No Rest for the Wicked (BOYXBOY)

Chapter Two

I got up at my normal time, which is about 10 minutes before I had to get to school. Got all dressed up for my little "date" this afternoon. I threw on my Sesame Street t-shirt that I got as a Christmas present a couple years back. What? Who doesn't like Sesame Street? It has Big Bird on it and I think it is Elmo. The bird has foam dripping out of its mouth and a pointy tongue. His eyes a red swirls and he has Elmo grasped in his Freddy Krueger like hand. I think Elmo will be dead in a minute. Ha ha ha. Maybe that'll scare him away. I threw on a pair of my black skinny bondage pants that are all zippers, DP rivets, and bondage straps. Finally I threw my black 10 eye, steel toe, thick soul Docs on. I was ready to kick ass and never know their names. As I strolled out I noticed a black stick or pen in the hallway. So I picked it up gave it a look and saw it was eyeliner in "deepest black". My fourteen year old sister who is going on to thirty must have dropped it. I almost just threw it on the floor so she could figure out what happened to it. She never takes any responsibility about anything she does. Anyway I did a one ninety ans trotted back into my room to the mirror on my dresser. Some eyeliner would make me scary as all fuck. Wonder if my sister has black nail polish... 

Hmm. Next time. But I doubt there will be a next time after this afternoon. 

Instead of going to my first few classes I walked over to my Dealer's place. His place is so much better than mine. Unreal. I don't think he uses and by day he is a respectable business man. All of us that buy from him just call him Three. I asked once how he get that nickname and he said something about him being the third whatever his real name was. He don't want us addicts knowing his real name and shit. I could give two fucks what the dudes name is. I'd call him the guy formerly known as Three if it would get me drugs. 

I gave the door a knock and it opened a second later. He must be headed to his legit work. He is all in a suit and shit. "I don't have time to sort you out, buddy," he grunts out. 

"Nah dude, this afternoon I'm coming by with a friend and I want to make sure you got all the good stuff. Maybe around four?" I spout. 

"Yes. I can do that. See you round four." He closed his front door then turned around and gave me a wink. What the fuck is that? Then I remember what I am wearing. What a bastard... Wonder if he is gay. Maybe him and twinkie boy can get together. Well after I leave because I'm not staying around for ass fucking. I grinned. 

I even kept up my smile walking to school. But then I hear laughter and whispers. Yeah they are pointing to me. Eh too bad for my grin. I now have to replace it with a sneer. And just like that the hallway hushed and the brainless drones parted for me to get to where I needed to be. Which was... Shit. What period is this? 

I was gonna stop a random person and ask but who do I see? You got that right. 

"Yo, Tommy!" I hollered out to him. I made sure everyone could detect the rumble of my attitude in those words. I won't take crap from these fuckers. 

Tommy saw me and swaggered down the hall towards me. Damn that boy can own a room. I know he never had any confidence. He told me as much. How all of a sudden did this misanthrope changed? 

"Hey, Jax." Tommy greeted, with a slight quirk of his lips. Maybe he changed cause he is going to hang out with me this afternoon. As soon as I said it I knew it was bullshit. 

"So what makes you so cheery early in the morning?" I drawled out. 

"Technically, it is not early morning. Since it being lunch time and all. Nice shirt. Never cared for Elmo myself." He grinned at me. Little shit. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Well at least I got my question answered, thanks, man. See you later." And I took off to my locker to dump my empty bag into it. Then went straight to the lunch room. I took off because I can't be seen with him in school. People will think we fucking or something. I sat down at my usual table, no one else even bothers to try and sit with me. Since I needed my money for later I just sat and zoned out. Maybe ten minutes later my thoughts wandered to Tommy. I'm asking myself since when do I fucking care if people talk about me? I don't give a rat's ass in hell if they do. I kinda felt bad leaving Tommy hanging. Hmm. That's new. I never feel bad about my actions. All of a sudden I hear a loud thump right in front of me. I look down to see my own hand vibrating from the force I exerted. Shit. When did my hand take over my body? Weird. I can't think anymore right now my brain is about to combust. I must have fallen asleep because before I knew it I heard the bell trill its loud obnoxious sound for the end of lunch. 

Classes were finally out for the day and I went to walk out but I heard Tommy down the hall bellowing my name. I guffawed to myself. I stopped and waited til he got to me. Damn. Boy must have changed after class. Instead of the blue jeans and a white t-shirt from earlier he now wore black painted on jeans, a skintight deep sapphire blue tank top with a tight long sleeved mesh top and a pair of some out there boots with buckles and chains and studs. Even if the mesh shirt thing was weird to me he made that outfit kick major ass. Oh shit. I just noticed. "Dude you painted your nails black and put eyeliner on. Are your lashes covered in mascara too?" I looked closer at his lashes for a minute to see for myself and some retard barked out that we should get a room. Whatever. I think I really don't care cause Tommy he has something going for himself. And I actually like it. "Yes." He answered my question I asked five minutes ago. But I was clueless. 

"Huh?" I retorted out my brilliant reply. 

"Mascara. Yes I've got it on." He paused a moment, then in a brittle voice said, "You got a problem with mascara but not with polish and liner?" 

"Damn, boy, down. I couldn't tell if they were real or not. And I have no problem regarding make up. I was gonna go into my sister's room and lift a bottle of polish, but I ended up being to lazy to do it." 

He chuckled at me. And smiled. That smile almost shattered me. Shit. I need to get a laid. My head is outta whack or something. I growled then grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out the building with me. 

"Do you have a plan you brute. And give me my arm back," he chuckled out. I forgot I was dragging him behind me. I let go immediately and simply stated that we are gonna get fucked up. 

He gave me a grin but it didn't reach his eyes. We walked out of the school and headed to Three's house. Neither of us said a word. Yet my brain that rarely functions seems to be in working order to the hilt. I felt like I had cartoon characters quibbling. Like an angel and a devil, each perched on a shoulder. The angel kept saying not to get this boy involved in my shit. And the other one just snickered and said do it, watch him fall. Okay, maybe I should stop doing acid. Not that I did it a lot. But obviously I am having some sort of weird hallucination. I couldn't take it for a minute more. I abruptly stopped and gave my head and shoulders a shake. Maybe they would fall off and go splat on the cold, hard concrete. Or maybe I would have Tommy halt a second to late and have him crash us to above mentioned concrete. I couldn't help myself. The expression of utter confoundment on his face hilarious. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. That is the first time I really let go in a long long time. I awkwardly rolled off him, stood up and held my hand out to him so I could give him a hand to get vertical again. I stifled any remaining snickers and started to go. I felt his hand grab my shoulder where the devil sat and in a husky voice close to my ear he inquired, "What the hell was that? For as long as I've known you never have I seen such a blatant display of tomfoolery." I couldn't help it so I let out a cackle. "Tomfoolery? Who uses that word, man?" I shook my head in sheer disbelief. 

He looks me square in the eyes and countered with, "Do you know what the word even means?" Needless to say my jaw dropped in flat-out disbelief. "I know what the fuck it means," I thundered. But when I looked over to him he had a quirky smirk plastered on his face and this time it went right into his dazzling orbs.  

"I knew you were more than a pretty face," he teased me. I shook my head, looked down at my feet to make sure I was still on solid ground and continued the walk. I just don't know if I should go through with my plan. What happens if he decides to try something? Well, I thought, if he falls due to me pressuring him then it was his choice to make. And he could live with the consequences. But can I?