"You're not going to get a good job or be successful with these Bs and Cs.” That’s the same bullshit I’ve been fed since around the end of eighth grade. My dad will probably be threatening this on me until I finish college but then he’ll probably go into how no girl will want to kiss me with my lip piercing (like I’d want one to!) or how no one will hire me with my tattoos. He’ll just keep nagging me until he’s on his deathbed and I’ll just keep ignoring him while Mom stands behind him, listening to his lectures, nodding like she cares what’s going on.
I’m sixteen, I can’t drive yet, I don’t do sports or girls for that matter. Basically, I’m everything my dad hoped I wouldn’t be. My name is Seth, only because I got it changed legally this year. (It was originally Mike) I haven’t exactly lived up to everything the old man hoped for and frankly, I really don’t give a shit. I go to school everyday, trying to understand what goes on in my classes, ignoring the stares of the druggies and whores I’ve known since we were young enough to get away with the “eww, she has cooties!” crap. Everyday is mostly the same, starts with a lecture that puts me in an ominous mood to the typical bus ride, which is a battle in its self. Fight for a seat, hope someone semi-decent sits with you, and try not to fall asleep. Then I faze through the day only to come home to the typical afternoon and evening of being ignored.
I got onto the bus at seven am this morning, typical stares from the ancient bus driver, in his time, young men would walk fifteen miles to school wearing dress shoes. No thanks, I prefer combat boots and a car if my cheap ass parents would bother to buy me one or let me get a job. Let me just explain this now, in case you haven’t figured, I go to a school in a town mostly made of: wannabe gangstas, jocks, nerds and preps. There are three of us ‘Goths’ and we don’t really stick together, it gives a whole new meaning to the term, “minority“. Pretty much all of the girls dress slutty and are afraid of you and most of the guys either ignore you or try to bully you. Well, that’s for the outcasts like me anyways, for those who “roll” with the crowd, I have no idea what life is like, but I would imagine it’s pretty good.
School progressed like it normally does except for a new student in my Spanish class. Mrs. Nislette announced that we had a new sophomore student joining the class and a black haired boy walked in, staring at the floor and blushing. I was tempted to make a rude comment towards him but I resisted since he looked traumatized enough, however the class clown, Jerry didn't seem to agree. He blurted something out about how he was also interested in the intricate patterns of the floor tiles and everyone laughed. Mrs. Nislette attempted to shush the class but her attempts were short lived as the new boy looked up, a glint of yellow present in his eyes. "Cayate los bocas!" He yelled, his face red and his fists clenched.
The boy glared at Jerry as he took his seat. “Como estas, estudiantes?” Mrs. Nislette said to her class. Seth blocked his ears to the pointless language. "Just another shitty class I have to take." Seth said with a sigh. "And another reason for my Dad to yell at me."He hears another sigh right next to him and looks over. The new boy was sitting right there glaring at him. "Ummm, Hi I'm Seth, and you are?" The boy scoffs and spits out "Yuki, now get the hell out of my life!" He turns away from Seth and pulls out an iPod. Seth can hear NIN pumping out from his headphones.
Seth ignored the teacher for the rest of the class and thought for a while. 'He's pretty bitchy Hmmmm. Man-PMS I bet, eh, he's cute, so its cool I guess' Yeah you heard me right. I like guys. If dad ever found out about that, I’d be dead in an instant. If it’s one thing he hates, it’s those “Dirty rotten fags!” I was just lucky that no one in my school really cared enough about me to haze me. Once the teacher started in on the next day's homework Seth gave the teacher the typical bullshit about not being able to get the next class in time and left a few minutes early. Walking down the hall a ways, he heard Mrs. Nislette yelling something about not having an excuse to leave the class early and watched Yuki run past him, flipping off everything behind him as he went. ‘That boy really has some serious issues.' He thought, smiling.
As Seth headed for his next class he couldn't get the boy out of his mind. He looked in the direction he ran. Seth knew he would get in tons of trouble with his dad if he skipped, but it was worth it. "Wait up." He yelled to the boy as he ran towards him.