Rage

*Chapter 1*

*Lars POV*

Fucking high school. Sorry let me rephrase that, my mom insists on me not using 'vulgar' language anymore, so here we go.

High school, what can I say it's a stupid idea of preparing kids for the real world. Honestly though, it's there to separate us into different groups within society at an early stage in our extremely long lives.

Now within this society, you have the people that are going to succeed. Usually because of the status of their families or they are as I like to call them unnaturally gifted. Then you have the troublemakers with a usual sad backstory and family issues. Councillors often use that as an excuse for their behavior, which I must agree is sometimes justified. Some people go through some tough shit.

Well moving on. You have people like me, or you could call us floaters people just getting by, doing the same thing every day. And trying our damn hardest not to get out of line.

We aren't losers.

We aren't super popular.

We're comfortable.

To be honest its good being here you never really have to worry if everyone likes you because you're guaranteed that you have that one friend, plus you don't feel obligated to create a scene just to get your emotions across. You have the friends you have, and they're great. You have the girlfriend and she's fucking great.

"Lars..."

"Lars are you listening? I can't do this anymore we're just too different" huh? my eyes blinked in confusion.

"What?" I finally snapped back into reality.

"You see this is what I was talking about you never listen. I'm sorry but... we're over. I'm sorry I had to do it now, but I don't want to hurt you by leading you on." Ella turned away from me and started walking into the crowd of students. All I could here in that moment was the piercing sound of the school siren. As it got louder and louder eventually driving me insane.

I'm was shocked.

NO. I was fucking shocked.

The hallway was getting emptier and I was left there not moving not blinking, was I even breathing? Did I just get broken up with? Now? What the fuck... we were good.

I was good...with her.

Or was I? Was that all just in my head? Two fucking years all in my head.

As I grabbed my backpack from my locker, I slammed it shut making it echo through the now empty halls.

With what power I had left in my body I tried to drag myself to my next class. I felt so drained those few words left me feeling helpless.

What class did I even have? Physics? Math? Ah who fucking cared. Maybe it would have been a good idea to take out my timetable right about then. I took the little piece of paper I scribbled my class schedule on and pulled it closer to my face, squinting I tried getting a closer look at it. My eyes went wide with frustration as I slowly realized I had been walking the wrong direction this whole time.

"Shit..." I mouthed quickly turning on my heels and rushing down the hallway.

10 minutes later I found myself In-front of the already started class. I walked slowly towards my seat trying to avoid the clearly angry stare of Mr. Dudley.

"Lars, got lost again? or am I going to get a better excuse this time?" Mr. Dudley mocked in his annoyingly cool British accent. I felt like I wanted him to continue scolding me just so I could hear that accent. Shut the fuck up why don't you.