. The Reagans, The Vermonts and us, we were just as lost and just as moody irrational teenagers as the rest of the people here who aren’t in the “high” status groups. I would say that my life would be better if I wasn't in the courtesy group, but I'd be lying. These guys are my friends, they got my back, we are normal like the rest of them but, people make a big deal about  us coming from a high status parents. They make a big  deal about how much money we have and about where we live and what we do, how we spend our money. They begin to put us in pedestals, and when you put people in pedestals, well it gets to your head… it gets to everybodies head. When you have money, it changes you and you almost feel invisible, and the fact that people support your ‘god abilities’ to do whatever you want, well that becomes... us. That gets to our head and makes us think we are some kind of gods. So we try to just fit the part,  the guys like to call it the circle of life. Which is the most ignorant thing they could come up with, ‘like there are poor there are rich, they have to deal with the fact they’re poor and we are rich.’ When Fray, the one who has the most connections said that, i had to bite my tongue. I personally dont agree with that, but whatever.

“Stop being so conceiteded,” he said as looked at me then he pointed towards the mirror. “and lets roll out, the guys are waiting for us” my little brother Jace said as he grabbed his backpack from the back and jumped out impatiently.

I smiled and shook my head, “chill out bro, the guys are going to be waiting for us whether we’re late or not.” I closed my my car door and locked it. This procedure apparently made a scene, grabbing the attention of everyone who was in the senior parking lot, which erased the smirk i had on earlier. This is a daily thing, we arrive and we just get stared at,  some people are in aw, others have an envious look, and some are just desperately wanting to catch our attention.

Jace turned to me and shook his head with a grin,“why don't you like the attention?” he said as he winked at an upper freshmen huddled by a group of girls in the parking lot, you could hear their reaction was quite positive.