Hate Me
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
13,669
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
First Words
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.Hate Me
by: The Inflated Taco
o1: First Words
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-M E E T O Z Z Y-
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He squinted his eyes, glaring at the invasive alarm clock blinking: 7:26. Oz pushed himself out of bed, stumbling over to where a pile of clothes sat in a heap by a cluttered desk. He fished through the pile grabbing a pair of brown cargo shorts and a frayed black long-sleeved shirt.
He turned back to the desk, noticing some lady caine scattered on the desk top. He lazily drew it up into a line using the closest thing, a CD and instantly snorted it. Nothing like a bit of caine to wake up the brain. Little cold shivers slid through his veins as euphoria and self-content uncurled within him. Oz shook his heard roughly, and started to kick around the pile of clothes looking for his shoes. He stepped into his olive Chucks, grabbed his backpack and went out his bedroom window.
Off to another day of education at Kingsville High.
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-M E E T M O N I K A-
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I didn’t need for the alarm to wake me that morning.
Today would be my first day back at Kingsville High.
A.K.A: Hell.
At least I’d only have to go to that insane asylum for 9 weeks- then summer!
I’d been at this high school my freshman year, but it was hell. It was depressing. I didn’t like it here. The people reminded me of strung out losers, mechanical preps, and gangster wannabes. So to get out of there I transferred to one of those magnet schools focusing on medicine. Honestly, I’d loved it there! But my grades where complete and utter shit since the work was, well… insanely hard, so I came back to my home high school.
I stood in front of the restroom mirror, checking my reflection. I really should just consider using that treadmill my mother gave me for my birthday (yeah, I know…what a gift). I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t stick thin like the rest of my family. Lets just say those extra 15 pounds won’t walk themselves off.
I really should have considered dressing to impress today. I was wearing a black Cowboy Bebop tee, pair of ratty jeans, and lime green flip-flops adorned my feet. Damn… I was dressed to kill wasn’t I? My hair (yes, I color it) was loose, straight, and only went down to my shoulders. I just had to go through that whole goth/punk phase and chop all my hair off in 8th grade…
I quickly wiped off any excess makeup with a brush, grabbed my patched up book bag and went to the kitchen to grab a now cold pop-tart (hopefully strawberry).
Then it was off to my lovely high school.
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-L U N C H-
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“Why’d you come back anyways? I thought you hated us.”
I looked up at my friend, Jelly (short for Janellie), through eyes partly closed in mock anger. What a way to welcome back a friend.
“I didn’t leave because I hated ya’ll! Geez!” I leaned my back up against the brick building, taking a big bite out of my ham sandwich, “And F.Y.I. I came back because my grades were complete and utter shit. Honestly, where do you get off thinking I hated ya’ll?!”
So far my first day back had gone by okay, not great, just okay. What I really mean to say is that I survived my morning classes. I did feel like a total loser in them though. I mean when you go to a school with a student body count of practically 3,000, its pretty lame when you only talk to 3...
Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends to death! I just hate being alone in my classes. Making friends has always been trouble for me, especially at this school.
Jelly grinned at me, “It’s not so bad here.” She walked over to where Jeremy sat and took the lit cigarette from between his lips, “I mean cheer up- you’ve got us.”
She was right.
My friends were the only things that made life worth living… even though they were a bit out there (just a little). We’ve been together since 6th grade! I mean by now Jelly, Jeremy, Xing and I are way closer than family.
“Yeah! And if we’re not enough to cheer you up…” Xing sang as he jumped off the side handrail, “I could always give you a lap dance!”
And with that I had my friend’s crotch in my face.
Xing has to be the most animated, awesome person I’ve ever known! He was the most insanely fashionable, hyper, gay Korean guy I’ve ever known. Well, to be truthful, he’s the only fashionable, hyper, gay Korean guy I’ve ever known. But whatever, he has trendy hair.
Damn I’ve missed these guys.
