The Gay Emo Boys In School (BXB)

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AUTHORS NOTE: Hey everyone! c: so this is my first story on here, or what I have so far. The picture is of Me and I do not allow the stealing of my pictures. So don't do it or I will track you down. (Cousin is in the FBI) So, have fun reading this because it is like... Shit. Feel free to tell me anything (other than hate) you like about this story and what you dislike. Tell me what you think should happen and I will consider it. :3 <3 ~ Izaya_Eatsblood_13

"Mom, Izaya won't get up!" My bratty 13 year old sister yelled through the hallway to my mother. 'Damn, right when I was having a dream of killing Nicki Minaj! So close...'
"Izaya get up! You're gonna be late for your first day!" My mother yelled through my locked door, loud enough for my neighbors dog to start barking.
"I'm. Fucking. Up." I said quietly as I started to get my still half asleep body up out of my bed.

I guess I should probably tell you a little bit about myself, my name is Izaya Mattews, I'm currently 16 and I am a new resident of this town I call hell. A small ass town in the very tip of Minnesota. Apparently this highschool is called "Cook County High", i also call it Hell. There's barley anybody to hang out with all day so i just walk around places alone and bored as fuck. my favorite bands are AA, BVB (I know them personally), ADTR, FIR, ETF, WCAR, WTK, and my favorite TDG because well, my big brother was the lead singer.

I groggily got out of bed and took a 5 minute shower, which woke me right up because my mom didn't pay the heating bill so I got icy cold water all down my back. "Fuck..." I quickly got out and started to play my favorite song by Three Days Grace "Never Too Late" as my sister walked in, yes the bitchy one.

"TURN THAT SHIT OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!" She yelled at me as I was drying my hair, the nerve.
"Why. Did mom say? No." I said back as I finished drying my already messy hair.
"MOM!!!" She yelled

I got dressed quickly, hoping to avoid any further interruptions, while grabbing my backpack and heading out the door.

I got out of the car, after having a argument with my sister about who gets the front seat, only to meet the cool rush of a September breeze.
"Fucking hell..." I walked up the stairs to my new school, a place I still call Hell, yet I call every school hell."

As I reached the door I bumped into a girl probably in the same grade as me. "OH MY... Oh my." She said as she swiped her blonde curls around her shoulder. "Sorry." I said blankly obviously taking no interest in her.
"Oh that's alright. It WAS my fault anyway. I'm Taylor, Taylor Perfect."
She said while she batted her bright blue eyes at me innocently. "You're last name is fake." I said as I quietly pulled out my iPod from my back pocket, setting the volume up to full blast. "Ugh! NO IT'S NOT!" She snapped back at me fiercely, making me jump a little bit.

"Listen, I gotta go." I said as I made a hasty retreat to the inside of the school. I quickly got to my new locker only to find it didn't open.
"Fucking hell..." I sat on the ground Infront of my locker, hopefully somebody will ask why the fuck I'm just sitting here.
"Hey cutie." I recognized that whiny high pitched voice... Somewhere.

Right as I stood up, this girl whoever she was, slammed me against the locker and kissed me. I looked up from my 7 seconds of torture to find that the girl who kissed me was the girl who ran into me, what was her name again????? Taylor something...

"Oh babe! Say it again! Do you love me??" She said while putting her hand... Somewhere.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, TAYLOR!!!" A stereotypical jock said as he stormed angrily twoards us.

"Umm..." Was all that could escape my mouth while he threw her aside only to be pathetically punched by 'her'.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, freak!!" He half screamed at me.
I nervously looked down, taking great interest into my shoelace. "ANSWER ME, FAGGOT!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs while 'she' apparently went to go and get help.

"My name is Izaya. And you do not want to yell at me." I said boldly, staring him directly in the eyes...

He started to get angrier and angrier, as he raised his fist ready to apparently punch me. 'I heard that one punch and you'll be dead.' My conscience decided to tell me, which did not help my situation.

"Say hi to Satan you little emo bitch!" He quickly began to punch me, when...

(To Be Continued...)