Little Ray of Sunshine

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I almost got de-testicized on a date today. Sound it out. You’ll realize the meaning. And the reason as to why I was so, so completely frightened. Men, keep your legs firmly together when commenting a woman on her eating habits. Seriously.







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It took me a few days to recuperate from the savage beating of that barbaric troll, but eventually I was on my feet and breathing well. Only now I have an inhaler. Do you know how fucking irritating those things are? I mean, wake up, take two puffs. If I get short of breath, take two puffs. Before bed, two puffs. I feel fucking sorry for those poor fucks who have to be sucking on this shit 24/7. I’ve never pitied asthmatics before now. I think I’m gonna kiss Gabe’s feet next time I see him.



As well as having a stupid inhaler to get used to, I had to wait for the swelling of my eye and lip to go down, and for my ribs to heal. Nothing was broken but everything was pretty bruised; I’m a rough kid, but I bruise like a banana. Fuck that, right? At least my parents know not to beat me physically. It wouldn’t exactly be hard to catch them at it.



So when I thought I was finally ready to go back to school in all of my glory, it was Friday. Two days later. I was a bit optimistic; I missed my followers and I’m sure they’ve missed their—



…



…



I stopped dead in my tracks, just on the outside of the commons. There was a huge crowd of people around someone I couldn’t see, someone that was buried in the middle of the masses. I could hear someone speaking, the crowd laughing. I frowned slightly.



Usually there was someone to open the door for me in the morning and ask me how I was feeling. Or even offered to get me a Gatorade or something. But there was no greeting today. In fact… no one even noticed me as I walked further into the lunch room.



A few people glanced over, nodded and smiled, and I waved meekly back, still confused.



Where the fuck is my parade? My “WELCOME BACK JULIAN” sign that should be hanging from the balcony above the à là carte? The hundreds, thousands (the school is big) of kids that should come up to me, offering assistance with my books, or my bag, if they can do anything within humanly possible and impossible to assist?



I balled my fists at my side. I am gone for a weekend’s worth, two days, and they forget about me so easily? Like I never even existed? Whoever was in the center of this crowd was going to get it.



You don’t steal my spotlight.



I threw down my book bag on some anonymous table and marched forward, combat boots making a slight stomping sound on the linoleum. Shoving my way through the crowd wasn’t hard; I’m little, they’re big, I just use momentum to push them over. A few people looked shocked to see me, as if I came back from the dead or something.



Sorry bitches, I’m alive.



I finally made it to the center of the circle, and stopped, staring at the back of a falsely black-colored head. My blood boiled, I swear steam could come out of my ears at the very instant I made eye contact.



Jake.



“Oh, you’re out already?” He sounds like I was in a fucking coma! … Well I was passed out for quite a bit and had a mild concussion, but it’s not like I was on the death bead! “Feeling okay?” He smiled.



“Why didn’t you get suspended?” I grit out, balling my fists at my sides, my displeasure obvious.



Jake shrugged, “Well, if I were to get suspended, they would have to suspend you, too. And they don’t wanna do that, so they just let it go.”



Ah, FUCK.



This little conniving, manipulative bastard is using my power against me. What the hell. Not even I could think of that! Fuck! What the hell am I going to do!? As long as he picks on me as a victim and I react, he’s going to have administration on his side as well. Unless--…



Unless I go and request it.



But that would mean Jake wins. And he can’t win! HE CAN’T WIN. I won’t fucking let him. So while I glared, I smirked lightly, and shrugged.



“And what is the news that you are enlightening everyone else with?” I gestured to the crowd. “Please, indulge me.”



There were murmurs everywhere. What? What is this? No one dared to speak too much when I’m in the room making a scene. And here they were chit chattering about the situation.



Watch and learn, bitches.



“Well, I was enlightening them on the fact that they look up to a fascist, narcissistic bastard that cares about no one but himself.”



I blinked, then frowned and tsked. “That’s no way to talk about our principal…”



Jake rolled his eyes and pointed at me. “You, Julian. How can you be the way you are?”



I raised a brow. “Because… that’s the way I am…?”



My enemy seemed exasperated. “You’re so selfish.”



“I am not!” I protested, stomping my foot on the ground. “I am-… I’m…” Shit, I can’t think of anything selfless. “I AM AGAINST PUBLIC TRANSIT.”



Everyone went dead silent and was staring at me.



“… That… that’s not a selfless thing, Julian…” Jake said, turning his head a bit as if he weren’t hearing me correctly, or believing that I’d just said what I said.



Fuck that. It’s pollution! It gets in the atmosphere and kills baby seals! I AM AGAINST KILLING BABY SEALS.



Fucking Canadians.



“Your reign over this school is over, Julian.” Jake declared, and I looked at him, disbelief and doubt written all over my features.



“Excuse me? Who says?”



“I do.”



“Just your opinion doesn’t count. What, does everyone else just wanna butt fuck me too?” I glanced around the crowd, and most everyone avoiding my hard green glare.



Except for one.



Colby stepped forward, a sympathetic look on his face.