After nearly choking to death on my sandwich I looked up (I was the only one sitting on the ground) at my friends and asked, “So… anyone got Geometry after this?”
Xing moved off me, leaping up to sit on the railing, “Nay! Jelly and me’s got home ec. next!” he then leaned his head on her shoulder, “We’re partners. Today we’re gonna’ make pillows! I’m so exited…I’m stuffing.”
With a twitch of her finely tweezed eyebrow and slight scowl playing at her cherry red lips, Jelly pushed Xing away, “Jere’s got geo. next I think…” She took a long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke at Xing in hopes of getting him out of her intimate space, “What teacher do you have again, Jere?”
He didn’t answer.
He sat on the railing with his back facing us. He hadn’t said a single word to me since lunch started. Well… he said “hey” but that doesn’t really count. For being neighbors we don’t really talk to each other anymore, but still, just his presence is comforting enough.
In the 7 months I hadn’t seen him…he’d changed.
And I don’t just mean his looks.
Xing leaned back, flapping his hands foolishly in front of Jeremy’s face, “Earth to Jeremy!”
“Huh?” he blinked, coming out of his trance and twisted back to look at us, “What’s up?”
“Who’s that bitch that made you take that drug test last month?” Jelly asked, passing Jeremy the remainder of the cig, “Ya’ know! You’re math teacher!?”
He brought the death stick up to his lips and pushed his disheveled golden-brown hair out of his eyes, making his eyebrow ring more noticeable. I bet he thought he looked like such a bad-ass. He kinda’ did, but that’s beside the point. “Mrs. Maples. Why?”
“Monie might have the same class as you.” Xing answered.
Jeremy mumbled a simple “Oh” after looking me up and down through deriding eyes. I wonder if he was mad at me…
“Yeah, I have Maples next!” I said in a voice that came out a little too perky, “That’s cool! I won’t be all loner next block!”
He didn’t say anything but nodded his head in acknowledgement. Okay, maybe what I said came out wrong and sounded uber dorky, but still… he didn’t have to be all emo about it.
“Fuck Jere!” Jelly said through gritted teeth, “You don’t have to be such an ass to her!”
She nudged him hard in the side which caused him to loose balance, and he fell backwards, landing with a comic “Oof!” He didn’t move. To be correct, he didn’t really move, just his hand did. It searched blindly on the grass for his cancer stick, “I’m not being an ass! I’m just really tired.”
“Good! Then take a nap you prick!” Jelly hissed. I’ve always wished I could be a little bit more like her. She was tough. She was witty. She was sexy in a scary way. She was everything I wasn’t.
She’s always been the one to stick up for me when I couldn’t.
In fact, that’s how we became friends. Back in elementary some mean kids had been making fun of me because I was extremely shy and because of that shyness didn’t have any friends. To put it lightly, people thought I was weird.
Guess my self-esteem hasn’t improved any in the past 4 years.
Anyways, point is- Gelly threw sand in those stupid kid’s faces and said something along the lines of, “Leave her alone! She didn’t do jack to you little crackers! Now go away before I get so mad I leave dead toads in your art boxes!”
And ever sense I’ve stuck close by her. Well, except for when I transferred schools, but you get the idea.
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-G E O M E T R Y-
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When the bell rang Jeremy and I walked off to math in complete silence. We were one of the first people in the class, partly because we had lunch in the back of the building.
He took a seat in the back corner of the class and motioned with a jerk of his head for me to come too, “Sit here.” he ordered tapping the empty desk in front of him.
“Are you sure no one sits here?” I asked meekly as I fiddled with the straps on my bag. Damnit! He makes me so nervous! “I mean I really don’t wanna’…”
He exhaled deeply and with his feet gave the school desk a shove, “Sit.”
“Okay” I yelped, tossing my bag on the floor and planting my bottom on the cold plastic seat.
There was an awkward silence.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath as I made an attempt gather up the courage to ask what the hell was up with him. I turned sideways so that when I turned my head I could see him, “Uhm…can I ask you something?”
