Love Bites; Bullets

When I First Met Casey

Wake up, wait for my Dad to throw a hissy fit because I am not out of fucking bed yet. I mean, what's the fucking point? Everyone at that school hates me and I hate them back.
"C'mon Ryan! Get your lazy privileged ass up!" I hear him cock his hunting gun, which means I knew he was going out after I left the house.
I sighed, and practically rolled the hell out of bed. Put on some clothes from the floor, brushed my hair in front of the mirror, and put on some cologne and ate a tic tac for breakfast.
"You're gonna miss the damn bus!" Dad pushes me out into the hallway with my bag, but I just snatch it from his hand and run out the door.
I am never late from my bus, because I hardly do anything in the morning. Seriously, what's the point of even getting out of bed half the time?

Once I get to school, I am already overwhelmed by all the ruckus. These stupid kids are too fucking loud and over the top annoying. I look down at my schedule to see that I have Music class first, which is cool because I constantly listen to vinyl at home to drown out the yelling. So, I am a bit of a collector of things you'd like to say.

I am standing in the corner of the main hallway when I see three brown haired girls screaming and bouncing up and down with each other, but I just sigh and walk away. Why do girls always gotta do that? It's so fucking irritating! Damn! Everyone is so goddamn loud!

Bell rings, everyone separates into their own classes and I like to take my time to get to classes. Even if I get a late slip, I could give less of shit.

When I walk in, I notice one of the brown haired girls from earlier is talking to one of those annoying geeks from musical theatre. I glance, then ignore. Until, I could feel her eyes looking towards my direction. And I wasn't wrong, she was looking straight fucking at me. That was when I heard the geek point at me and yell.
"Him!?"
She shushed her, and I couldn't help but giggle internally. What the fuck was she staring for? They were probably just making fun of me I thought.
Then, the geek walks away. And she still seems to be kinda staring at me! What is your problem popular girl! I didn't need your attention!? Thank fuck the teacher finally comes in the class before she decides to talk to me. So I can honestly say for once that I was glad to have a teacher around.
I couldn't even hear what the teacher was saying, all I remembered was something about a paired project. But I was writing some ideas for this year, and drawing out a map until she called my name.
"Ryan!" Apparently she called it twice.
"What." I say.
"You will be paired with Casey for this project okay?" I had no idea who that was, so I just continued my work for a few minutes after that while I also drowned out the noise all around me. It was all peaceful until I heard an obnoxious voice.
"Hi!" I looked up and saw it was that same brown girl in the hallway, and the one that stared at me. What does she fucking want! I thought to myself. So I had this nervous tick where I would run my hands through my hair when I needed to talk to someone.
"Hi.." I say nervously, trying to speak up.
"Can I pull up a chair?" Okay, she's being straight up phony now. This girl could care less for a guy like me, but I couldn't just not respond, so I nodded and she did.
"My names Casey, but some people call me Case too." What a stupid nickname I thought, sounds like naming your kid after a fucking briefcase.
"Case?" I say honestly yet sarcastically.
"Yeah." I could see her with that fake ass smile again, except she looked uncomfortable about I was sarcastic. Then she sits super close in front of me, and I knew she would see my journal/notebook, so I threw it in my bag.
"What's that?" She asks, but I was so nervous about the journal that I flipped my hair again.
"I'll start." She grabs a piece of paper and a pen and begins writing shit on it, apparently for the project. I couldn't help but think about how threatened I felt in the presence of this pretty girl, she was definitely popular, and probably smart too.
"Do you like projects? I hate them.." She stops writing and looks up at me with fear. I hated this feelings, I hated them so much! She hates me! Everyone hates me! But what the fuck does she see in me?