Pastel Punks

2

Jinns pov
I don't like pretty prep kids, they're fake. They are like everything is all sunshine and lollipops. Just their excistance seems to scream, "Hey my lifes great! I have no problems!"

Bullshit.

So no, I couldn't really feel remorce for the nerd or her gluten free brownies.

I go to first period science, and sit in the front row. I like being annoying. Janette sits next to me. "You going to the party Friday?"

"Hell yeah." I say putting my feet on the desk earning a glare from Mrs. Jade.

"Mrs. Stole" She speaks in almost a bored tone. "Would you move your feet from the desk?"

"No I don't think I will." I say breaking the routine.

She blinks, which is like a gasp from her, she's so reserved.
"Excuse me?"

"My feet are comfortable here."

"Maybe they'll find it more comfortable in the principals office."

I stand up. "Maybe they will." I snicker a long with the rest of my peers who watch me.
"Fuck off" I say, rasing my middle finger in the sky and heading to the principles offline.

She didn't like me putting my feet on the desk either.

When I get home, I'm greeted by, Shock an empty couch!

I don't care though. I always like this. My dad's probably out selling drugs. Whatever he does. It sure doesn't help us since I still have 2 jobs just so we can keep this shabby house.

I walk into the garage where my room is. I decided to be out there because not only did it have a lot of room, I could be away from my dad when he brings people over.

I grab my phone and log into my favorite bloggers website.

I said I hate prepy kids, but I don't think this girl's prepy. She's trying to help people and turns her harassment into something great. She's not like that Gwen Dexter chick from earlier.

Her sites called Letkidswearclothes while I don't like prepy clothes for me. I know this girl isn't afraid to be herself. I wish she'd post herself online but she says it's cause personal reasons and I respect that. That's why I like her. Her existence doesn't make me feel invisible, it makes me feel wanted.

I message her from my spam page, Annoynmous_Rocker. I've been personally messaging her and she's basically my best friend now.

Well, technically my only friend. I mean Janette and Aj are only my friends when it benefits them.

I started out as a huge fan of her blogs, and as time went on we talked more, without revealing to much personal information.

As I open the app my heart jumps as I see a message from her.

Letkidswearclothes: I dislike school

Annonomus_Rocker: Aw, what's wrong?

Letkidswearclothes: Actually no, I like school, but I hate today because people are jerks.

Annonomus_Rocker: Aw, I'm sorry. Wanna tell me what happened?

Letkidswearclothes: I'd rather not think about it.

Annonomus_Rocker: That's alright! Sorry people are mean to you. I'd hug you if I could.

Letkidswearclothes: Thanks Rocker, it means a lot.

Annonomus_Rocker: No problem, bun

We call each other Rocker and Bun since we won't say our real names.
Bun is short for honey bun since she gets super flustered when I call her the full thing, this is more of an alternative.

Letkidswearclothes: Thank you for talking to me, I feel much better!

Annonomous_Rocker: No problem! I'd slap the dude that hurt you if I could!

Letkidswearclothes: That's mean but, thanks anyways! owo

Annonomous_Rocker: Night bun!

Letkidswearclothes: Goodnight Rocker! Have sweet dreams! Ttyt!

A/N: My nail broke before I wrote this chapter so my hand hurts 😂