Crap.



Crap.



More crap.


   As he searched around his book shelf to find an old book he might wan to read again, the strange and awful smell of dusty paper filled his nose. He backed away, squinting as his eyes teared up. He touched his finger to the inner corner of his eye, wiping away anything that could have poured out.
  It was a Wednesday. He was bored. And the holy powers of the universe knew that he wasn't going to do what any guy would when he was bored. But there wasn't anything to do. Nobody was home. He face was friggin hurting and the dust still lingered in the air. He couldn't go out. The whole reason his face hurt was at fault. That reason was Mike. Good old, stupid Mike who couldn't tell his ass from his elbow, even if they were labelled. It was awful. To him, at least. He wasn't an athlete, heck, he was probably out of shape despite his looks. Then again, he probably looked it... It was a small blow square in the face. He fell back, and the crunch of his guitar breaking in its case was the only thing he cared about at that moment. But he looked up, realizing if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't live to see another guitar. Or another sunrise, he thought with indifference. He probably would have preferred to be called whatever stupid name Mike-damn him-could come up with. That didn't hurt. But there he was, on his butt looking completely lost as everyone turned to look at him, feeling his lip swell.

"Hey, emo!" Ah, there was the stupid name-calling. "Look, get yourself a girlfriend or a boyfriend or something. Don't flirt with mine. There's a reason we're going out, and it's because we care about each other." And the sex wasn't the reason? "I won't have you come up to her and put stupid ideas of me being an asshole in her head, got it?"

  Ah, but he was! He was, he was! What you just did was proof, you moron! The halls started clearing up and the "girlfriend" Jenny looked back and gave a smirk. She told him when she said she wouldn't.
  Last Tuesday he told her about the bullying and asked her to tell Mike to cool it. She had twisted his words and made it sound like something else. She couldn't be trusted. And he was stupid for going up to her in the first place. Consequences. He should have thought about those.
  He was an only child and his parents had the night shift today. Doctors. Thank the Lord they weren't home to see his lip, swollen, the small piercing taken out because of the pain. It was his only one, too...The big apartment his own for the night. Homework was done. What to do...
  The phone rang. I startled him, being so wrapped up in his thoughts. He grabbed it, hand still a little shaky.

"He-"

"Yo, Cole, it's me!"

"Hi, Jason....What is it?" Jason was...okay. He could be loud, sure, but he was also nice. Very dorky, very last-minute for everything, except when it came to helping others. He knew everything, too, and it was scary knowing he had so many connections.

"Listen, Marcy told me that-"

"Marcy?"

"My cousin. The badminton team. Anyways, tomorrow, there's a new student coming to school."

"And why is it so exciting to you...?"

"It's a girl..."

  Of course it was a girl. He should have known. Well, he would probably have to keep her away from Jenny. The second she spotted new kids, she would approach them and become "friends", just to have more people in he group. And, of course, to make sure they had common enemies and so she could know more about everyone.

"Okay? Listen, I gotta go, my dog just pissed the couch and mom's yelling at me to clean up. Bye."

"Bye..."

  And he was alone once again. He turned on the T.V. To find something good on, but he was preoccupied with his thoughts once again. Would she be nice? Would she be pretty? Ugly? Stupid? Honour student? Messed-up mental case searching for prey? Probably not..... But he felt nervous. He didn't know why.  It would be nice to have someone new to say hi to without worrying about them being like most kids at his school. That would be nice. He wasn't nervous anymore. Heck, he was looking forward to tomorrow.