“Mr. Barakat, this is the second time I’ve had to suspend you in a week,” Mr. Olson, the principal at my new school, scolded me. “Do you care to tell me why you have decided to hit another one of my students?” Im here to smash shit.

“He was bullying another student, sir,” I spat, already getting aggravated at his face. I’ve had enough of your shit to last me my lifetime.

“Are you kidding me? I was minding my own business when you punched me in the face,” Kellin, the guy I beat up, lied.

I jumped up, ready to hit him again for pulling that bullshit out of his ass. Im a badass and you’re a fucking bitch. “You lying son of a-,” I screamed while being pulled back into my chair by Mr. McKinnon.

“Mr. Barakat that is enough!” Mr. Olson demands.

“I honestly don’t understand what his problem is with me,” Kellin shrugs. Fuck that. I tried to snatch myself out of Mr. McKinnon’s grip only for him to tighten it. He’s a pretty strong dude.

“Call Vic fucking Fuentes in here and see why I kicked this douche bags’ ass! I’d do it again if he asked me to,” I fumed, still trying to get away from McKinnon. I’ll tear your soul apart.

---

Pissed would be an understatement in describing Flyzik right now. I disobeyed an ‘order’ and now I’m having to listen to the rant of a lifetime. Im also grounded for a month. “I mean, seriously Jack! It’s not like the kid was getting his ass kicked! He was just picking on him! I understand standing up for the kid but you beat his ass and now you’re suspended again! How the fuck do you think that makes me look? This is the second fucking time in a week!” I stay out of line.

“I couldn’t just let the kid keep messing with Vic!” I argued, running my hands across my face. I don’t understand why Im in the wrong here.

“You have a mouth, Jack! Use your words,” he spat, pacing around the room. I rolled my eyes at him. If it were as simple as that, I would have.

“Well maybe the kid wouldn’t listen! Did you think of that?” I yelled back. Fuck everything you say.

“Then get your friend and fucking leave! Don’t entertain the idea of giving the kid attention! You of all people should know that’s what fuels them!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I ask. Flyzik stops his pacing and looks at me wide eyed.

“Shit, Jack. That’s not what I meant,” he walks closer to me but I only stepped backwards.

“Then what did you mean?” Hellraiser.

“I meant-” he stops and gives me a sympathetic look.

“You think I fight for attention. You think Im a bully,” I nodded, backing out of the living room. We’re fucking villains.

“Jack,” he calls after me.

“Save it,” I snapped, walking up the stairs. The last thing I need is his sympathetic apologies right now.

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I’ve had Zack and Rian knocking on my door to check on me but I pretended that I wasn’t in the room and ignored them. I simply turned up my music until I saw their shadow leave from under the door. Then, I would turn it back down.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that they care. I really, really do. I’ve never had any foster siblings that cared so much in such a short amount of time. It’s just, they don’t know me. They don’t know a thing about me and I fear that when they find out what secrets I have they wont like me anymore.

This Is The End by Anti-Flag flooded my speakers, briefly making me wonder what it would be like to play guitar. The thought faded into the back of my mind when my door was unlocked and Flyzik stepped into my bedroom.

The track switched to One Trillion Dollar$ as I turned off my stereo. “What?” I questioned, trying my hardest to hide the irritation in my voice. I thought I did a pretty good job.

“Dinner’s ready,” he informed me while leaning against my doorway and crossing his arms.

“I’m not hungry,” I replied.

“You need to come eat, Jack. You haven’t eaten since I brought you home from school,” he groans.

“I don’t want to.”

“Jack, I’m not fucking arguing with you about this. Stop being a child. I said something horrible and I’m really fucking sorry but you can’t just stay in your room and pout about it all day,” Flyzik orders.

“Fine,” I grumbled before brushing past him and going downstairs to eat with Rian and Zack. Flyzik was following close behind me. He was in a foul mood, obviously. I can’t say to much, though. I am, too.

We all sat around the table while eating our food in an awkward silence. Im pissed. Flyzik’s pissed. Rian’s annoyed at Flyzik and me. Zack’s confused about everything. Poor Zack.

I know I need to stop being a child about the situation and get over Flyzik calling me a bully but I can’t. It really bothers me. Not because I know it’s true but because I’ve tried my entire life to not be that person. I may be violent and angry but I’m not beating up innocent kids. Im beating up the people that bother me. Im beating up the people who deserve to have their asses kicked.

Im not a bully and I wont accept Flyzik’s apology until he understands that just as much as I do.

Notes

He's suspended. Again.
How do you guys feel about this pissed off little man?
Well, I say little.
More like, really tall, little man.
Yeah.
That's a better description.

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