It’d be a lot better if it was stroking your tits ;)

I laughed as I pressed send. I could only imagine how hard she was going to slap me tomorrow. “Seamus? What is going on?” Lizzy’s voice brought me back to the reality that my hand was burnt beyond use at the moment.

My anger boiled again and I kicked the wall. “Open up!” Lizzy yelled. Angrily, I opened it and shoved it into the wall where it left a dent. “Calm down!” Lizzy screamed. I dropped onto my bed and grabbed a magazine. I whipped it at the ground. Lizzy sat next to me.

“Seamus, it’s not permanent. It’s going to be healed soon alright?” Her voice was more gentle than usual but I glared. “Leave me alone. I want to be alone.” She sighed and left my room, quietly closing the door behind her.

I sighed.

The next day at school, Jay, Richie, and Jer hurried over to me. “Damn,” Jay whistled. Lizzy had dropped me off at school so that I wouldn’t murder Jake on the bus. I shrugged. “I’ll get him back,” I said darkly.

“Well check out the fag!”

I rolled my eyes. “Hey Cliff. Where have you been?” Clifton came over to us. He was an emo too. We had a group of six. Me, Richie, Jay, Jer, Clifton, and Paxton. Wherever the hell Paxton was. “Paxton and I skipped school .Didn’t feel like coming,” he said with a shrug.

“Where is Paxton?” Richie asked. “Here!” Paxton cried, popping out of nowhere. He was a hyper emo. Always had a monster or sugar stick with him. “What happened to your hand?” Clifton asked. “Broke it punching a werewolf,” I said. Cliff rolled his eyes. “Jake?” “He spilled some shit on it in Living that burned it. I’m going to kick his sorry ass when I see him.”

“Check out the emos!” the cheerleading preps yelled, laughing at us. I didn’t see Alex but I saw her stupid friend Paige. “Hey emo boy, what happened to your hand? Did your ego fall on it?” Krista asked, sniggering. She was one of my favorite targets to annoy.

I grinned. “Hello Krista. Lovely to see you again.” I walked over towards her. “Ew emo. Back off!” Rachel snapped. “Rachel! My girl!” Jay say, waggling his eyebrows. Rachel was Richie’s older sister. Most people didn’t know that though. Neither liked people to know.

“God I hate emos,” she said in annoyance. “Yea, well, we hate preps,” Richie said with a shrug. “Are you kidding? I love preps!” I said joyfully. “You also prefer blue monster over green!” Paxton whined.

“Let’s go Krista,” Rachel said, giving us a nasty look. “Hey guys, you’re coming over after school right?” Richie asked, giving a smug look at his sister. “Naturally,” Clifton said with a shrug.

Rachel gave a disgusted look before she and Krista strut away.

I laughed and high fived Richie. “Nice.” The bell rang and we walked off to first period. “Jay! Check it out!” I cried, pointing at Alex as she and Paige sat down. Alex got up and came right over to me. She slapped me so hard I felt the angry imprint of her hand forming.

Jay burst into laughter as Alex stormed away. “You perverted emo shit!” Alex hissed as she reached Paige. “That actually hurt. I’m proud of you!” I said. “I bet you’re a handful in the bedroom! Guess I’ll find out soon.”

The teacher came in just as she came to slap me again. “Mr. Fitzpatrick what happened to your face?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Karma,” Jay said. She started class and I put my head down to nap. I was always tired in the morning.

The bell rang and I brought my head up and rubbed my still tired eyes. “Man what the hell is next?” I asked Jay. “Study hall,” he said and we followed Alex and Paige. “Alex!” I whined when I sat down. “What?” she asked in annoyance.

“Hi!”

Aw she looked pissed. I wonder why. “Alex? Don’t look angry. Turn that frown upside down!” She glared at me. Clifton walked into study hall and sat with me and Jay. “Leader of the preps in this study hall? Oh boy,” he grumbled.

Alex and Paige were gossiping about who knows what. How can preps gossip all the time? I barely even care what’s going on in my own life. I couldn’t give a flying fuck for the life of someone else. There was a knock on the door. I turned and felt Jay grab my shirt to hold me down.

Jake.