"Why can't you be more like your sister," my dad says.
"I don't know maybe because I am not her and I actually have your blood running through my veins unlike her."
"That doesn't matter," he says, "You should strive to be a better person."
"I am sorry that you think I am the worst person in the world, because I am not going to change," I yell.
"Don't raise your voice at me," he says, "and you will."
"Why is this such a big deal? Obviously Mom doesn't care," I snarl, "Otherwise she would be in here lecturing me too."
I can see my father snap. All of his patience with me gone. He hisses between his teeth, "Get ready for school."
"I will," I say. I watch as he walks out. I immediately flop down on the bed and flip him off. Five minutes later I stand pull on some clothes, grab my backpack, and walk out. My dad stands there glaring. He says, "Get in the car."
I missed the bus on purpose just to prove my point. I get in our black with a blue streak converted Camaro and my father climbs in. His jaw is clenched, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he drives me to school and drops me off. I don't open the door of the car and just jump over the door. People stare at me in amazement. I hear a sharp whistle and turn towards it. I see Hunter Wallace standing there. I run to him. He says, "my mother told me you were in trouble."
"Oh you can bet it," I say.
He grins. We have been friends forever. Our parents hang out and we just attracted to each other. We are opposites though. He is goody two shoes never even dated a girl. He says he is waiting for the 'right' girl. Meanwhile I try to be a bitch and practically switch girls every week.
He asks, "So what is it for?"
"Hey, Morgan!" a voice calls. I turn and see our third member, Allison. She is wearing a soft pink dress that has a tight upper body and a loose skirt part. The skirt is streaked with purple, blue, and dark purple. She has extravagant heels and her walk is sexy. She walks up and asks, "How was Monaco?"
"Amazing. The girls there would blow your fucking mind," I say.
"Why didn't you answer my texts? she asks.
"Because I just got my phone back this morning," I reply.
"Is that why you were in trouble?" Hunter says.
"Yeah," I say and hand my phone with the messages open. Hunter starts to read them and he starts laughing so hard. Allison grabs the phone. I want to say we are not playing pass Morgan's phone around. She looks at me over the phone and starts reading them, "Fuck you. You wish. Just go. Not until u suck me".
I grab my phone back before she gets to the worst part as Hunter starts laughing again.
"I can't believe you said that to a chick," Hunter says.
"We aren't chicks. We don't grow up to be chickens," Allison says.
Just as she says that a girl walks in. She is wearing a short skirt and a body clinging shirt. I whistle softly and say, "Damn."
"What?" Alison says following my gaze, "I didn't know you liked Latinas, Morgan."
"I don't, but damn," I say, "those curves."
"Yeah she is beautiful," Hunter says.
"That is because you're Latino, you fucking moron," I say
"Go to Hell."
"Workin' on it."
"Try harder."
We watch as the principal walks up and says, "Young lady-"
"I'm following school rules. Appropriate length and no shoulder showing," she says and walks towards us.
Allison says, "Don't you dare get sexual with her."
"What are you my mom?"
Latina Girl walks up and says, "What's up?"
"My dick," I say.
"Better put it down," she says.
"Why?"
"Because. I don't play with fuckboys."
"Suck it."
"Deepthroat it."
"Shove it up your pussy," I say.
Allison grabs my wrist and pulls me away.
"What?" I ask.
"You can't be serious," she hisses.
"What? She started it," I reply.
"Are you stupid? She was only there for Hunter."
"No way," I scoff.
She nods towards them and I turn to see them making out. I turn back and say, "Well they can both suck my cock."
"Why?"
"Why can they suck-?"
"No. Why do you act like you do?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
She stares at me and says, "you just always are all sexual and you never think about what it makes people feel."
"why should I? It is a joke."
"Never mind," she says.
"Wow."
The bell rings and I head to class. My first hour is Honors English. Most people are shocked that I am in this class. I walk in and people stare at me. I know that my black with white mosaic patterned shirt are almost too tight across my chest. My black jeans are skinny and clinging to my legs in a perfect comfiness. It brings out my soft colored light brown hair and brown eyes.
The teacher looks at me and I say, "Quit staring at my junk. Even though I know you want it."
Most of the class stares at me. A few people give out nervous laughs. I find my seat and the teacher gestures at the seat right next to her desk. I slide out and swap with the kid in that seat. I cross my arms and lean back in the chair so that the bottom edge of my shoulder blade is resting on the chair's back. I follow instructions but make sure I look resistant to do so. I go through my classes bored until seventh hour. I have swimming and I have no idea who else does. I see Hunter in the hall and walk towards him. He asks, "Where you going?"