A light smile played at his lips, “Shoot”
“Are you mad at me?” I mumbled. I brought my hands up to my lap and started toying with the fabric around the hole on my jeans, “If it’s because I changed schools I’m sorry, it wasn’t because of ya’ll…”
Jeremy coughed, interrupting me. He sniffled and wiggled his eyebrows, making the ring do a little jig, “Monie, I’m not mad at you or anything you’re one of my best friends” he ran his had through his shaggy hair in a lazy way and laughed, “You transferring was pretty fucked up but…”
Then a scratchy voice interrupted him, “Hey mama cíta, you’re in my seat”
I looked up and saw one of the most daunting human beings on the entire planet. I bit my lip and swallowed a squeal. There was a guy who looked scary, and old enough to be in college by now looking down at me with cold blue impassive eyes.
“I-I’m super sorry!” I hope my voice didn’t squeak “I didn’t know anyone was sitting here!” I was getting ready to shoot out of my seat. A pair of hands grabbed my shoulder from behind and roughly pushed me back down.
“Oz” Jeremy sighed, “Come on, dude, there’s a seat over there” he then pointed offhandedly beside me to the left, “Just sit there”
“Whatever” Oz muttered as he jumped the seat next to me, and slumped into it.
“You know Jere?” the guy said, turning slightly towards me. He rolled a rubber band off his wrist and tied up his hair. He had cool hair, I could give him that much. It was longer than mine, almost reaching his elbows. Two giant chunks of the right side of his hair where green and blue, the rest of his hair was just jet black. In an eccentric way, it complimented his milky skin and colored eyes.
I heard Jeremy let out a big sigh and felt him lean back in his seat as he pushed his legs against the book basket on the bottom of my desk.
“Uhm…yeah I know him si…” I began, only to end up being cut off…again. Damn, this guy was a total ass.
“So what’s your name?” he asked, placing his chin on his palm. It was then I noticed he had a ring going through his plump lower lip. And just like Jeremy, his left eyebrow was pierced too; only Ozzy had a bar instead of a heavy ring. Now that he had his hair up I could clearly see all the piercings he had in his ears too. Damn this guy’s head was like a pincushion. He was looking at me through the corner of his eyes, lips drawn back in a sneer, “I bet you have some wetback name like Juanita or something”
“No…” I said nervously as I chewed on my lower lip.
“Shut the fuck up, Oz!” Jeremy spat, “You don’t have to answer him”
“I…”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me talking all this term” Oz snickered without even turning to acknowledge Jeremy. He tilted his head to the side appearing much like some kind of mean meat-eating reptile, and drew his lips into a wry smirk, “What’s so different now? You ashamed of knowing someone like me or something? Wanna’ show off for you’re little girlfriend, Jere? Is that it?”
“NO!” he snapped back. I could practically feel the testosterone brewing thickly in the air between them, “I just don’t think you have to act like some kind of jaded fuck. She’s new too…just lay off her.”
I love my friends! They take better care of me than I do for myself.
“By the way, my name’s Monika. With a K not a C” I giggled nervously, hoping to break the tension. There I told the little delinquent my name; now I could only pray he’d just shut the fuck up. Quite frankly, Oz scared the bejizzus’ outta’ me… even when I did have Jeremy only a few feet behind me.
The bell rang, signifying that everyone should already be seated and ready for class. The classroom was full, only the instructor was nowhere to be seen.
“So when does the teacher usually show up?” I asked, turning back around to look at Jeremy.
“She probably won’t be here for another 15 minutes” Oz rudely answered without even looking up. He brought his bag up to his desk and shuffled through it, “Stupid cow takes forever during her lunch break. Its no wonder her ass is so huge.”
