dogfight-e.d

one

the wind rustles through his mocha brown hair as he leans his back against the cool metal of his jet black truck, all around him kids are forming in their packs and getting ready for the usual day ahead full of falling asleep in class and mouthing back to teachers. his gaze swerves in a horizontal line taking them all in, he sighs and shoves his palms in the pockets of his jacket, already wanting the day to be over. then he feels a hand on his shoulder, its his brother, twin brother and his best friend, "time for another long ass week e bro" his brother, grayson announces and ethan gives him a small smile. "lets just get it over with" he mumbles and starts to head towards the school doors, his twin following him, as soon as they step into the halls its the same thing that happens everyday, all eyes fall on them and whispers can be heard along the lockers. the twins were, as you would say, the "it" boys and they had everything that they needed to survive high school; irresistible charming good looks, enough money to quickly alternate between what was considered "trendy" or "acceptable" to wear that was ever changing and that "I don't give a shit about conforming" attitude that goes with the policy of being popular. girls wanted to be with them and guys wanted to be them. they were pretty much famous at their school with their not so private private lives being a common topic of discussion and all the wild parties they threw or attended any chance they got. all of these factors combined were the tools that helped them construct stability and a sense of purpose in their lives, but then again, that was only for the four years they would spend at this facility, and they were on their third. but popular kids don't think about the future. they just milk the hell out of the now.

"here they are! tweedle dee and tweelde dum" their friend Nate grins at the boys when they join their clique of friends at their usual meeting spot. "s'up nate" ethan clasps hands with his equally good looking peer and bumps shoulders with him, the typical act of greeting your buddy. "same old bro" nate replies touching his hand to his brightly coloured snapback "just prepping myself for the ass pounding that dembseys gonna give me today". "you mean you're missing another deadline for that paper dude?" grayson asks him rolling his eyes, "man do I look like ive got time to write shitty papers on shitty past events?" nate asks rhetorically "I was busy last night". "doing what?" ethan asks crossing his broad arms and tilting his head, "more like doing who?" their other friend Jake corrects making the boys snigger and raise their eyebrows. "that fine ass chick who sits next to ethan in bio" nate proudly states and smirks as his friends all pat his shoulder in a congratulating manner, whenever one of the boys got laid the others would treat it as if they won the lottery, and the amount of money was measured on how attractive the girl was considered to be by the boys. "whats that hottie's name again?" grayson asks nate who shrugs his shoulders as if the matter was irrelevant. "fuck knows, natalie, natasha, nancy but she sure as hell wont forget my name since I made her scream it for the whole block to hear" nate laughs and the guys join in, the sound filling up the long hallway. "just checking because I may have hooked up with her a few weeks ago" grayson puts forward, that "may of" was a for sure, since the guys would pass the girls who caught their eye like beers at one of their parties. "then you would know that she likes it down and dirty my friend" nate punches grayson's shoulder lightly chuckling. this was a usual segment of ethan's days at school, listening to his brother's and friends' accounts of their sexual activities, out of everyone in the group ethan was the least experienced but he was no angel himself, boys who were as lusted after as he was did not hold onto their innocence for very long and screwing any girl that threw herself at him was another requirement ticked off the check list of popularity.

"so that's what? six for you gray?" jake asks pretending to count on his fingers "only ten behind me,buddy". "i'm catching up with you paul" grayson tells him with a fake warning tone, "what about you eth? how many notches in your belt?" jake turns to him and ethan thinks for a moment, "three" he replies curtly and his friends hold back their laughs. "seriously bro? all the baddies who would sell their mothers just to suck you off and you only accept three?" nate teases him and ethan shrugs. "well we gotta build that list up my friend" jake declares "look around and take your pick". ethan's hazel eyes begin to scan the room, noticing every girl and her features, trying to select ones he liked the most. "see theres Bethany brookes over there with her nice rack and long legs" nate suggests and ethan looks towards the girl in question, she was hot, very hot, ethan smiles. "or lucy mcdonald, despite being named after ronald the clown she sure doesn't look like one with those sexy lips and striking blue eyes...not to mention her ass looks really fucking juicy in those jeans", again the girl being rated was very attractive to ethan, most of the girls at school were. "I'll take them into consideration" ethan concludes, suddenly his friends' eyes fall on something that made their expressions mould into ones showing disgust. "well I can tell you one name that's not making it to the cut" jake speaks harshly "rey banks".

at the sound of her name, ethan turns to face where his friends are looking and there she was. rey banks, not instagram model or victoria secret angel material like most girls at the school were, she was the target of many cruel jokes and comments, mostly aimed by ethan's friends. her features didn't work in her favour to make her labelled good enough for them; her skin was not flawless and was speckled with blemishes that she refused to cover with layers of makeup, her hair was hardly brushed or well kept and instead she let it roam free in thick coily springs of milk chocolate brown, she had a thicker body type but not just in specific areas that the boys would have preferred but her stomach was not flat as a washboard and her face wasn't the most sculpted. there was also her style, kids in class would always say she must have gone ransacking her grandparents' wardrobe or got dressed in the dark. she wore clothes that were worn out and faded, large t shirts with printed pictures of bands that were popular when their parents were kids, ripped boyfriend jeans with the socks tucked into them and beaten up converses that sometimes had the shoelaces missing. all topped off with large frames that must have been given to her by her grandma. she wasn't one to catch the boys' eyes.

"yuck" one of ethan's friends spits, "do you think that girl owns mirrors?" jake asks looking rey up and down as if she were an eyesore, "probably breaks them all" nate answers and the boys laugh. ethan finds himself laughing too but mostly out of habit, he watches rey shove her books into her locker that was plastered with harsh insults written in marker, she drops one and awkwardly bends down to pick it up. "fucking dog looking bitch" jake scoffs.

ethan just watches her, silently as some of the popular girls walk up behind her to stick a piece of paper that had "wide load coming through" written on it. rey experienced high school differently to ethan, she had the tools that made her burdened with a huge red target on her back, weighing her down. and him being one of the populars, meant he had to be one of the archers, firing sharp arrows into her to strike points.