I went back to school today with a mental goal to not get pissed off at someone. I feel so low. I don’t like people and when I know people are just going to make me angry for the hell of it, well, I get a little more than angry.

That’s why when I stepped into my first block forensics class I already knew I would be having a bad day. “You’re late to your first day of class, Jack,” she says in a monotone voice while setting the dry erase marker down. I can’t help I don’t know where the fucking room is. This school is big enough as it is. “I’m glad you could make it down the hall today without hitting someone in the head with a book,” she states, making the class snicker under their breath. The headache that my actions feed.

I went to say something but bit my tongue instead. Here’s another test which I would fail. If I get suspended again Flyzik will be pissed. I can’t have that. “You can sit by Josh, the boy in the back corner,” she points before grabbing the marker and resuming the lesson.

I took the seat and pulled out my binder and a pencil. I started taking notes on the human remains lecture she was giving us.

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I put my precalculus and forensics book in my locker before heading towards the cafeteria. This school has two different lunch waves since the school is so big. Luckily, I have the first along with Zack and Rian. They said that I could sit with them and I am definitely taking them up on that offer.

I found the two sitting with four mexican guys. I sat by Rian and across from Jack. They both gave me a smile before Zack started introducing me to their friends. “Hey guys, this is our new foster brother, Jack. Jack, this is Vic, Jaime, Tony, and Mike. Mike and Vic are brothers and even though it doesn’t look like it, Vic is older,” he smiled. Oh, my head’s going to explode.

“Hi,” I gave them a small smile and waved. They all waved back and smiled, saying that it was nice to meet me.

We all sat and got to know each other a bit. Well, I say that. I got to know them. I’m very discreet about what I say to people and anytime all eyes are on me, I ask one of them another question.

This guy, someone I hadn’t had the courtesy of meeting yet, thank God, came up behind Vic and started fucking with him. I could see that it was starting to aggravate him but he wouldn’t do anything to stop this douche bag. He was letting him push his buttons. And that’s exactly why I chose to step in and defend my new friend.

“Hey, douche dick,” I yelled to him, immediately getting his attention, “can you not see he doesn’t want anything to do with you? Leave him the fuck alone,” I demanded.

Rian put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down. It didn’t work. I shrugged him off as this blue-eyed guy opened his mouth. “Look at the new kid standing up for his freak friend,” he laughed heartily. “What are you going to do to me? Hit me with a book?”

I stood up from my chair, quickly followed by Rian. “I’ll hit you with a lot more than a book,” I sneered, getting ready to walk around and hit him. Rian caught my arm and wouldn’t let go.

“Bro, if you get suspended twice in one week, Flyzik will kick your ass. Just leave him. He isn’t worth it,” he says calmly, trying to get me to see this through. You will change your ways in time. I nod and sit back down as the other guy leaves without another word.

“Thanks, Jack,” Vic mumbles.

“No problem,” I reply, trying my best not to question why he let the guy walk all over him. I’ll just ask Rian and Zack about it later. Maybe they’ll know something.

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Rian offered to give me a ride home. I accepted, figuring it was better than walking or riding the bus. I sat in the back seat while Zack was sat in the front. They were talking about this band they had recently started listening to. It’s called Cartel. I didn’t know much about them so I just kept to myself in the back seat.

“What kind of music do you like, Jack?” Rian questions, turning down the volume of the New Found Glory song that was playing.

“Pop punk mostly. I really like Green Day, Blink-182, and Anti-Flag,” I answered honestly.

“Is Anti-Flag any good? I’ve never heard of them,” Zack comments, turning around to see me better.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I have a few of their CD’s in my room if you want to check them out,” I offered.

He nods while Rian demands that Zack turns back around and puts his seat belt on. “That’d be great, dude,” he smiles before hitting Rian in the arm and turning in his seat. “I really wish you would let me drive sometimes. I’d kick your ass if you didn’t have a damn seat belt on,” Zack notes.

“That’s why I wont let you drive,” Rian tells him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Jackass,” Zack mutters.

“Cunt waffle,” Rian counters while sticking his tongue out at Zack. They really are like small children. It’s pretty entertaining when one of them doesn’t hold my life in his hands with a two ton death trap I have no control over. I decided against saying anything to them, though. I didn’t want to be a part of their pointless banter.

They continue calling each other names until we pull up to the Flyzik household. I grab my bag and go inside, Rian and Zack close behind. Flyzik is sitting in the living room and for a brief moment I wonder what he does for a living since he hasn’t bee anywhere in the five days I’ve been here as far as I know.

“Hey Jack, Zack, Rian,” he greets us as he gets off the couch. I wave as I walk up to my room to start on my homework.

Notes

Hi guys. How are you? Im good. I hope you like this chapter.

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Thank you Lashaelynn_Alskarth for boosting my confidence. I love you in a totally not creepy way.