Fanboy

It's been three days since Georgia sent me that bullshit message about how she apparently gave Jack Barakat a link to my Wattpad account. I know that she only said it because she knows how much of a bitch she is for meeting them before me. But I'm smarter than she thinks, I can see through her blatant lies. How pathetic of her.
I stopped thinking about it and continued with what I was doing. I was sat in the excluded part of the cafeteria, a part where only sixth form students can go. It sounds cooler than it actually is, because it's kind of dumb and pointless. I like that we aren't jumbled up with the younger years, but they could at least keep the place looking decent. At the moment it looks like a low kept homeless shelter.

The whole 'Nothing Personal' album was blasted in my ear as I worked on my late theatre studies homework. All I had to do was write up about this weird play we went to go see a couple of weeks ago.
To my surprise, the comforting sounds of Matt Flyzik's voice was ripped from my ears. I turned to the culprit, prepared to give them some verbal abuse, but then I saw that it was Emma, who had a smug grin plastered on her petite face.

"Hey, slut." She said, pulling out a chair from under the table and sitting next to me. I mumbled a 'hey' back. Even though she was my best friend, I was really enjoying my alone time.

"Whatcha doin'?" She asked looking at my large amount of writing.

"My theatre studies homework." I said.

"Are you doing the whole classes?" She joked.

"No, but I might as well be." I sighed sadly. "I have to write a synopsis about this play we went to go see." I explained.

"Sucks to be you." She said, kicking her feet up on the chair opposite her. She rambled on about the new boy, Luke, in the year below. I wasn't paying any real attention to her. I needed this work to be done.

"Alex!" Emma whisper yelled whilst slapping my arm lightly.

"What?" I said angrily, rubbing my arm where she slapped it.

"Your bestie is here." She said. I looked around a saw that bitch strut in. Ryn. I watched as she looked around like a pathetic lost puppy. Actually not a puppy, because puppies are cute. So more like an old, flea-bitten mutt.

Her head suddenly snapped in my direction. She saw me and smiled before walking over to us.
"Ah shit." I said quietly.

"Play nice." Emma whispered to me. I looked back at Ryn, who was just reaching our table, and I smiled widely at her.

"Hey guys." She said cheerfully.

"Hey, Ryn. Nice to see you." I said in a fake 'I'm happy to see you' voice.

"Alex, did you hear that All Time Low are doing another UK tour?" She asked excitedly.

"Obviously.." I said, my tone changing.

"I'm so excited!" She squealed like a choked rat. "My dad has already bought me my tickets." She said. I frowned as a wave of jealously took over me. She already got tickets... "Are you going?" She asked.

"Yeah, totally." I said, more lied because I don't know if I'm allowed yet or not, but she didn't need to know that.

"Oh cool." She said. "Well, I better get going." She said, flicking her wavy, greasy brown hair behind her shoulder.

"Okay, it was nice seeing you." I said with tightly gritted teeth.

"Catch you later." Emma said.

I smiled and waved whilst she walked away. Once she was far enough, I flipped her off. When she was out of sight, I lost my shit.

"I want her to spontaneously catch fire and then break every fucking worthless bone in her body." I spat harshly and rested my head on the table.

"Morbid much?" Emma laughed. I groaned loudly.

"I want her to die!" I mumbled loudly into the table, dragging out the word 'die'.

"You're a psychopath." Emma said. "Like, that's really dark." She explained further.

"I don't care!" I said loudly, whipping my head up from the table. I knew people were probably looking at me for being so loud but I don't give two shits because I need to express my emotions.

"Did you know that I asked her what her favourite All Time Low song was? Guess what she said.. She said 'A Love Like War'. That is literally such a mainstream song. And I said that mine was 'Sugar, We're Going Down', which is actually a Fall Out Boy song. I said it to see how dumb she is. You won't believe what she replied with. She said that she loves that song too and that Matt sounds great on that song. Can you actually believe that? She's so fucking stupid. She's the worlds biggest fake fan and all wa-"

"Please shut up." Emma groaned, "You're giving me a migraine." She said whilst rubbing her temples.

I was about to continue with my rant, however that's when I heard our schools overly- obnoxious bell.

