a really sucky story

"I, Christofer Drew Ingle"

Sorry its kinda bad, anyways... Enjoy. Also im sorry if you don't like chris but i do. He's really nice and yeah i've met him and he's just so sweet.

Alex’s POV

6:30

“So the school just lets you walk into any class you want?”

“Yup, I think its outta’ pity though.” Chris laid back into the front seat. “It kinda bothers me? Ya know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Jack sighed. There was an awkward silence in the car. Every morning for the past two weeks, Jack and I would come early and talk to Chris for a while. I’m not going to lie; Chris is ten times smarter than most of the kids at school, and he barely goes to school.

“Hey, I’m going to go back, I need to talk to a teacher.” Chris just nodded and I turned towards Jack.

“I don’t feel like leaving yet, I’ll stay for a while more.” Jack turned towards Chris. “Is that fine?”

“Sure ya can. Stay all ya want for what I care, it’s not like I’m goin’ to class today.” Chris said, getting comfortable in his seat.

“Wait really?” I looked back at Jack.

“Yeah, take a nap for all I care.” He turned towards me, “Ya comin’ back?”

As much as I want to, I can’t. I had too much to turn in; and it’s not like I don’t have a bad record already?

“Ya know, you have really dull sarcasm?” Chris said, after taking a bite of an apple.

I’ve been told, so I just nodded.

“Well I’m going to go now.” I waved them off and started walking away.

“Bye Alex!” Jack yelled while rolling down the window. I just waved back and smiled.

Having friends is a nice feeling.

7:00

“Hey, fuck face, come ‘ere,” A bunch of kids where throwing a small boy around while other students just stood, watching; why did they look amused?

“Next time you tell me I could ‘copy’ off of you, make sure you actually know the material.” He said bitterly. Why didn’t he just learn the material? What is even going on?

“I did!” The helpless boy yelled while trying to get away. Two boys where holding him down. I’m assuming they were ‘Jocks’, or whatever you call them; but they all had really nice Jerseys, which I’m assuming is from playing sports.

“Then why...?” He said pointing to his paper, “Did I get a C?”

“I said I studied! Not that I was Albert Einstein!” He yelled as he tried escaping their hard grasp on him. Poor kid.

“Ha, what a fucking loser.” The other boy said as he kicked the poor boy. “You’re so stupid, I bet your parents hate you.” And with that everyone just laughed. How was that funny?

Okay. I’m going to do something.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I said pushing the guy back. He just smirked and looked at me.

“Who are you?” He said, grabbing me by the hair. Wait, am I supposed to answer him or does he not care?

“Uh—“I stuttered, “Alex…” I just looked at him, then back around at everyone. I saw Vic and Kellin standing there, just staring; and behind them, everyone else.

“You’re just as lame as fucking Andrew here.” He said, forcefully turning my head to the helpless boy.  Everyone laughed.

To be honest, I didn’t get it. Everyone laughed along, they all seemed amused at the pain being inflicted on this guy; yet they all call me the monster? I mean, not in this situation, but I could tell people were scared of me or thought I was strange. And yet here was this group of guys that everyone seemed to worship? They were hurting another human being?