so i know this is short but i do expect most updates to be short since i do have a life, a busy one at that, and if they are short there will be more of them. but anyways, i really love this story and i hope you guys do too -nattie
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Thwack! Some sort of object hit me in the face, I recoiled and sat up straight in my desk. I looked down to see a red pen lying on the desk, next to the scissor inscribed “fuck $chool”, no doubt the source of the thwack.
I looked up and saw a middle aged balding man, pointing at some PowerPoint up on the board, he was wearing a button up shirt with a disgusting green tie..…Shit. I fell asleep in Mr. Myer’s class again… A harsh whisper sounded from my left, “JUDE!” I turned to the origin of the sound, my brother, Nikolai. I replied in a whisper, “I was having a wonderful dream you know? You piece of shit.” “Dude, if Myer catches you sleeping in class again you’re dead.” I groaned, “Fuccccck.”
“What was that Mr. Wilder?”
There was a pause as I traded death glares with Mr. Myer. “I said luck.”
“How on earth is the horribly romantic tragedy of Romeo and Juliet lucky?” Dammit.
“You see, I personally don’t think the story of Romeo and Juliet is romantic whatsoever. I also don’t think it’s a tragedy. Romeo got over that first girl so quickly, which just doesn’t happen. I think they were stupid teenagers, too young to truly understand what love really was and willing to die for a lie they so truly believed in. So I think it’s lucky they both died, or its lucky Romeo did at least. Honestly they weren’t mature enough to understand what was really happening and just longed for love as if it was needed to live, they knew love existed but didn’t know what it felt like. Its not the deaths that were tragic, it was their ignorance.”
Myer was silent. I smirked. Checkmate, dickweed.
The bell rang and I grabbed my bag and walked out the door with Niko. “I don’t understand how you always get away with that shit Jude.”
“He is too lazy to write a referral, and I think he likes to argue with my intelligence.”
“I think you like to argue, and that wasn’t intelligent you pulled that straight out of your ass and sprinkled it with long words to make it sound intelligent. And I have no idea how you fall asleep in 5th period. How do you get through the first part of the day and then just pass out in Myer’s class? And of all the classes to fall asleep in, you choose Myer!”
“It’s ‘cause he is freaking boring.”
We walked into the cafeteria and sat at our table, the one by the windows. Not the nice windows that actually looked over things, the ones saved for the “popular kids”. The windows that faced the trees and the road, but a window is a window right?
I took a look at my friends, Trevor was drumming on the table as always, occasionally stopping to steal one of Ryder’s chips. Ryder was working on a new melody to a song with Trevor and, as always, was having issues getting him to stop his tapping and listen, writing on homemade sheet music. Nikolai was sitting next to me pulling homework he didn’t finish out of his bag.
A girl walked up nervously to us and blushed immediately, She was wearing a bright pink sweater and white skinny jeans with ridiculously tall heels, greaaaaat. I leaned back a bit to see her friends giggling. I rolled my eyes and did my best to ignore her as I put one of my earbuds in my ear, and the rest of the guys did their best to ignore her too.
But she wouldn’t have it, “Hi!”
We ignored her.
She was persistent and set her sights on Trevor, “Hello!”
Niko whispered, “It’s always the drummer.” I chuckled.
He raised an eyebrow, “Hi.”
“You should like, totally come to the Sadie Hawkins dance with me.” I groaned, this is like the 5th time this week. Trevor rolled his eyes, “okay look, I hate to be rude, I really do. But I don’t go to dances with girls I don’t know, especially when their only intention is to have sex. So I really don’t mean to be rude or mean or whatever this is to you, but no…” he mocked her voice and lack of proper English “ I like, totally shouldn’t.”
She gasped and slapped him and then abruptly turned to Ryder and poured water all over his sheet music. My eyes widened, “WHAT THE HELL!” he jumped up and stared at the ink running down the page. What the hell was that? Ryder didn’t do anything. He gave the girl the deadliest glare I’d ever seen and she ran back to her friends terrified.
Every girl in this stupid school wants to fuck the “bad boys”, their only obstacle? The “bad boys” hardly want to talk to them in the first place. They are annoying as hell, honestly.
What makes us bad boys? The music we listen to and make? Skateboards? The clothes we wear? I don’t see how a Pantera concert t-shirt can make someone a badass.
Ryder sat down and put his head in his hands, trying to calm down. Music is everything to him, everything to us. Music was the common thing that brought all of us together, music. Once we became friends we created our own band, and the foundation of every song is that sheet music, and knowing Ryder, he’s been working his heart out on that rhythm for weeks. I sighed, there goes a song. The bell rang and everyone gathered their things and left except for Ryder and I. We have 6th period together and walk to it together everyday, I waited for him as he packed his dry things into his backpack and I grabbed the wet sheet music and threw it in the trashcan. We walked out of the cafeteria and headed to physics.
He said, “Fucking bitches man.”
I laughed.
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