pastels and punks ➳ milex

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miles' pov

i've never liked preppy kids or their fake attitudes. they act like everything is so fine and dandy and the world is just one big game of candyland! just their very presence seems to say, "hey, look at me, i'm better than you 'cause i've got no problems!"

bullshit.

so no, i couldn't really feel any sympathy for that little poser and his gluten free brownies that i threw down.

i walk into first period english and take a seat in the front row. i like being obnoxious. zach sits next to me,

"you going to the party on thursday?"

"hell yeah," i say, putting my feet up on the desk, earning a glare from mr rendall,

"mr kane," he says, almost in a bored fashion,
"would you kindly remove your feet from your desk?"

"no, i don't think i will," i say, breaking the routine.

he blinks, which is the equivalent to a gasp from him, he's so reserved,

"excuse me?"

"my feet are comfortable here,"

"perhaps you'd find it more comfortable in my office,"

i stand up,

"perhaps i will,"

i snicker along with the rest of my classmates who watch me,

"screw ya'll," i say, raising my middle finger into the air whilst heading to the headmaster's office.

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

when i got home, i'm greeted by - surprise - an empty sofa!

i don't worry though. it's always like this. my mum's probably out stripping or selling drugs or maybe her body. whatever she does. it sure doesn't pay off though since i work two part time jobs just so we can keep this shabby apartment.

i grab my phone and log onto my favourite blogger's website.

i know i said i hate preppy kids, but i don't consider this guy preppy. this kid is actually trying to help people and turns his bullying into something beautiful. he's not like that alex turner kid from earlier.

his username is letboyswearclothes. while, i don't favour the feminine fashion for me, i like how this person isn't afraid to be himself. i wish he'd post things on himself online but he says due to personal reasons, he can't, which i can understand. that's why i like him. his presence doesn't make me feel inferior, it makes me feel safe.

i talk to him on my anonymous page, anonymous_k. i've even private messaged him and he's kinda my best friend now.

well, he's actually my only friend. i mean, zach and james are my only 'pals' when they want me to get them alcohol or drive with them somewhere.

i started out as a huge fan of his blogs, but as time progressed, we've gotten close without really revealing much personal stuff.

as i log on, i feel my heart beat as i see a new message from him.

letboyswearclothes: okay hate is a strong word but i really disliked today because someone was mean to me. just a random update on my life. i hope you're doing well :)

anonymous_k: i'm sorry...do u wanna tell me what happened or ...?

letboyswearclothes: i'd rather not relive it if thats ok with you...i wanna forget about it

anonymous_k: that's okay! i'm sorry people are mean to you. i'd hug u if i could

letboyswearclothes: thanks, k. it means a lot

anonymous_k: no problem, t

we call each other k and t since we don't say our actual names

letboyswearclothes: thanks for talking to me, i feel so much better already

anonymous_k: ofc! i'd punch the person that person if i could!

letboyswearclothes: thats kinda mean but thanks :3

letboyswearclothes: i'm kinda tired, i'll talk to you tomorrow

anonymous_k: ok. sleep well, goodnight!

letboyswearclothes: goodnight! <3