5 Levels

Chapter One

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chapter one: Fuck Justin &
Fuck his Misogynistic Servants.
song: I Know What It's Like
sang by: Jeff Tweedy
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7:28 a.m - before school

"If I hear you talking about me and that hoe again. You both are going to be eating gravel with black eyes and bloody noses." I outright claimed as I waltzed into the conversation involving two of my buddies. Blake Wiseau and Dante Fresco, people I've known of since elementary but didn't know all that well. Wish it stayed that way..

Blake and I met in eighth grade, when I joined that school's soccer team for the year. Until I migrated to this one in the upcoming year. As for Dante, I met him off of Blake when I started football last year. Both of them are fucking awful now. If situations were different I would've dipped, unfortunately they aren't. So I still fuck with em.

We've been in each others lives for years. Went to plenty of parties with each other as well. Yet we don't know any real shit about each other. All we know is what girls we like, what girls we don't, and what positions we play in sports and in the bedroom. Though that probably shouldn't bug me, nobody cares about getting close or true friend bond shit these days. Whoever has the bitches and booze is someone you should consider a friend. At least at this shithole of a school.

"Ah does Justy have his little playboy heart broken?" The one closer to me out of the two, Blake chimed in. He's also the one I bicker with more than anyone I know, besides my ex slut. Wait, she doesn't count all that much anymore. Since at the mere mention of her name I'd get crucified and yelled at for being a pussy. Which I am for even thinking about that bitch, after all she's just another skank.

"Nah, she bored me. After all she's just another thot." I chuckled at my own remark. Not true. She never even put out for me. Sure that did bore me at times so the statement isn't completely false. But it had absolutely nothing to do with our breakup like I've claimed to the boys.

What we had all came to a halt because of my anger issues and not being able to commit like, I promised I would. But like always I have to blame someone else for my mistakes. My maturity is truly blossoming into a fucked up sex driven butterfly. How pleasant is that.

"You sure about that?" How great, a bitch decided to chime in or really a little bitch. The title of bitch is a little bit too great for this annoying cunt. All he ever does is act like a twink. Wears ugly ass bright clothes, has a perky attitude and the amount of guy ass I've seen him stare at is gross. I don't mind gay people unless if their being full on gay all the time. It's fucking weird.

"Shut the hell up Colin. Don't you have some faggotty shit to do? Some of the guys are playing football. Go stare at their asses." He sighed and shook his head to hand me a flyer. The idiots of this school somehow elected him to be the asb President of our school. Which really sucks for me so he's the one I have to communicate with for all my gigs. He's stared at my abs so many times, I know it's sexy but it's weird for him to stare. I'm not into guys like that.

"Just a reminder for your dim mind. The dance is tomorrow, so get your booth ready after school today. Have a great day Marcez." He shoved the flyer into my chest and stomped away as the boys began laughing at his idiocy. So easily offended, though that's not a shock to me. It's been that easy since kindergarten. A lot of people here are apart of a tight knit community who's known of each other since kindergarten and he's apart of it. Which sucks for me because I'm not a fan of faggoty twats.

I joined in the chuckle fest to yelled "Yeah walk away you pussy ass faggot!!" But all this pathetic kid could do was continue to walk off while throwing up his middle fingers. The fact he's even able to flip people off without throwing a tantrum out of fear, since he's a goody-too-shoes, is shocking. The bell rang as we all headed our own ways. Back to dumbass school I go. Yiptothefucktotheyee.