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Me and Emma walked to media studies, which was one of the only lessons that we actually shared. We used to share all our lessons in our past school years, that's probably why all our teachers hate us. We were inseparable, and this meant that we loved to torture our teachers. One time we actually made our year nine French teacher cry because we were being 'too disruptive for her to handle'. It's not like that anymore though. School has gotten a lot more serious and me and Emma aren't in each other's lessons anymore. But that doesn't stop us from being best friends. I'll love her no matter what.

We were nearly to our class but that's when someone decided to be a massive douchebag.

"Hey, Buck-toothed lesbian!" Someone shouted, obviously to Emma. I turned around on my heel to see the inconsiderate twat, not too surprised when I saw that it was Josh Ramsay. Josh Ramsay. The boy who thinks that he runs the school, and also the gayest straight boy ever.

"What the fuck do you want, Ramsay?" I spat at him.

"I'm just trying to talk to Emma 'I love vagina' Blackery." He replied, smirking like an idiot.

"Yeah, well, she doesn't want to talk to your small dicked self. So fuck off." I said back. I heard 'ooh's from around us. I didn't even notice that a few of the younger years had started to gather. Have they literally got nothing better to do?

"Do you wanna say that again, gay boy?" Ramsay said.

"Alex, c'mon lets just go..." Emma whispered besides me, pulling at my blazer. I shrugged her off and focused back on the prick.

"I said she doesn't want to talk to your small dicked self. Are you fucking deaf as well as retarded?" I snapped.

"At least I don't get fucked in the ass for a living." Ramsay said.

"At least I don't pick on innocent girls for a living." I said back.

"Y'know what, Gaskarth? Stop trying to be the tough guy here, because you're just a whiny, gay, girly boy. It's not my fault that your friend is a ugly ass lesbian." He replied and that's when I lost it.

"I may be a whiny, gay, girly boy, but that doesn't mean I can't fucking knock you out." I said, rolling up my blazer sleeves, and punching Josh straight in the jaw. More 'ooh's were heard, and I'm sure that teachers were going to get called over soon. However I didn't care, I wanted to teach Josh's punk ass a lesson.

This lead to me and Josh throwing punches left, right and centre. And consequently that lead to us getting torn apart by teachers, then me getting excluded for a week. Of course the school called my parents to tell them what an absolute disgrace I am. I pondered about what was going to happen to Josh. He better be getting the same treatment.

Several hours later my parents turned up. The head gave my parents an explanation of what went on and what was going to happen. And basically how I'm a massive disappointment.

The ride home was silent, but once we all got inside, my dad decided to open his big mouth.

"I cannot believe you, Alexander!" He shouted loudly, loud enough to make the house shake. "You're in sixth form for fucks sake! You should stop acting like a fucking child! You're practically an adult in December, and when you're an adult, Alex, you cannot pick fights whenever you want. So grow up!" He yelled.

"It's not my fault!" I whined. "He was making fun of Emma!" I explained.

"And Emma can't fight her own battles?" He asked. "You can't keep doing this shit, Alex. How are you ever going to learn that this type of childish behaviour is unacceptable." He said. He looked at me and then his eyes traveled to my mum.

"I know how you'll learn." He muttered and reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone. I stared at him oddly. What was he doing?...

"Oh, Peter, don't.." My mum said quietly whilst looking at my dads phone.

"What?..." I asked, very scared at this point.

"See this, boy." He said before showing me his phone. On his screen was a website in which he had ordered All Time Low tickets. I felt my heart race. He got me tickets? I was overwhelmed with joy at this moment but oh my God.. what's going to happen now? He brought his phone back and did something that was so unbelievably cruel in every way. I watched as my father cancelled his order for my All Time Low tickets..

"I bought those for you yesterday." He said. "It looks like you won't be going now." He said, locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket.

I felt my heart break into two. My face dropped and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. How could he do that to me?...

"Have you leant your lesson?" My dad asked. I hung my head low and bit my trembling lip as I nodded hastily.
I choked on my tears, pushing past my dad and running upstairs as waterfalls of tears erupted from my eyes,

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