From his backpack, he brought out a folded piece of notebook paper. It crinkled as he opened it. My eyes were wide in shock when I saw what was in there. He leaned forward up to the paper and greedily inhaled half of what was on there. I’d never, ever seen anyone do that before! I’d never seen anyone do drugs or anything that illegal. Sure, I’d always know Jelly and Jeremy smoked a little dope every now and again but that was it. Nothing as hardcore as cocaine. I’d only seen it in movies and stuff.
Oz rolled his eyes around, trying to regain focus- then to my horror turned around and pinched the paper up and offered it to me, “Want some, Monika? I could always spare a little coke for a hot mama citá like you” I could practically hear the sardonic smirk in his voice.
Before I could stutter in refusal, Jeremy leaned forward, snatching the paper, “I’ll have it”
Since when did Jeremy start using cocaine? Sure, in the past few months he’d lost a lot of weight and there were light purple rings around his eyes…but cocaine? Wow… I guess things have changed.
I knew something was up with him.
I was brought out of my pitiful trance when I heard Jeremy unfold the paper and snort whatever was leftover.
“That wasn’t for you” Oz yawned. When he had yawned I noticed a flash of silver in his mouth. Add another piercing to the list. There was a light thump as Jeremy’s head hit the back of the wall.
Oh my gawd! I hope he didn’t pass out or something! I whipped my head around and saw him give me a playful smile indicating he was okay.
“If you ever wanna’ score some pot or anything, then I’m your guy” Oz said, turning to smirk at me.
My jaw hit the floor. I wanted a new seat.
“She doesn’t do that shit. She’s not some skeevy stoner like you” Jeremy hastily snapped. Thank you Jere’.
I nodded in agreement.
“Aww… that’s just too bad” Oz coughed. He poked at his chin making him look like he was checking inventory in his head. In a strange rather comical way he added, “I sell birth control too, but you’d have to check on Jack for that. But I could still hook you up if you need some…”
Whack!
From behind me, Jeremy crumpled up the paper previously containing the coke and flung it at Ozzy’s head, “Shut the fuck up, man!”
…now I think you see why I transferred schools in the first place.
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.Hate Me
by: The Inflated Taco
o1: First Words
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-M E E T O Z Z Y-
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He squinted his eyes, glaring at the invasive alarm clock blinking: 7:26. Oz pushed himself out of bed, stumbling over to where a pile of clothes sat in a heap by a cluttered desk. He fished through the pile grabbing a pair of brown cargo shorts and a frayed black long-sleeved shirt.
He turned back to the desk, noticing some lady caine scattered on the desk top. He lazily drew it up into a line using the closest thing, a CD and instantly snorted it. Nothing like a bit of caine to wake up the brain. Little cold shivers slid through his veins as euphoria and self-content uncurled within him. Oz shook his heard roughly, and started to kick around the pile of clothes looking for his shoes. He stepped into his olive Chucks, grabbed his backpack and went out his bedroom window.
Off to another day of education at Kingsville High.
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-M E E T M O N I K A-
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I didn’t need for the alarm to wake me that morning.
Today would be my first day back at Kingsville High.
A.K.A: Hell.
At least I’d only have to go to that insane asylum for 9 weeks- then summer!
I’d been at this high school my freshman year, but it was hell. It was depressing. I didn’t like it here. The people reminded me of strung out losers, mechanical preps, and gangster wannabes. So to get out of there I transferred to one of those magnet schools focusing on medicine. Honestly, I’d loved it there! But my grades where complete and utter shit since the work was, well… insanely hard, so I came back to my home high school.
I stood in front of the restroom mirror, checking my reflection. I really should just consider using that treadmill my mother gave me for my birthday (yeah, I know…what a gift). I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t stick thin like the rest of my family. Lets just say those extra 15 pounds won’t walk themselves off.