"I get to go in water where people are barely covered," I say. Then ask, "You?"
"Oh I am going to this thing that normal people call swimming class."
"That's for pussies," I grin and he lets out a sigh.
"Come on," he says and we walk to the pool.
We walk into the changing room and a bunch of freshman are inside. I say, "Damn. Look at all the little fuckers."
Hunter laughs and goes to the showers to change. I wait for a stall. I pull on my red, almost a dark pink in spots, shorts. I walk out and head out the second door to the pool. Hunter follows behind me. I walk out and the teacher glares. She knows me from Honors English. I smirk and Allison walks up wearing a light blue suit with slits carved out of the sides. Then I see the Latina girl. I grin at her and she says, "Great."
"I know right. I am so thrilled."
"That was sarcasm."
"Mine wasn't," I say grinning even bigger.
"You are such a perv," She says.
I reply, "I know, but you like it."
"Fuck you."
"You want too."
"Shove it."
"Up you sure," I say.
"Is Morgan Smith here?" the teacher calls.
"Yes!" I yell, "I am right here."
The teacher continues down the list, explains safety, and says, "get in the shallow end."
I jump off the edge and stay under for a few seconds. I surface and the teacher says, "Morgan what did I just say?"
"A lot of shit I don't care about," I reply, "inside of that you said don't dive off the shallow end."
"Correct and what did you just do?"
"I can't dive if I have no idea how."
"Don't jump into the shallow end."
I nod.
Allison walks toward me and hisses, "Why do you always have to be that person?"
"Because no else is going to do it," I reply.
Hunter says, "How long are you in this class?"
"The whole year," I say.
Latina girl, whose name I now know is Selena, walks towards us. I say, "Damn even better view of that body than earlier."
She flips me the finger and the teacher says, "Selena, if I see that again you will be kicked out of the pool and your grade will be dropped a whole letter."
Selena glares at me. I smirk at her. At the end of the hour as we are getting out I swim under her and brush my hand up her leg. She stops dead and I climb out of the pool. She climbs out slowly after. Her face is so twisted in anger and something else. Something that I recognize as lust. I laugh and head to the locker room. Hunter is there already. He looks at me and I grin back and change quickly. A freshman comes up to me, "Your Morgan right?"
"Yeah. What do you want," I ask.
"I admire what you did," he says
"It was nothing," I reply. Pause a second then ask, "What's your name?"
"Austin."
I take a better look at him. He has wavy brown hair, tan skin, and weird shade of blue green eyes. I ask, "I bet you get a lot of girls don't you?"
"Actually no," he says, "I just moved here with my sister, Selena."
"Selena is you sister?" I ask more than a little shocked.
"Yes actually," he says, "I got my dad's genes."
"Well then," I say, " what do you think about having a Junior as a friend."
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah," I reply, "I mean you seem like a legit guy."
"Cool."
He runs out and Hunter comes up and says, "I feel like I have been replaced."
"I couldn't replace you if I tried."
He grins and we walk out together. I see Hannah and Austin talking together which reminds me of something. I turn to Hunter and ask "are you getting some?"
"No," he tells me.
"That's not what I saw earlier," I say.
"It was a kiss."
"No, dude, that was a make out," I say, "tell me you weren't shoving your tongues into each other's mouth.'
He pauses and I say, "I knew it."
"Says the guy who is not even a virgin anymore."
"At least I have got some before."
"Fuck you."
"Actually I am straight, but if you need a guy I can point you to one."
"Again fuck you."
"I gotta go. My dad will be pissed if I miss the bus twice," I say.
I run to my bus and get on just a second before it leaves.
I get home and my dad is standing there. He says, "How was your day?"
I look at him carefully and then I see the principal walking in. Dammit I'm screwed. I shiver and he says, "Yes, Morgan. I am the principal and I heard about what you said to your English teacher. I was not impressed,"
I mutter under my breath, "fuck,"
My dad says, "Morgan what did you say?"
"Nothing that wasn't true," I say.
He gives me the look. I say again, "Nothing."
"So you didn't say that she wants you," the principal.
My dad gasps. I smirk and cross my arms as I say, "Like I said nothing that wasn't true. And maybe I should give it to her."
