PUNK

Part 1 - Fuck My Life

It was a sunny ass day. Chilly, but sunny. And the campuses were crowded as fuck. So I went out and sat down on an empty bench, under the shadow of a giant maple tree. I lazily threw my backpack beside me, and reached for my stapled papers inside. My political science thesis which I probably failed. And at that point, I wasn't even hoping to be wrong. I sighed, stared at the blur of whiteness I was holding. 

At the end, it wasn't my anxiety, nor my impatience that pushed me to turn the page. It was, and always will be, the acceptance of what life has thrown at me till now; disappointment. My hand moved on its own, I was just a witness. I turned the page and looked at my grade. Thirty-one percent. It's a number. Unfazed, I didn't blink, I didn't move. I just sat there, under the giant maple tree. 

Okay; was my mind's response. I would've used reaction, but that was just how little I cared. I was done. It was clear I didn't belong in this academic world of theoretical bullshit. So I threw my papers in the garbage beside the bench, and walked off. Out of this campus, out in the real world. Where I knew I belonged, because I didn't fit anywhere else.

The city bus was crowded too. I fucking hate it when it's crowded. But I get it. It was five in the afternoon, and people had to get where they needed to go. I was standing near the back, one hand holding steadily on the metal bar, the other on my phone. I had my earphones on and my sunglasses on too. Blocking the bright as fuck sun rays, and blocking human interaction. After a few minutes of music and light reading, the bus stopped momentarily. And I could hear laughter through my music. How fucking loud are these guys? I turned briefly to see who just got in. A bunch of chicks. Of course. I went back to my reading. The bus moved again. And I felt someone bumping into my arm. I sighed in my head as I glanced to my side.

"Oh, god! I'm so sorry!" A blonde was looking up at me with concern and fluster. The other girls behind her were covering their mouths, giggling at the incident.

"It's all good." I smiled and went back to my phone.

"What're you listening to?" One of them asked, after the blonde went back to her group of friends. Clearly she was the bold type.

I pretended I didn't hear her. Her friends giggled again as she came closer to me, tapping my shoulder. Evidently she wasn't gonna leave me be. I took one earphone off.

"Yeah?" I said lazily.

"Is that uhhh...what's that you're listening to?" She asked again. Looking up at me, searching for my eyes through the dark lenses. She was trying to decipher my blank expression.

"It's rock." I finally answered.

"Woah, so you're into that punk kinda music? That's actually so rad! I have a friend who plays in like a rock band, and I just fucking looove their music." She came closer, leaning in.

I smirked. "Oh yeah? What're they called?"

"Uhh...I think like Dandy Dudes or something?"

"That's the name of a bar, sweetheart."

She blushed a little. Out of embarrassment or out of lust. Maybe both.

"Oh, damn." She laughed. "Wow, I really can't remember their name, sorryyy!" She nearly yelled. I cocked back a little to protect my fucking eardrums from bursting. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She covered her mouth. "I can be loud sometimes, when I'm nervous!" She exclaimed slightly quieter.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled again. I was getting bored again and just wanted to read my shit. Then I suddenly caught something outside, out of the corner of my eye.

"Sorry, it's my stop." I said blankly and pressed the red button.

"Oh, uh. Okay...well can you like, I think you're cool, could you give me-" she began.