what makes us tic

chapter one

unbearable pressure was building in my head, sharp pain in my temples as i could feel my slipping away and losing control over my body.

"fucking a prostitute" i say sharply and the entire class turns to look at me. you would think they would be used to it by now, would have stopped treating me like i was slow.

"i wish" my friend alicia says and giggles, her dimple popping out from her cheek.

"oh shut - " i was interrupted by my head swinging backwards, tingling from the whiplash.

"shut the door *oOoO* the front door"

"up?" alicia teases me and then went back to her working on her essay.

my tourette's makes it near impossible to focus, it's even worse when i'm struggling with something i don't understand.

"let's look up porn" i say and squeeze my eyes tight, after which i slap the side of my cheek. my cheek is already red and tingly, a slight bruise showing itself.

my hand slams against the wood table, my head whips backwards.

"hey, i'm going to *suck a dick* leave *it's so tiny* sorry" i whisper to alicia and practically speed out of the stuffy classroom, i was so fucking embarrassed and i just needed to leave. the heavy door slammed behind me as i rushed out.

"drew?!" i heard a voice behind me call my name so i stopped at turned around. a short girl with blonde hair came running over and started walking beside me on my left.

"you should **oOoO** move to the right" i grumble underneath my breath, my 6'5" frame could seriously injure her if anything happened and my left arm was far more prone to smack anything close to it.

"my brother has tourette's" the girl says to me, her big blue eyes staring up at me

"fuck your brother" i say to her and roll my green eyes back into my head.

"i didn't mean that *yes i did* no" i apologize to her and feel the shame wash over me.

"what i meant *you mean it, mean it* to say was **oOoO** i'm sorry about your brother" i explain and as we reach the front entrance i stop to talk to her.

"his isn't as bad as yours, he's still functional" the girl says as she sits down on a bench across from me.

"i'm fucking functional" i snap at her, annoyed at her but mostly just mad at myself. the office ladies stared at us but just went back to what they were doing when they realized it was me

"function, graph it - that's math"

"sorry, that's not what i meant" she stares at her feet and claps her heels together. i could tell she didn't mean what she said but i wasn't in the mood to pretend that it doesn't matter.

"right *left - take a turn* so what is it that you want?" i ask as i whip my head back, causing me to stumble and lose my balance. i take a few steps backwards to counteract it. my fluffy brown hair falls in front of my eyes so i push it back out of the way.

"well i was just wondering what you do to make it better?" her big blues eyes fill  with pity as she watches me twitch my face and body.

"look who's here" words spill out of my mouth as a another teenager walks into the school, i don't know who he is. he gives me a look but moves on quickly.

"if i knew *brand new, shiny" how to make it better why would i be doing this *im not doing anything*" i snap at her, i don't mean to be angry it's just that most everything pisses me off these days. i was also in a lot of pain from trying to hold in my tics.