Louise was disgusted and his face showed visible signs of disgust. The brown-haired boy looked at him and Louise stared back because he was a man! He would not be afraid of a pervert. They stared at each other, meeting eyes while Mr Warren began writing a date chart on the board to explain all the events in chronological order. 

Finally, realising how he was giving in to the weird boy's game of staring into another man's eyes while masturbating, Louise brought his gaze down and quietly looked into his notebook, 'I can ignore this. This is nothing. This...This is adulthood-WHAT THE FUCK!' He felt MJ's foot slowly creep up his leg and Louise was done.

Lines had been crossed.

Louise kicked the weird boy's leg away so forcefully, that his shoe flew and slapped the board right beside Mr Warren. Mr Warren quickly turned back and then looked at the shoe. He picked it up, "Who threw this shoe at me?" Nobody answered. Louise rose his hand, "It was me," The entire class turned towards him, and Mr Warren looked genuinely confused, "Why?"

"...I just...couldn't control myself,"
MJ was holding his laughter back while pressing his forehead on the table.
"Control yourself from hitting me?"
"I felt bad for the Jews,"

"Right. Meet me after class,"

After a long lecture in the teacher's office about how being a student who has big shoes to fill had got nothing with literally throwing shoes at fellow teachers. He was told that he made the class' atmosphere too political after launching a weapon to foot fetish towards his teacher. Who happened to be a German man teaching Nazi history in an American classroom.

"Mr Warren, how do I undo my actions?"
"There is only one way to restore my dignity," Mr Warren held the shoe on the tips of his long, bony fingers, like a luxuriant dish about to be served freshly by a Michelin chef, "You must launch the shoe at every teacher to normalise this disrespect,"
"Understood, sir,"

Louise walked out of the teacher's office with the shoe in his hand, "This shoe, this has ruined my life," Suddenly, someone took the shoe from him and wore it back into his feet, "Oh, finally!"
It was the same weird kid who has been masturbating in the classroom. But why? Was this some kink? Be friends with him, yeah, no. Louise wasn't befriending HIM!

"That was so fun! Let's do it again!"
"Absolutely not!"

"Would you not listen to Mr Warren...about you throwing that shoe at every teacher now?"
"How do you know what he said?"
"I just guessed, did I hit the nail?"

Louise turned back, "I bet he was just messing with me,"
"What if he wasn't!" The green-eyed boy followed him, "This is a golden opportunity!"
"For what?"
"For throwing shoes at teachers! Without consequences!"
"Are you out of your mind?"

But suddenly, someone grabbed Louise by his collar and dragged him on the floor, throwing him flat before his locker, everyone gasped. Louise touched his back and looked up at those three boys. It was happening. This was high school hell.

This was the true Kerlin County High.

"LOUISE!" The green-eyed boy came forward to help him but he was pushed and corned to another locker by a tall dude in an Armani sweater, "You better not interfere, you frat boy! Go back to your fucking country!"
"Mate, I'm American, yeah? My dad's from Texas!"

"A Texan? In Kerlin County High?" They all started laughing and so did everyone else in the hall. Henry ruffled MJ's hair as if he were a child, "So, where are your cows?"
"Why do you need my cows? Milk me instead, daddy~" MJ wrapped his arms around him and brought his face uncomfortably close to his. Henry reclined,

"WHAT THE FUCK?! HA! THIS DUDE IS GAY! You guys would go well together, weirdo!" He pushed him away and the bells soon went off, making him leave for the next class.

He shrugged and walked towards Louise, "How's your back, mate?"
"I'm fine," Louise got up and rubbed his spine, "Tss! I got a motherfucking friction burn!"
"Motherfucker..." He seemed to be lost in a daze, "Anyways, I'm Mitchelle Jibber, call me MJ-"
"Hold it right there, I'm not being friends with you!"

"Why not?" Mitchelle looked surprised.
"Because you are a weirdo! You nutted to Mr Warren!"
He also just flirted with your bully.
"What? When did that happen?"
"Don't try to play me! I saw it! You were masturbating in class!"
"Oh! That!"
"Yes! That!"

"...Certain details of my life can be ignored if you wish to be friends with me,"
"That's the point, I don't,"
"How can you not want to be friends with me? I'm literally an eye candy!"
'The entitlement this asshole emits!' Louise thought as he furrowed his brows at him.

"AYO! Louise! My best boy!" Louise heard Wasim's voice and turned around. Wasim had known Louise ever since Zalia joined high school. He used to come to Zalia's place to help her and Peed write songs for the band. And while he did not know jack shit about songwriting, he did enjoy Mrs Louverne's cooking.

"Your mother is a woman who can cook me alive and I'd still eat it, wallah!"