I really should have considered dressing to impress today. I was wearing a black Cowboy Bebop tee, pair of ratty jeans, and lime green flip-flops adorned my feet. Damn… I was dressed to kill wasn’t I? My hair (yes, I color it) was loose, straight, and only went down to my shoulders. I just had to go through that whole goth/punk phase and chop all my hair off in 8th grade…
I quickly wiped off any excess makeup with a brush, grabbed my patched up book bag and went to the kitchen to grab a now cold pop-tart (hopefully strawberry).
Then it was off to my lovely high school.
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-L U N C H-
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“Why’d you come back anyways? I thought you hated us.”
I looked up at my friend, Jelly (short for Janellie), through eyes partly closed in mock anger. What a way to welcome back a friend.
“I didn’t leave because I hated ya’ll! Geez!” I leaned my back up against the brick building, taking a big bite out of my ham sandwich, “And F.Y.I. I came back because my grades were complete and utter shit. Honestly, where do you get off thinking I hated ya’ll?!”
So far my first day back had gone by okay, not great, just okay. What I really mean to say is that I survived my morning classes. I did feel like a total loser in them though. I mean when you go to a school with a student body count of practically 3,000, its pretty lame when you only talk to 3...
Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends to death! I just hate being alone in my classes. Making friends has always been trouble for me, especially at this school.
Jelly grinned at me, “It’s not so bad here.” She walked over to where Jeremy sat and took the lit cigarette from between his lips, “I mean cheer up- you’ve got us.”
She was right.
My friends were the only things that made life worth living… even though they were a bit out there (just a little). We’ve been together since 6th grade! I mean by now Jelly, Jeremy, Xing and I are way closer than family.
“Yeah! And if we’re not enough to cheer you up…” Xing sang as he jumped off the side handrail, “I could always give you a lap dance!”
And with that I had my friend’s crotch in my face.
Xing has to be the most animated, awesome person I’ve ever known! He was the most insanely fashionable, hyper, gay Korean guy I’ve ever known. Well, to be truthful, he’s the only fashionable, hyper, gay Korean guy I’ve ever known. But whatever, he has trendy hair.
Damn I’ve missed these guys.
After nearly choking to death on my sandwich I looked up (I was the only one sitting on the ground) at my friends and asked, “So… anyone got Geometry after this?”
Xing moved off me, leaping up to sit on the railing, “Nay! Jelly and me’s got home ec. next!” he then leaned his head on her shoulder, “We’re partners. Today we’re gonna’ make pillows! I’m so exited…I’m stuffing.”
With a twitch of her finely tweezed eyebrow and slight scowl playing at her cherry red lips, Jelly pushed Xing away, “Jere’s got geo. next I think…” She took a long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke at Xing in hopes of getting him out of her intimate space, “What teacher do you have again, Jere?”
He didn’t answer.
He sat on the railing with his back facing us. He hadn’t said a single word to me since lunch started. Well… he said “hey” but that doesn’t really count. For being neighbors we don’t really talk to each other anymore, but still, just his presence is comforting enough.
In the 7 months I hadn’t seen him…he’d changed.
And I don’t just mean his looks.
Xing leaned back, flapping his hands foolishly in front of Jeremy’s face, “Earth to Jeremy!”
“Huh?” he blinked, coming out of his trance and twisted back to look at us, “What’s up?”
“Who’s that bitch that made you take that drug test last month?” Jelly asked, passing Jeremy the remainder of the cig, “Ya’ know! You’re math teacher!?”
He brought the death stick up to his lips and pushed his disheveled golden-brown hair out of his eyes, making his eyebrow ring more noticeable. I bet he thought he looked like such a bad-ass. He kinda’ did, but that’s beside the point. “Mrs. Maples. Why?”
“Monie might have the same class as you.” Xing answered.
Jeremy mumbled a simple “Oh” after looking me up and down through deriding eyes. I wonder if he was mad at me…
“Yeah, I have Maples next!” I said in a voice that came out a little too perky, “That’s cool! I won’t be all loner next block!”
He didn’t say anything but nodded his head in acknowledgement. Okay, maybe what I said came out wrong and sounded uber dorky, but still… he didn’t have to be all emo about it.