“Jules…” he started, but I shook my head and waved my hands.



“No.” No! Not my mother fucking best friend. Don’t tell me this! Don’t rip away my life! Please.



“Jake is right, you’ve taken this whole thing way too far…”



I shook my head, my hair flying wildly, getting in my face and falling in awkward places on my shoulders and chest. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears of betrayal. Colby, Colby, Colby… how can you do this to me?



“It’s time for you to just… step down.”



A one-ton anvil landed on my chest, and my hand fluttered to my heart, covering it as I stumbled backwards a bit, and found a seat, plopping gracelessly into it. Breathing, breathing, I can’t breathe – inhaler. I need my inhaler. I feel like my throat is closing up; my eyes are watering from pain, the hurt… inhaler, God damn it.



Thank God Colby is my best friend. I had called him the previous night and rambled about how stupid the fucking puffer was. As I sit there gasping for air, he rushes to my bag and grabs the inhaler, shoving it into my mouth and telling me to breathe with him.



I feel like I’m in fucking labor, but the baby feels it needs to come out of my ribcage.



Like in Alien VS Predator.



Fucking sweet.



I got my breathing back together and buried my hands in my hair, curling up a bit on the seat. The students were leaving the cafeteria and heading to first period, a few lingering as if debating their decision, before finally me and Colby were the only ones in there.



I didn’t know what to say.



I was fucking silent.



It hurt, so bad. These people that loved me more than they cared for anyone else, why? Why are they doing this to me? Don’t they care?



“Jules…” I felt Colby’s hand on my shoulder, rubbing lightly. I shrugged it off. Fuck you, traitor. “I’m sorry…”



If you were sorry you wouldn’t have said anything in the first place.



“Fuck Colby, you’re my best fucking friend. And you can’t even stand up for me when that asshole is being such a… a… asshole!?” I glanced up, not bothering to wipe my cheeks of the drying tears.



Colby glared slightly. “Jake’s right, you’re so fucking full of yourself. Can’t you see what you’re doing!?”



“I’m giving people something, someone to believe in. A real person, not the fucking douche bag faculty, not a stupid fucking celebrity that will die from an overdose. A real person!” I pleaded, grabbing his hands within my smaller ones, holding his tight. He didn’t even grip back.



“You’re a monster. These kids don’t respect you, they fear you. They lust after you. They obey you. They’re just mindless drones and you’re taking advantage of high schoolers when they’re most vulnerable!”



I bit my lip. Of course I knew what I was doing. It… it would all come together, it would. But why can’t you understand, Colby? Why… you’re my best friend.



After I was silent for a few minutes, Colby stood up and brushed my hands away from his. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, I felt sick.



“Colby…”



He grabbed his bag, then got mine and set it next to my feet.



“Colby, please…”



Blue eyes looked down at me, solemn. A foreign look to Colby’s usually handsome features. “I’m done, Jules. You need to fend for yourself.”



Watching a person that I love walk away like that, is the hardest thing I’ve experienced.



I didn’t go to first period. I just sat in the lunch room and cried.



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The rest of the day was just as morose and boring as the morning had ended. People weren’t offering to hold my jacket, carry my bag, even saying hi. A few would smile in nod in the hallway; just an amiable gesture that everyone does to everyone if you catch their eye.



When I got to class no one offered me their notes of the days I’ve missed. The teachers were just as indifferent. Even Stinson and Humphry, they were just like “eh”. In fact they didn’t expect me to make anything up. They didn’t expect me to do homework. Apparently they wanted me to completely submerse myself in misery. Which is what I did, mind you.



In P.E. I sat against the bleachers in the usual spot, my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin on my knees. My head was to the side, staring at nothing in particular, just sort of spacing out. What the hell am I supposed to think? The school turned their back on me. Everyone. Teachers, students, even custodians.



Not only that, my best friend.



And not only that, it was that fucking CUNT Jake.



That kid has some nerve.



But… somehow I know they’re all right. There is something wrong with me. No one’s perfect, eh? Haha. Like anyone ever thought I was. I guess… I guess I just needed some sort of power in my life. I was tossed around three different counties when I was little, before I got adopted into an American family. I’d been on the streets, I’d been into drugs, violence. I’ve done and seen everything.



Maybe… maybe high school was like a subconscious effort to stop this sort of stuff from happening? I’m not too good about getting deep about my past psychologically, but I can try, I suppose. I have another seventy-two minutes to do so.



When I came to America, it was amazing. You could do so many things! Go to school for free, wear what clothes you want… get whatever hair style you fancy. I mean, it really is a great place. But then I started to get into the teen crowd, and I realized that young America is just… corrupt. Sex, drugs, alcohol, rock and roll… I’d heard all about it and I knew it was here. But not in the teens. I never knew.



For me, America meant abstinence from drugs and stuff. It’s all bad shit and I’d experienced way too much of that. Maybe I should have started a group like Big Brothers, Big Sisters or whatever it’s called. That mentor group. I heard it was nice. I should have become a mentor.



But given my violent past… I became a tyrant? Something like that.



