Obey

School is shit and so are you

Fuck. With a groan, Johnny reached over and turned off the continuous beep of his alarm. Could it really be Monday already?? He sat up and shuddered, it was too fucking cold as per usual. A miserable monday morning, for a miserable boy.

Reaching over to his bedside table to grab his phone, he checked to see if he had any messages, from anyone... He hadn't, though no surprise there...

Then he noticed the time. Bolting out of bed, he grabbed the first things that came to hand. A pair of black skinny jeans, and an iron maiden t-shirt. Throwing them on in a hurry, he ran to the bathroom, and stared at himself in the mirror. Could he be bothered fixing the birds nest some fool called his hair? As he was running late as it was, he ran his fingers through it, until it looked vaguely okay. It'd have to do. Who was he trying to impress anyway?

Johnny wasn't ugly. Fair from it infact, though if you ever told him that, he'd tell you to fuck right off. He had such a way with words.

Pale skin, completed with a wardrobe set for a funeral party, gave him the stereotype of an 'emo'. Though was it really a stereotype if it was true? Blonde hair, sticking out at odd angles, made him look desirable, in a 'don't care' ish kind of way. It was like sex hair, tossled and giving him a rugged yet innocent look, though for this boy it couldn't be further from the truth.

It had been months since his last sexual encounter, and to say the least, it hadn't been pleasant. The last guy he slept with had only one kink, and that was to be in the smallest place possible so that they were practically one person. That wouldn't have been such a bad thing, if he had actually liked the guy... But he didn't. He was a mere rebound after the disaster of his last pig of a boyfriend, though that's another story entirely. It was safe to say he wasn't a stranger to having foreign objects shoved roughly up his ass.

Running downstairs and slipping his feet into some black converse, he sauntered into the kitchen, grabbed the mug of steaming black coffee sat on the side waiting for him. He had to give credit to his mother occasionally, atleast sometimes she knew what she was doing. Chugging it down, and swallowing the last mouthful (he'd had plenty of practice in that area), he grabbed his bag off the back of the chair, and shouting goodbye to his mother, was out the door.

He put in his headphones, listening to mayday parade as he strolled down the street. Blocking the world out was his skill, he did it the majority of the time, thus bringing upon the side effects of dealing with his own thoughts.

On that sullen journey, he was freaking out. This wasn't his first new school he'd been to, and he doubted it'd be the last. However, there was just something daunting about walking into somewhere new, although, if he stuck to his 3 main rules he should be fine. Right?

•Earphones in
•Head down
•Avoid pissing anyone off if he could help it

Oh shit... He found himself stood in the middle of the school grounds, just as the bell had gone to enter the hellhole people called school. Way to break rule number 2, 5 seconds into his first day.

It was going to be one long ass day...