School Boy

"Jack Barakat do I even half to say it?" Mrs. Golding, my P.E teacher snapped.


"No" I said looking down at my jeans, "save it" I mumbled as I turned back towards the school.


The outside gym area was in the back of the school, where there were no cameras. I took the opportunity to stop outside the door and smoke a cigarette. I lit the long white tube and inhaled, hauling the smoke to my lungs, it burned as it twisted around my lungs making itself at home. I exhaled the grey smoke when it was too much to take before taking another haul.


All my stresses seemed to melt away, and the pounding headache that once demanded attention was now gone. I finished the cigarette and stomped it out, exhaling the last bit of smoke from my lungs I entered the building threw the back door.


My foot steps echoed down the long purple hallway to a steady beat. When I got to the office Mr. Johnson, the principal, had his door shut meaning someone was already getting chewed out.


I sat on one of the uncomfortable blue chairs and kicked my legs up on the secretaries desk, returning the glare she sent me. I pulled out my phone and plugged my headphones in, blaring Of Mice&Men, again, returning the glare I earned from the secretary.


Half an hour and sixteen songs later, a new kid came out of the office. His brown fringe swept across his forehead, stubble outlining his perfectly round face. His eyes were a light caramel brown. And what did my dumb ass do when I made eye contact with such a perfect creature?


Rolled my eyes and flipped him off.


He turned down the bunking hallway, obviously going to find his room. I slapped myself across the face for my stupidedy.


"Jack, what an unexpected surprise." Mr. Johnson said not at all surprised. I smirked up at the large man and stood, walking into his office he shut the door behind me.


"So here on your time table it says you should have gym. Why are you. It in gym clothes?" Mr. Johnson said, looking up from the time table to me. I smirked.


"Why do you think I'm here?" I said cockily. "Stair duty for a week. No one to help, I'll call off the other boys. I'll over to check every day. You're dismissed. To your room until next class." I sighed getting up.


"That's totally unfair." I grumbled from the door.


"Watch it or you'll get window duty too. " I sighed again and left the room.

I turned down to the bunking corners and to my room. Only my room. They don't trust me with other students because of my rage, so I get the room all to myself. Probably the only good thing about this school.


My walk slowed to a stop infront of the door. The light above the keypad was green, meaning to door was unlocked. Breathing got harder, I always lock the door, people in this school hate my fucking guts, leaving the door unlocked would be a huge mistake.


I inched closer to the door. Breathing getting harder and harder. I was scared of what I'd find on the other side. There could really be anything. My parents, siblings, guys ready to beat me up, girls trashing my room, all of which I've opened the door to before. I pushed lightly on the door and my blood boiled at the sight.


The new kid was pulling the second bed away from mine, and towards the other side of the room. I snapped. Seeing red hot rage. I knew he can't be my room mate. He just can't.


"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I yelled, grabbing the new kid my the shoulders and throwing him to the ground.


"What the hell man this is my room!" He yelled, curling into a ball on the floor. Almost as if it was an instinct.


My heart lept at the thought of someone hurting him.


"No it's not I'm not allowed to have a roommate so why the hell are you in here?!" I yelled into his face, turning to move the bed back. This time he threw me to the ground.


"I got here late in the year and this was the only room left. Deal with it asshole!" I pushed away what he said, still pissed that he threw me to the ground.


I grabbed the back of his beautiful brown hair, it was soft in my hands, and pulled him against the wall, I held him there with my arm against his neck. Watching him struggle to breath and push me away. I chuckled.


"You don't run things if you stow away in my room, motherfucker, I will have you moved." I spat, a gruesome smirk twisting around my face.


"Good luck faggot." The new kid struggled and chocked on his words, I pushed harder on his neck.


"Remember who's in control bitch." I punched him in the nose and let him fall to the ground, coughing on the air he tried to get into his lungs. I crouched down beside him, he held his chest as he heaved, but his scared furious eyes still met mine.


"Know this new boy. I hate you. I will make your stay here living hell if you ever cross me once. One fucking time you piss me off I'll make sure you leave in a damn body bag. Got it?!" The weak beautiful boy nodded.


*****


Hours later the new boy, I still haven't bothered to learn his name, had moved the second bed to the opposite of the room, put all his clothes away in the second dresser, and all his bathroom belongings on his side of the bathroom.


I inhaled smoke into my lungs, coughing lightly as it gagged me, I blew it out and stubbed the cigarette on my red ashtray and hid it back under my bed, closing the window.

New boy smelt the air and looked at me, his face slightly green.


"Where you smoking?" He coughed, fanning the air in front of his face.


"Maybe I was." I spat, my eyes watching his hand fly back and forth.


"Well can you open the window until it's cleared?" He asked, looking at me helplessly.


I studied him, so graceful even with his nose crinkled up in disgust, arm flaps jiggling slightly as he moved his arms. Normally I would snap, yell at them about how I might be cold and it was inconsiderate of them, but instead I found my long legs kicking them self off the bed and back to the window, pulling it all the way open. What is this boy doing to me? I spun and glared at him, he had his shirt pulled over his mouth and nose.


"Happy now?"


The weak beautiful boy nodded.

Notes

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