That makes me sound like Hitler.



It doesn’t help that Jake called me ‘fascist’. I’m so not. Other stuff comes before myself. Like… homework… and… personal hygiene! Yeah.



I am a narcissist because America made me that way. All of the fashion magazines, reality shows about plastic surgery and whatnot. Might as well join the crew, right?



Somehow I managed to take it to the extreme. And I’ve lost my best friend because of it. I’ve lost my students, who I considered my children… even if my ways of taking care of them were a bit… extreme. I can’t help but feel that I’m stuck in a rut, and no one gives a shit.



Not like I blame them.



“Hey.”



Fuck you, you’re ruining my self-discovery! Oh, Shaun.



“Hi.”



“What’s up? You look depressed.”



I shrugged and sat back, dropping my hands to the floor and letting the back of my head hit the bleachers behind me. I stared out at the basketball court, silent. Shaun seemed disturbed.



“You’re not talking…”



“I never talk to you.”



“Ah. Right.” Shaun nodded, I could see his blond head out of the corner of my eye. “Well… what’s wrong?”



I snorted. “You don’t know?”



I turned to look at Shaun, and he seemed genuinely confused. It was cute to see his brows and nose wrinkled like that. I pushed those thoughts aside and sighed, turning my eyes back onto the court.



“I just got impeached.”



“By Jake, right?”



I perked a brow. “You said you didn’t know.”



He shrugged. “I don’t know the details. I know that Jake is an asshole, though. He knocked my books right out of my hands yesterday. Where were you yesterday?”



“Hospital.” I grunted. “You ask too many questions.”



“You have too many answers.”



“…” I squinted at the blond. “That doesn’t make any sense.”



“Think of it in a philosophical way; if you didn’t have answers, I wouldn’t ask questions.”



“Take your Buddhist shit somewhere else unless you have a fortune cookie. I\'m hungry.”



Shaun pouted, and I chuckled. He was the only person that seemed to care. Or at least be indifferent to the school hierarchy.



“So… you’re pretty upset, huh?”



I nodded.



“… Wanna hang out after school at my place?”



I blinked. Did Shaun just invite me over? What the fuck are we gonna do? Watch Star Trek and play Halo?



“I just bought 2LDK yesterday and need someone to watch it with…”



“I’m in.” I grinned. 2LDK was definitely one of my favorite movies, ever. Who knew that Shaun liked that sorta shit? He smiled brightly and nodded, and I turned to face the basketball court again.



Good thing I have such a short attention span, or else I would have dove back into my silent depression.



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Shaun’s house was normal, I guess. One story, basement, a few bedrooms, two bathrooms… nice kitchen, living room with a TV. Both of his parents worked, and he informed me that we were alone. Like it mattered, even if his parents were home I’d still probably molest him.



I was still in semi-shock from what had happened this morning. Still, throughout the day, no one had talked to me. Colby didn’t even text me… no one did. Except for my mom, when I had texted her first, telling her I was going to Shaun’s house. But she doesn’t count, she’s my mom. She shouldn’t even know how to use a cell phone for Christs’ sake.



I sat down on the sofa, which was squishy and comfortable, and snuggled in. I think I sank down nearly to the floor, the tips of my toes were blocking some of my vision to the big screen. Shaun offered popcorn and ambled off to make some, and I pulled out my phone, flipping it open in vain.



No new messages.



I decided to send one, instead of just passively waiting.



‘Hey… Are you doing anything this weekend?’ Send.



Licking my lips, I watched as the envelope on the screen opened and closed, then the “Message Sent!” sign came and went. I don’t know how long I was staring at my phone, but Shaun prodded my thigh and placed a bowl of popcorn in my lap, which I instantly started munching on. I eat when I’m depressed. Shaun was doing a good job of cheering me up, I might add. I should be fat in about a day.



“… Hey.” Something came to mind. “Why didn’t I see you the day after we had sex?”



He blushed. Obviously saying it so bluntly like that, ‘had sex’, wasn’t something he was expecting. He shrugged and took a kernel of popcorn and chewed on it.



“I… I was a bit sore…”



I grinned. “Good. I thought you were avoiding me.”



He shook his head and laughed. “The next day I came back, I was totally expecting to have another round, but you were out!”



My smile brightened, “Yeah, well nothing says we can’t make up for lost time…~”



I don’t know how long the movie had been going, but the previews were over and the narrative was beginning. I wasn’t paying much attention, I’d seen it, and even if Shaun hadn’t, I wasn’t planning on watching the movie anyway. Setting the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, I did my best to scoot over and rest my head on the blond’s shoulder, pressing against him.



“Thanks for making me feel better… you’re the only person who’s talked to me all day.”



He shrugged, but I could hear the smile in his voice. “Well I don’t think you’re that bad.”



Maybe he doesn’t really know me.



But then again… I suppose the person that sees past my superficiality is my true friend.



Even though I’ve only known him long enough to know that he’s got a gorgeous cock and amazing abs.







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A/N: I know this story kinda goes nowhere.

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