“Fuck Jere!” Jelly said through gritted teeth, “You don’t have to be such an ass to her!”
She nudged him hard in the side which caused him to loose balance, and he fell backwards, landing with a comic “Oof!” He didn’t move. To be correct, he didn’t really move, just his hand did. It searched blindly on the grass for his cancer stick, “I’m not being an ass! I’m just really tired.”
“Good! Then take a nap you prick!” Jelly hissed. I’ve always wished I could be a little bit more like her. She was tough. She was witty. She was sexy in a scary way. She was everything I wasn’t.
She’s always been the one to stick up for me when I couldn’t.
In fact, that’s how we became friends. Back in elementary some mean kids had been making fun of me because I was extremely shy and because of that shyness didn’t have any friends. To put it lightly, people thought I was weird.
Guess my self-esteem hasn’t improved any in the past 4 years.
Anyways, point is- Gelly threw sand in those stupid kid’s faces and said something along the lines of, “Leave her alone! She didn’t do jack to you little crackers! Now go away before I get so mad I leave dead toads in your art boxes!”
And ever sense I’ve stuck close by her. Well, except for when I transferred schools, but you get the idea.
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-G E O M E T R Y-
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When the bell rang Jeremy and I walked off to math in complete silence. We were one of the first people in the class, partly because we had lunch in the back of the building.
He took a seat in the back corner of the class and motioned with a jerk of his head for me to come too, “Sit here.” he ordered tapping the empty desk in front of him.
“Are you sure no one sits here?” I asked meekly as I fiddled with the straps on my bag. Damnit! He makes me so nervous! “I mean I really don’t wanna’…”
He exhaled deeply and with his feet gave the school desk a shove, “Sit.”
“Okay” I yelped, tossing my bag on the floor and planting my bottom on the cold plastic seat.
There was an awkward silence.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath as I made an attempt gather up the courage to ask what the hell was up with him. I turned sideways so that when I turned my head I could see him, “Uhm…can I ask you something?”
A light smile played at his lips, “Shoot”
“Are you mad at me?” I mumbled. I brought my hands up to my lap and started toying with the fabric around the hole on my jeans, “If it’s because I changed schools I’m sorry, it wasn’t because of ya’ll…”
Jeremy coughed, interrupting me. He sniffled and wiggled his eyebrows, making the ring do a little jig, “Monie, I’m not mad at you or anything you’re one of my best friends” he ran his had through his shaggy hair in a lazy way and laughed, “You transferring was pretty fucked up but…”
Then a scratchy voice interrupted him, “Hey mama cíta, you’re in my seat”
I looked up and saw one of the most daunting human beings on the entire planet. I bit my lip and swallowed a squeal. There was a guy who looked scary, and old enough to be in college by now looking down at me with cold blue impassive eyes.
“I-I’m super sorry!” I hope my voice didn’t squeak “I didn’t know anyone was sitting here!” I was getting ready to shoot out of my seat. A pair of hands grabbed my shoulder from behind and roughly pushed me back down.
“Oz” Jeremy sighed, “Come on, dude, there’s a seat over there” he then pointed offhandedly beside me to the left, “Just sit there”
“Whatever” Oz muttered as he jumped the seat next to me, and slumped into it.
“You know Jere?” the guy said, turning slightly towards me. He rolled a rubber band off his wrist and tied up his hair. He had cool hair, I could give him that much. It was longer than mine, almost reaching his elbows. Two giant chunks of the right side of his hair where green and blue, the rest of his hair was just jet black. In an eccentric way, it complimented his milky skin and colored eyes.
I heard Jeremy let out a big sigh and felt him lean back in his seat as he pushed his legs against the book basket on the bottom of my desk.
“Uhm…yeah I know him si…” I began, only to end up being cut off…again. Damn, this guy was a total ass.
