Jack

My stupid fucking alarm woke me up, getting me started for an awful fucking day. I had only gotten like maybe an hour of sleep; two at most.
It was hard to sleep when your mom and lousy stepfather are having screaming matches all through the night.
Before, they were fine; but recently, he’s become an even bigger shithole than before.
He’ll come home at night either drunk, smelling like perfume, irritated for no goddamn reason, or all of the above.
I’ve never liked the guy, but especially not now. I don’t know why she just won’t leave his sorry ass.
Anyway, other than that, I guess I can’t complain.
Sure I’ve got daddy issues, and no real friend that’s good for anything but a cigarette, but hey- others have it worse.
I’m not the type to cry or ask for pity. I’m not weak and I can make it in this world on my own. I don’t need anybody’s help.
Plus, at least I’m smart. My grades are perfectly fine. Maybe not straight A’s, but I always end up with one of those honor roll bumper stickers I always throw away in the garbage.

I took a deep breath, and got up to get ready. I showered, brushed my teeth, and started getting dressed in similar attire to what I usually wore: A Blink shirt, black jeans, my combat boots, and my leather jacket.
After that, I started fixing my hair. I was thinking about putting some blonde in it, but I didn’t know how I was gonna do it yet.
When I was done, I went downstairs and picked up a Kickstart from the fridge, downing it all in one go.
That’ll hold me till lunch..
No one was home, so there wasn’t anyone I needed to say my goodbyes to. I walked out, put on my sunglasses, hopped on my motorcycle, and drove off to prison (school).

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Once I arrived, I parked and got off, taking my sunglasses off in the process.
I looked up and caught the eye of some dude who was about to walk in. Once he saw me look at him, he quickly turned around and rushed through the doors.
I sure hope he wasn’t staring at me. Weirdo.
I got off the bike, and started heading towards the side of the building; walking a bit slowly, and sending intimidating glances to anyone that looked my way.
I went over to the outdoor courtyard, walking till I was moving along a path in the woods where no one else went, except for me and my friends.
I saw them standing against the tree, giving me a head nod in greeting.
“Hey Jack!” Josh smiled at me, and I gave him a small smile back.
“How’s it going dude?” Jesse gave me a little bro shake after blowing the cigarette smoke from his mouth.
I shrugged in response.
“Okay I guess.”
“Aww.. Wanna talk about it?” He joked.
“Not really, but pass me a cig and I’ll tell it allll my secrets.” I smirked, causing them to laugh as Jesse handed me one from his pocket.
I kindly thanked him and accepted it, placing the deathstick between my lips and lighting it with my galaxy lighter.
I took a long drag, and we all stood in silence, thinking about how we were gonna survive this one.
Man, it was gonna be a long day.

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History was the most boring subject in history, no pun intended.
Aside from my sleep deprivation, it was so damn boring, I could hardly keep my eyes open the whole class period.
When the bell rang, I shot up out of my seat, eager to leave, when my name was called by the teacher.
Stupid Mr. Smith was calling me over to his desk when all I wanted was to move on to second period and get through the day.
He’s probably gonna scold me for sleeping. Fuck him.
I got to his desk, and he looked up at me, with his hands folded over the surface.
“Now Jack, you know that usually you do very well in my class. But I’m sure you know that your grades are slipping..”
Wait what?! That’s something I didn’t know at all!
My grades are usually always good so I never really check them often.
“Wait.. What do you mean by slipping?” I asked him, furrowing my brows in concern.
“You had an A, but now your class average has slipped to a D, Mr. Barakat.”
A D?! He must be fucking kidding me.
“Are you serious? And you didn’t bother to like.. Tell me or anything?!”
He sighed in frustration.
“It isn’t my job to look after your grades, Mr. Barakat. You’ve missed a lot of work lately, and you know you didn’t do so well on the last two tests. You could’ve came in for corrections-“
“I’m not doing any fucking test corrections!” I cut him off.
“Language, Jack. Anyways, I don’t wanna see you fail this class. So lucky for you, I assigned the student with the highest average in the class to tutor you.” He stood up and began to look around.
“Wait.. Tutor me?! I don’t need a damn tutor!”
This was bullshit.
“I think it’ll help you Jack. Whatever you’re doing right now isn’t working. So maybe this will. Alex! Could you come over here for a minute?”
I looked in the direction he was looking at, seeing a guy nervously turn around and look back at us.
It was that same dude who was staring at me earlier. Great.
He timidly walked over, and I suddenly realized that I had never really noticed him before. I honestly had no idea he was even in this class.
“Y-yes M-Mr. Smith?” He stuttered.
Now I knew why I never noticed him. He’s a fucking mouse. And he’s so nervous for no goddamn reason.
What a pussy.
“Jack, this is Alex. He will be your history tutor.”
As soon as the words left the teacher’s mouth, Alex looked flabbergasted.
“M-may I ask w-why I have to do it?”
I rolled my eyes and decided to save Mr. Smith the trouble.
“Because you’re the student with the highest average!” I said in a mocking tone, scoffing at him and seeing him physically shrink a bit with fear.
“O-oh..” He turned red with embarrassment and looked like he just wanted to run away.
Mr. Smith sighed and spoke to him.
“You don’t have to do it Mr. Gaskarth.. I just thought that you’d be the most help. But I could always ask another student if you aren’t comfortable..”
We both looked at Alex, waiting for his decision.
He seemed to be thinking long and hard in his head, and I honestly just wished I could punch him in the face.
“Umm.. I-I.. Y-yes. I’ll do it.” He decided, looking from me to the teacher nervously.
“Thank you, Alex. You two can just go decide when you’re going to meet up and all that.” Mr. Smith sat down, dismissing us.
“Um.. C-could I maybe have a um.. Late pass?” Alex could barely ask the teacher.
He was so annoying.. Why couldn’t he just get on with it?
Mr. Smith wrote us both passes, but I threw mine away on the way out. I didn’t give two shits about being late.
“Um.. W-why did you throw your pass away?” Alex spoke in a soft voice, looking at me confused as we walked out.
“Why don’t you mind your own business?” I snapped back at him.
He quickly shut his mouth and looked down for a moment, before speaking again.
“Um.. S-so.. We have to meet-“
I stopped walking and cut him off.
“Listen, I’m not about to stroll through the halls and discuss this with you. Just… Just put your number in and we’ll talk.” I handed him my phone, secretly hoping he wasn’t some weird, annoying stalker who would spam my phone 24/7.
He gasped and turned bright red, staring up at me in shock.
“Y-your phone? You want me to-“
“Yes! Just put your fucking number in!”
What was up with this kid??
He quickly flushed with embarrassment and typed in his contact before handing it to me.
“Finally!” I rolled my eyes and put my phone away, then took a turn that wasn’t even anywhere near my second period.
I just had to ditch that loser.
He was getting on my nerves.

Notes

Hey guys!
This is my very first co-written story, and it's pretty cool.
Jagk is a better writer than I am, as you can see c;

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Title cred: Let It Land- Tonight Alive