Boring Romance

PART ONE - Chapter 1: Just a Day in the Life of a Loser

The annoying sound of the alarm clock woke me from my dreamless sleep. I hate that fucking beeping sound so much. I carelessly pushed the button that shut off the alarm. This is the worst part of every day. I don't want to get out of bed and go to school, but I know that I have to because I've already missed two days in a row. I lifted myself up with the blanket still wrapped around me. I'm always so cold in the morning. I probably sat there for a few minutes before finally making my way towards the bedroom door.

My room was in the basement so I had to make my way up the stairs that led to the kitchen. There was trash spread all over the floor and dirty dishes overflowing the sink spilling onto the counter. I hated a dirty house, but I sure as hell wasn't going to clean it.

I made my way through the dining room into the bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat so I wouldn't pee all over it. I just want to go back to bed, but I really don't want to hear my mom complain about me missing school again. I moved in front of the mirror. Is this really what I look like? I wonder if I look this way when others see me. I'm sure everyone has had that thought at least once.

My dark brown hair was a complete mess, so I just ran water through it like I always do. I looked at my shoulders then my chest and then my stomach. I'm surprisingly muscular. I never quite understood that. I never have worked out much or anything like that. I guess I'm just lucky. I must be somewhat attractive. It doesn't matter anyways, if anyone knows that it's me. Looks aren't important when your personality is complete shit.

I went back to my room and threw on a pair of jeans and the first shirt that I saw. I don't really care what I wear. I grabbed my jacket then looked at my phone. Shit it was already 7:40. Well looks like I'm going to be late for school. I might as well smoke a little weed before I get there. I found my back pack, grabbed my keys, then lit my blunt I had rolled last night. I took a step out my front door then realized it was freezing fucking balls outside. Duh idiot, it is January you know. I quickly jumped into my Jeep Wrangler and started the engine taking another long hit of my blunt. I was already feeling pretty good. I took off towards school to have a pointless boring day.

I pulled into the school's parking lot, then put out my blunt there was a little left for me to smoke after school was over. My high school was built in the 1940s so it was pretty old. I walked up the stairs and stepped inside. Complete silence and no one in sight. I was maybe fifteen minutes late. I got my pass and headed to my first class. Now the torture begins.

I walked into my geography class and I swear everyone was looking at me like I just killed a baby. I ignored them and handed the teacher my late pass. "Glad to have you with us today." she said.I haven't even bothered to learn the teacher's name. I didn't say anything and took my seat in the middle of the class. "Would you like to have the assignments you missed out on?" Why did she have to keep talking to me? "Or would you rather not since you won't do it anyways?" Wow she knew me well.

The class fell completely silent waiting for my response. Great I had to say something now. I wish they would all just ignore me. It's the damn teacher's fault for testing me. "Hmm... I guess not, Thanks for asking." I said plainly.

"Suit it yourself, but continuing with this attitude of yours is not going to help you pass my class." What a fucking bitch. Doesn't she get that I don't give two shits about passing her class. I remained silent like I always do even though I wanted to verbally beat the crap out of her.

The rest of the class period went by without anyone saying anything to me. I went through my english class without incident and the same with my advisory class. Now it was time for Algebra, one of the only classes I was actually good at. I sat there doing each equation in record time while everyone else seemed to be goofing off. I hate that I don't have friends to talk to during class, but I guess it's my own fault for pushing people away. I finished my assignment before everyone else and turned it in to the teacher. On my way back to my seat I made eye contact with this amazingly pretty girl. After a few seconds she turned to her friend and said something to her. They both laughed while making a quick glance at me. Were they making fun of me? It sure seemed like it. I plopped down in my seat and put my head on my desk waiting for the class to end. Next was lunch the most agonizing part of my day.