Louise never developed any opinion on Wasim, such was the fluidity of Wasim's character. He neither hated nor liked Wasim. And that was the case with everyone that knew him, they couldn't pinpoint their feelings towards him. He was too absurd to be friends with, but too loyal to be left behind. He grabbed Louise by his hands, 

"We had auditions for the club and no one except us showed up,"
"That's sad. What can I do?"
"Come with me and audition or your sister will make me see Allah, who I love, but not enough to meet him yet, my friend,"
"What? No! I'm not playing drums in my sister's band! I don't want to associate with her!"
"You don't have to! You can make your own band after we are done with school!"

"How am I gonna find bandmates?"
"Make friends, you muppet!"
"I can't make friends! People freak me out!"

"Have you tried talking to them?"
"No, I suck!"

"Ah, I see. You got qualities that Zalia never did,"
"What the fuck does that mean, Wasim?"
"I can join," Mitchelle stepped forward. Both of them had entirely forgotten that he was standing there with them  so his sudden intervention startled both of them,
"In fact, I'd love to," He smiled.
"NO! Wasim you don't understand! He's weird!" Louise made a disgusted expression.

"Louise, shut up. That's so mean! Of course, you can join, green-eyed boy! Come!" Mitchelle followed Wasim to the terrace, and Louise joined them because he didn't want to leave Zalia alone with that dude who masturbated to Mr Warren! He was never forgetting that! 

Wasim banged the door open, "Zalia! Look! I found someone!"
Zalia turned back and immediately wore a sour expression, 
"Yo! We meet again!" MJ smiled at her. 

"Wasim, fuck you! Out of the entire school, you could only find this motherfucker?" Zalia pressed her hands on her hips and Mitchelle smiled, "You really do want me to fuck my mother, don't you?"
"Shut up!" Suddenly, she looked at the caption written on Louise's sweatshirt, "Gotta be that bitch, cuz none of ya'll got the sorta dick I do...LOUISE! WHAT IS THAT SWEATSHIRT?!"

"This? I bought it from a store on my way to school," He smiled, "It's so cool!"
"IT'S UGLY! And you!" She grabbed MJ by his collar, "YOU RUINED OUR PERFORMANCE! HOW DARE YOU COME BEFORE ME AGAIN!"

He was still smiling at her, "I know, I am here to help,"
"Help? Then, get us musicians!"
MJ spread his arms and looked at her, "What do you think I am?"
"A creep," She said.
"A weirdo," Louise spoke simultaneously. 

"That's right! I am a musician," 

"Funny," She smiled, sarcastically, "What can you play?"
"Girls like you,"
Zalia narrowed her eyes,
"Ahem," He cleared his throat, "I can play the guitar, just like you,"
"Okay," She went towards the corner of the terrace and pulled out her guitar from the guitar case, "Here! Play!" She shoved it in Michelle's arms.

He looked at the red guitar, he looked above at the girl in the red dress. Zalia wore denim bell bottoms and a red, full-sleeve top with it rolling over her sun-damaged chest, enchanted with brown freckles and orange tan, "Well? Play something for us,"
He looked into her mean, purple eyes and she glared back at him with a condescending smile, "You're all talk and no show"

He smiled, "I suppose so,"

She turned back at Wasim, "Wasim, you ought to do better. I don't want any show-offs. Get people who can legitimately do something productive in the band than being a fat piece of garbage-"

MJ began singing, interrupting Zalia mid-sentence. He had a high-pitched, raspy voice, like a rock singer. It was energetic, yet had a bit of jazz and sass to it. Madelene picked up her bass and dropped down the beats and Angela joined him on the drums as he began playing the guitar. 

https://youtu.be/4oUADpbrxdo

"What do you think?" Wasim smiled at Zalia and she crossed her arms, "He's good! Will do," MJ smiled at her and finally, she asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking how you are a really pretty woman," He giggled at Zalia and Madelene dropped her bass, thankfully the sling around her was keeping the guitar mid-air. She crept towards Zalia from behind and grabbed her by her shoulders, "He's the one!" She whispered like a snake into her ears, "Conquer him!"

"Madelene! Fuck off!" She brushed her away and looked at Louise, "So, Louise on drums and Mitchelle on guitar," 
"Me? Make a band with him?" Louise pointed at MJ. And Zalia nodded with all the other seniors, "I'm glad you finally found a friend. Now, mom and dad won't bother me anymore!"

"I'M NOT BEING FRIENDS WITH HIM!" Louise yelled.
"You are being friends with him," She grabbed his hair and dragged him towards MJ, "Now, why don't you both shake hands?"
MJ brought his hands forward and Louise's eyes widened, 'Did this bastard wash his hands after fapping his cock? I did not see him go to the bathroom,'

"I'm not shaking hands with him!"
"Louise. You starting to get on my nerves," Zalia's purple eyes glowed beneath her dark hair. Louise shivered, "B-But! He-"
"Shut the fuck up..." She brought her face close to him, "Or you want me to cut your hands off and shake them with Mitchelle myself, what would you prefer?"

Louise had tears in his eyes as he shook hands with MJ. 
"Yay! Louise's first-ever bestie. Smile, you both," Zalia clicked a picture on her phone. And that was the beginning of a lifelong friendship that would only bring chaos in Louise's life.

-To be continued