Boy I Know
First
The first week back in school is always a killer. But thank God it's my last year in this shit hole.
I woke up 20 minutes late too, so I had to drive like a maniac to get into school on time. As I pulled up into the school car park the last few school buses were dropping off the younger kids. I threw my backpack lazily over my broad back as I slammed my car door shut and stomped over to class. I was greeted by my crazy friends.
"Whey!" They all shouted together and threw some paper at me as I walked into the classroom causing a fuss. I groaned but a small smile creeped onto my lips. These guys were mental.
"You're late Matthew." My homeroom teacher, Mrs John spoke as she handed me my new timetable "On the first day back too."
"I know" I grumbled and took my seat "Just chill Miss, I'm here now." For fuck sake I hated that chick, she was always on my case. I slouched down in my chair and pulled out my time table.
7:00-7:55 - Chemistry F287 - Criss
7:55-8:50 - P.E S346 - Duch
8:50-9:45 - Free Period S107- -----
9:45-10:40 - Mathamatics G103- Risto
10:40-11:35 - Lunch - Cafeteria
11:35-12:30 - History H104- Williams
12:30-1:25 - English N101- Hankin
I groaned "Psh, hey Jimmy?"
Jimmy was my best friend, he'd always been my best friend and he'll always be my best friend.
"Yeah?"
"Who've you got for Math and English?"
"Eh, I've got Johnson for Math and...." He paused scanning the sheet infront of him "Jeffris for English. You?"
"Shit" I said through clenched jaws "I'm not in the same classes as you!"
"Aw man! Who's gonna keep me entertained now?" He groaned lolling his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"I better not be in his class."
"Who's class?"
"Haners." I said coldly and nodded over to him, sitting there in all his glory talking to his little wing man, Zacky Baker.
Brian Haner Jr. That smug little bastard. He had it all, the huge house, the expensive clothes, expensive car and a good family. Everything I've ever wanted. Where me on the other hand. I had to work for my money, I lived in a small house with my family who were always falling out and my dog. Yeah, I didn't have it good.
"Maybe you will be Matt" He chuckles as the bell rang "Good luck Bro." We gave eachother a quick bro-hug before walking off to our first classes.
I was too busy fumbiling with my books to notice the voice yelling at me from behind.
"Matt!.....Matt!"
I knew that voice anywhere. I stopped suddenly and spun around on my heels. Anger instantly building up inside me. I was met by a pair of brown chocolate eyes.
"What the fuck do you want Brian?"
"I wanna know if I'm in the same damn class as you, seeing as Zacky isnt in any of my classes. Dick."
"Watch it" I seethed. I snatched his timetable out of his hands and scanned it quickly.
Oh hell no!
We were in the same classes. Same teachers, same rooms, same everything! That means I have to see his fuck ugly face every day for a year! A whole year! Great.
"We're in the same classes." I stated quite bluntly.
"Really?"
"No I just like to lie for the sake of it! Of course we fucking are you dipshit!" I yelled. Brian just smiled at me. "You're a creep."
"And you're a dick head but we all have to live with it dont we?" He said smiling and tiliting his head to the side.
He's such a cocky bastard. If we werent in school, I'd knock his block off.
Well, things just couldnt get any worse. Could it?
I spoke to soon, as we walked into class late there was only two seats left. Two seats which were right next to eachother at the back of the classroom.
"Ah, Mr Haner and Mr Sanders! How nice of you to join us." Mr Criss chirped.
"Sorry we're late sir." Brian said smiling. Urgh he was such a douche bag.
"Now go take your seats and we'll start the class off, shall we?"
"Yeah yeah" I grumbled as I pulled up my stool. Brian sat down a little to close to me seeing as his leg rubbed against mine. I jumped slightly. "Dude, back the fuck up" I whispered shoving him away.
"Don't touch me Sanders" He spat scraping his stool rather loudly across the floor. I clenched my jaw tightly and took a few deep breaths.
