Broken Bullets

~Shit.~

Logan

I pushed the door open and grunted as I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders. New school...again. Great, just great. Just what I needed: a bunch of hormone-infested blonds, and punk ass guys who just want to pick a fight. High school is not exactly a thought that put me in the greatest of moods. To say I was annoyed was an understatement. The only reason why I attend this hellhole at all is that I really can't afford to have my parole officer up my ass any more than he already was. You get in one fight and suddenly you're a criminal.

Well, I did send him to the hospital with several broken bones and head trauma, and it had happened to two other kids I had fought before...

Okay, so I'm a delinquent. Big fuckin deal. It's not like I'm doomed to live a life in jail, at least not yet.

I stepped inside the large classroom, and instantly a smirk tugged at my lips. Everyone had their eyes trained on the new kid. The door closed with a slight slam and I raised an eyebrow as everyone slowly shifted in their seats and looked at me with curiosity and judgment. My first class was Biology, with Mr. Tesla. It kind of seemed like too much of a coincidence that the science teacher had a sciency name.

Oh well. It's not like I really care. Caring about shit leads to nothing but trouble and drama. The last time I cared about something, it blew up in my face and I had to sit in the mess and try to pick up the fucked up pieces.

A very short and fat man with a big belly paused his lesson, turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow as I stood at the front of the class near the door, my backpack slung over one shoulder. The whole class had gone silent, and almost everyone had their eyes on me. I couldn't help but smirk again, running my fingers through my hair; I felt so powerful.

Mr. Tesla made a sour face, seeing my smirk. He crossed his arms, holding a marker in one of his pudgy hands as he and gave me a disapproving look. "Ah, you must be the new student. You are also late, sir." I roll my eyes and give a look of pure and utter boredom. "So is that outfit, sir." I wave my hand dismissively. "Calm yourself down before you have a heart attack. I'm not that late, it's only been like ten minutes.".

The classroom erupted in a series of laughs and snickers as Mr. Tesla turned red with annoyance and glared at them threateningly. They immediately went quiet, but snickers and whispers could still be heard.

He glared at me and waved his hand dismissively once more before turning his body back to the board. "Just find an empty seat and try not to be a disruption. What is your name?"I chuckled and gave a lazy soldier salute. "The name is Logan, General! I go by nothing else. You see I've been in three wars-"

He scowled, putting a hand up to silence me. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, taking a large breath before finally speaking to me again, "No need to be a smartass, young man. Just find a seat."

I grinned. Fucking with this guy was going to be so awesome. He already seemed to really hate me, and it had only been fifteen minutes. "Better a smartass than a dumbass," I replied with a sweet smile.

The class laughed once more, even harder than when I had first entered the room. I chuckled with them and gave a small bow, grinning as I earned a few claps and whistles. Damn, I was good. Not even fifteen minutes had passed and I was already a big shot.

My eyes scanned the room, struggling to find an empty seat. The students were packed close together and it was almost impossible to find a seat that wasn't occupied by someone. I cringed in annoyance and slight disgust as I noticed the girls in the class. Almost every single one of them was smirking and eyeing me like candy. Don't get me wrong, I like the attention of women as the next asshole, but it doesn't mean I wanted them. Not all the time anyway. Trust me when I say that I like a fun one night stand, but there came a point when a guy gets bored sleeping with the same type of girls.