“So what’s your name?” he asked, placing his chin on his palm. It was then I noticed he had a ring going through his plump lower lip. And just like Jeremy, his left eyebrow was pierced too; only Ozzy had a bar instead of a heavy ring. Now that he had his hair up I could clearly see all the piercings he had in his ears too. Damn this guy’s head was like a pincushion. He was looking at me through the corner of his eyes, lips drawn back in a sneer, “I bet you have some wetback name like Juanita or something”
“No…” I said nervously as I chewed on my lower lip.
“Shut the fuck up, Oz!” Jeremy spat, “You don’t have to answer him”
“I…”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me talking all this term” Oz snickered without even turning to acknowledge Jeremy. He tilted his head to the side appearing much like some kind of mean meat-eating reptile, and drew his lips into a wry smirk, “What’s so different now? You ashamed of knowing someone like me or something? Wanna’ show off for you’re little girlfriend, Jere? Is that it?”
“NO!” he snapped back. I could practically feel the testosterone brewing thickly in the air between them, “I just don’t think you have to act like some kind of jaded fuck. She’s new too…just lay off her.”
I love my friends! They take better care of me than I do for myself.
“By the way, my name’s Monika. With a K not a C” I giggled nervously, hoping to break the tension. There I told the little delinquent my name; now I could only pray he’d just shut the fuck up. Quite frankly, Oz scared the bejizzus’ outta’ me… even when I did have Jeremy only a few feet behind me.
The bell rang, signifying that everyone should already be seated and ready for class. The classroom was full, only the instructor was nowhere to be seen.
“So when does the teacher usually show up?” I asked, turning back around to look at Jeremy.
“She probably won’t be here for another 15 minutes” Oz rudely answered without even looking up. He brought his bag up to his desk and shuffled through it, “Stupid cow takes forever during her lunch break. Its no wonder her ass is so huge.”
From his backpack, he brought out a folded piece of notebook paper. It crinkled as he opened it. My eyes were wide in shock when I saw what was in there. He leaned forward up to the paper and greedily inhaled half of what was on there. I’d never, ever seen anyone do that before! I’d never seen anyone do drugs or anything that illegal. Sure, I’d always know Jelly and Jeremy smoked a little dope every now and again but that was it. Nothing as hardcore as cocaine. I’d only seen it in movies and stuff.
Oz rolled his eyes around, trying to regain focus- then to my horror turned around and pinched the paper up and offered it to me, “Want some, Monika? I could always spare a little coke for a hot mama citá like you” I could practically hear the sardonic smirk in his voice.
Before I could stutter in refusal, Jeremy leaned forward, snatching the paper, “I’ll have it”
Since when did Jeremy start using cocaine? Sure, in the past few months he’d lost a lot of weight and there were light purple rings around his eyes…but cocaine? Wow… I guess things have changed.
I knew something was up with him.
I was brought out of my pitiful trance when I heard Jeremy unfold the paper and snort whatever was leftover.
“That wasn’t for you” Oz yawned. When he had yawned I noticed a flash of silver in his mouth. Add another piercing to the list. There was a light thump as Jeremy’s head hit the back of the wall.
Oh my gawd! I hope he didn’t pass out or something! I whipped my head around and saw him give me a playful smile indicating he was okay.
“If you ever wanna’ score some pot or anything, then I’m your guy” Oz said, turning to smirk at me.
My jaw hit the floor. I wanted a new seat.
“She doesn’t do that shit. She’s not some skeevy stoner like you” Jeremy hastily snapped. Thank you Jere’.
I nodded in agreement.
“Aww… that’s just too bad” Oz coughed. He poked at his chin making him look like he was checking inventory in his head. In a strange rather comical way he added, “I sell birth control too, but you’d have to check on Jack for that. But I could still hook you up if you need some…”
Whack!
From behind me, Jeremy crumpled up the paper previously containing the coke and flung it at Ozzy’s head, “Shut the fuck up, man!”
…now I think you see why I transferred schools in the first place.
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