This was gonna be a long year.
I woke up 20 minutes late too, so I had to drive like a maniac to get into school on time. As I pulled up into the school car park the last few school buses were dropping off the younger kids. I threw my backpack lazily over my broad back as I slammed my car door shut and stomped over to class. I was greeted by my crazy friends.
"Whey!" They all shouted together and threw some paper at me as I walked into the classroom causing a fuss. I groaned but a small smile creeped onto my lips. These guys were mental.
"You're late Matthew." My homeroom teacher, Mrs John spoke as she handed me my new timetable "On the first day back too."
"I know" I grumbled and took my seat "Just chill Miss, I'm here now." For fuck sake I hated that chick, she was always on my case. I slouched down in my chair and pulled out my time table.
7:00-7:55 - Chemistry F287 - Criss
7:55-8:50 - P.E S346 - Duch
8:50-9:45 - Free Period S107- -----
9:45-10:40 - Mathamatics G103- Risto
10:40-11:35 - Lunch - Cafeteria
11:35-12:30 - History H104- Williams
12:30-1:25 - English N101- Hankin
I groaned "Psh, hey Jimmy?"
Jimmy was my best friend, he'd always been my best friend and he'll always be my best friend.
"Yeah?"
"Who've you got for Math and English?"
"Eh, I've got Johnson for Math and...." He paused scanning the sheet infront of him "Jeffris for English. You?"
"Shit" I said through clenched jaws "I'm not in the same classes as you!"
"Aw man! Who's gonna keep me entertained now?" He groaned lolling his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"I better not be in his class."
"Who's class?"
"Haners." I said coldly and nodded over to him, sitting there in all his glory talking to his little wing man, Zacky Baker.
Brian Haner Jr. That smug little bastard. He had it all, the huge house, the expensive clothes, expensive car and a good family. Everything I've ever wanted. Where me on the other hand. I had to work for my money, I lived in a small house with my family who were always falling out and my dog. Yeah, I didn't have it good.
"Maybe you will be Matt" He chuckles as the bell rang "Good luck Bro." We gave eachother a quick bro-hug before walking off to our first classes.
I was too busy fumbiling with my books to notice the voice yelling at me from behind.
"Matt!.....Matt!"
I knew that voice anywhere. I stopped suddenly and spun around on my heels. Anger instantly building up inside me. I was met by a pair of brown chocolate eyes.
"What the fuck do you want Brian?"
"I wanna know if I'm in the same damn class as you, seeing as Zacky isnt in any of my classes. Dick."
"Watch it" I seethed. I snatched his timetable out of his hands and scanned it quickly.
Oh hell no!
We were in the same classes. Same teachers, same rooms, same everything! That means I have to see his fuck ugly face every day for a year! A whole year! Great.
"We're in the same classes." I stated quite bluntly.
"Really?"
"No I just like to lie for the sake of it! Of course we fucking are you dipshit!" I yelled. Brian just smiled at me. "You're a creep."
"And you're a dick head but we all have to live with it dont we?" He said smiling and tiliting his head to the side.
He's such a cocky bastard. If we werent in school, I'd knock his block off.
Well, things just couldnt get any worse. Could it?
I spoke to soon, as we walked into class late there was only two seats left. Two seats which were right next to eachother at the back of the classroom.
"Ah, Mr Haner and Mr Sanders! How nice of you to join us." Mr Criss chirped.
"Sorry we're late sir." Brian said smiling. Urgh he was such a douche bag.
"Now go take your seats and we'll start the class off, shall we?"
"Yeah yeah" I grumbled as I pulled up my stool. Brian sat down a little to close to me seeing as his leg rubbed against mine. I jumped slightly. "Dude, back the fuck up" I whispered shoving him away.
"Don't touch me Sanders" He spat scraping his stool rather loudly across the floor. I clenched my jaw tightly and took a few deep breaths.
This was gonna be a long year.
YOU NEED TO CONTINUE THIS OR I'LL CRY
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