When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 2

Ray

I walked through the doors and into the portal of hell. Kids everywhere. Some new, some old, most of them annoying. Most of them look at me. They know me, who I am, what I represent. Most of them are afraid of me. They avoid eye contact. But one of them doesn’t.

Madison Henderson. She stands by her locker with a crowd of her minions. Her hair is seriously out there, styled with hair dye and chemicals. She smoothes out her skirt and looks at herself in her full bodied locker mirror. We make eye contact through the third world dimension and she turns around to look at me.

I noticed she always does that. If our eyes ever meet she brings her full on attention towards me. Body and everything. I think its to challenge me. Sometimes I think her head is so far up her ass she thinks she can out beat me.

“Looks like your hairs going to fall out,” I grin and say to her.

Her eyes squint. “Its my real color asshole.”

I roll my eyes. “And those are your real tits too right?”

Her friends start calling me names and the fire ignites. I flip them off and walk away towards my group. The look on Madison’s face was awesome. Priceless even. Shock that I would even say something like that. I’ve said worse though so I expected a little more strength in her. She really needs to suck it up this year. After this her life is going to literally drain out. No more kids to control, no more pep rallies to organize. Her heaven is ending.

　

Madison

　

He looked so much older. Like he just grew over the summer. His dark brown hair was shaved into a Mohawk but the sides were growing out. He pierced his lip and I noticed that his earlobes stretched out. His shirt was cut from the sleeves and hung down. I could see his bare skin underneath his arms. Dark and soft looking. One thing that didn’t seem to change were his eyes. Brown and hard. Glaring at me as if I had committed some kind of crime against him.

Fake boobs. Ugh, I kind of wish, I wont lie. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe he notices my boobs. That’s good. At least he checks me out right?

I’m so stupid.

But I seriously just wanted to jump this guy and make out with him.

I smiled.

“Madison, what’s so funny?” I look up and Rachel, a friend but not a close friend because I, sadly, do not have many close friends. Actually, I don’t have any close friends. I keep everything to myself. You can’t trust anybody in high school. Well, I can’t.

I shrug. I have to say something to them because they suspect and have very low tolerance for keeping their mouths shut. “Ray is just so…annoying.”

“He’s dirt,” Lisa, another ‘friend’ of mine, chips in. “He’s just mad because…well look at him.”

They start laughing and I want to smash her face in and tell her to go fuck herself. Instead, I sigh and start walking. They follow me like it’s a natural habit and start talking about our cheer meet after school. I wasn’t paying much attention to it. I mean, I planned it out, so I know everything about it. Why listen to crap I already know about?

I arrived at my first class which is just P.E. I finished off all the classes I had to during my first three years. Most of my classes are electives and one of them is a history class because I saved the easiest for last. I walk to my locker and started undressing. When I almost finished I looked to my left and saw her.

Rays ex, Giselle . She’s a punk chick. Seriously good looking if you ignored her clothes. I’m not trying to be such a bitch, but the girl needs to put on a shirt that fits her. Its too tight. Her boobs are seriously everywhere. She’s maybe an inch taller than me and her hair is red, white, and purple. She has these gorgeous blue eyes but they’re always covered in black eyeliner. Not cute. Her eyes would look so pretty with some light pink and crème base eye shadow. Maybe a little blush too.