My dad's face is priceless. It is so shocked and horrified that it makes me laugh. The principal smiles and says, "You will have detention with her everyday this week during lunch."
"Great," I say and head upstairs. I hear my dad and the principle discussing. Then the door shuts and I brace myself for my dad's fury, but it doesn't come. Instead he comes up and holds out a pamphlet. I take it and he says, "your new school,".
I flip it over after he leaves to see a school called Winderz's Academy. It has boys in uniforms that look more like tuxedos. A few pages later girls dressed in skirts and the same top as the boys. Great. I read the pamphlet. I nearly fly out of my skin reading that it starts two days from now.
I pick up my phone and type to Hunter: I am switching schools.
He replies: what?
I call him and say, "Yeah, apparently I have to switch schools. The principal showed up and told him what I said to Mrs. Carter."
"Is your dad mad?"
"Actually it's weird, he handed the school's pamphlet to me and walked away. I know he is mad, but this is weird."
"Morgan Anthony Smith!" my mother yells.
"Got to go," I say into my phone.
I quickly hang up and run downstairs. She stands there her face almost beat red. She yells, "What the Hell? What is wrong with you?"
"Umm... I have legit no idea what you are talking about," I say.
"Really?" she says.
"Yeah," I cross my arms and glare at her.
She stares straight back and says, "I am done with your shit! Why can't you just act like any other human on the whole damn planet?"
"Because I am not any other human being. I am me, and you can go to Hell for trying to change that" I shout.
"Wow what did I just walk into?" a voice says from the doorway into the kitchen.
Everyone turns to look to see Hannah, my older sister by twelve years. Her hair is pink now. It used to be blonde she dyed it for her singing career.
My dad is smiling like they haven't seen each other in years when really it has been months. I groan and slink away as my parents adore her. I run up stairs and straight into my room. I flip onto my bed and pull my shirt off not giving flying fuck anymore. I hear someone walk up the stairs and I steel myself for a lecture.
My sister walks in and says, "So I heard you have been a trouble maker."
"Yeah. You come to beat on me too?" I ask.
"No," she says, "I just want you to think about our family."
"Why do you give a breathing fuck?" I ask, "you're not actually apart of this family."
"Is that what you think?"
"No. It is what I know. You could suck my cock and I wouldn't have to worry about being incest," I spit at her.
"Seriously?" she asks, "I know I am not blood with you guys, but be honest here I am the one that people say 'oh that's their sweet angel.'"
"So what I don't care because I have their actual blood running through my veins. You should be on your knees right now begging that I give you a taste of our blood," I yell.
"Oh and how do you suggest I do that?"
"Suck my dick."
"Once I find it, sure," she turns and walk out.
"Go to Hell," I shout after her.
The next day I go through classes acting like even more like a bitch since why not? I am switching anyways.
At lunch I head to detention. She stands there waiting. I grin and sit in a seat. She doesn't look at me, but I know the principal told her what I said. She is afraid of me and it feels amazing. She has never had a student who doesn't give a damn. That talked shitty around his parents too. When she does look at me her young eyes are gleaming with something wild. I continue to look at her making my face bored and uncaring. My insides are screaming about what she wants. She wants me and my body wants me to give it to her, but my mind is telling me no. For once I am going to listen to my brain. I look down and start drawing stars on a paper.
At the end of the day I don't get on the bus instead I approach Alison and Hunter. I say leaning into the lockers, "Hey."
"Aren't you supposed to ride the bus?" Alison asks.
"Yeah, but it is my last day I thought we could hangout,"
"Hunter!' someone calls. I turn to see his mother. I wave and she yells, "You too!"
"Wait before you go I need to tell you something," Alison catches my arm. I turn back to her. She whispers, "I think I am in love with you, Morgan. Ever since that day that we decided to fool around with each other."
I take one step to her and our lips press together. I know this is wrong. It will leave her with a broken heart, but I know what it is like to keep this kind of thing hidden. Her hands wrap around my neck and I shiver. I pull away before anything else happens. I don't look at her, instead I walk with Hunter and his mother to the car.
My heart hurts as I think about Alison. Everyone in the car seems to understand that I need some time because no one speaks a word to me. I know Hunter's mom wants to talk to me about my behavior, but she holds back.
She rolls up to my driveway I get out and so does Hunter. He says, "Bye. I am gonna miss you."
"Yeah, dickhead," I say.
Our fists bump in our hand shake. Then we grasp hands and bro hug. He gets back in the car and I watch as they speed away.
