Jackson

20 0 0
                                    

     “Senior year, here we come!” Sam yelled.

 I groaned into my pillow, as he switched on the light in my room. I sat up, and squinted, trying to adjust my eyes to the ligh

      “It’s too early for your shit, you asshole”

   He grinned at me, most likely amused by my disheveled hair and choice of sleep wear, which consisted of boxers with ducks on them and socks.

  “Brighten up, it’s senior year. The best year of our lives!” he exclaimed.

   I groaned again, I didn’t want to be a senior. Sam was probably looking forward to wild parties, hooking up with girls, and easy classes. At least that’s he’s been imagining since we were freshman. Truth was the guy hadn’t been laid since sophomore year, and the closest he ever got to a party was when his mom let him order three toppings on his pizza instead of one. For me, senior year sounded like a nightmare. I had to apply to colleges and think about my future when all I really wanted to do was stay in bed forever.

  “Come on man! Hurry up school starts in an hour” Sam complained.

     “Fine, I’m getting up now” I said.

   I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, and brushed my teeth, then headed back to my room. Sam had made himself comfortable on my bed, using my PlayStation.

  “Aren’t you going to shave that thing off your face?” He asked.

   “No, I like it. It makes me look sophisticated.” I said.

I admired my beard in the mirror on my desk. Sam rolled his eyes at me.

   “You look like a dorky caveman” he said.

    “You’re just jealous because I can grow one and you can’t” I said.

   “fuck off!” he said.

  I laughed, shaking my head at him.

    “Exactly.”

I didn’t say anything else; because I knew I had already hurt his ego. I combed my hair with my fingers until I had it the way I wanted it, and sprayed a bit of cologne.

   “Alright, I’m ready”

     “Finally!” He exclaimed.

He jumped off my bed, and was out the door before I even had my shoes on. I tied my sneakers and ran to catch up with him.

Corrupting Anna Pain Where stories live. Discover now