m i a m o r | benjey

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benji POV

i don't hate school. i really don't. i just don't feel too good about it. i mean, i'm captain of the football team. a popular creator on tiktok. mr. popular. the boy every girl dreams of.

but none of that really... pops to me. i know i should be happy with my situation, but none of the titles listed above make me feel anything.
i've always wanted something greater, something bigger. a title that would make me feel whole.

but maybe i'm just being selfish.

today's a thursday. one of my least favorites. so, so close to friday, but just so far that it lurks around the corner, out of view. this particular thursday it's raining. hard. i've always loved the rain. call me cliche, but i think it's comforting.

english, per usual, is progressing with the boredom of four hours all in just one. my mind drifts to football practice, the new tik tok i'm filming after school, what i'm gonna paint on my face today...

i'm jolted by the ring of the bell. one period left- and then all hell would, for a short time, break loose while hundreds of kids clamored out the door. then the calm after the storm would come-

     i barely noticed that i've made it to my class. algebra. a subject that churns my stomach. i take my seat, pretending not to hear people quietly grabbing for my attention without pissing off the teacher, mrs. rashel. like usual, the old hag with a stick up her ass is already in the room. i put my books away silently. i found out years ago that the less i talk the quicker the class goes, maybe just for me.

     the rest of the class is settled in and mrs. rashel raps her fingers on the desk to silence us. per usual, the majority of the students don't listen and continue to talk now in a muted tone.

     the phrase that finally gets them quiet happens to be "we have a new student."
i gulp. poor kid. students here just love fresh meat, and they always make sure to rip the new kids to shreds. unfortunately, anyone who hasn't been with our school since we were little is, a majority of the time, not welcomed into the school and is bullied.

     "jorge," mrs. rashel deadpans, "get in here. everyone, meet jorge."

      and that's when i saw him.

     the boy that would make my life heaven and hell.

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