I'm writing a story on the past for each member of K-Unit. Debating on whether or not to include Alex. If I did, he'd be in like, second grade. See if you can guess which member is each. This chapter is kinda obvious. Reviews make me smile!
He obviously stood out. He could have stood up and said, "I'm an over privileged son of a bitch who's friends secretly hate me!" and no one would have gained any knowledge.
But when he walked down the halls the next morning, almost everyone would greet him. Those who didn't were too afraid of him to mutter any words. He pretended they were shy.
The girlfriend that he didn't really like would still walk up to him and kiss him. And he'd still get his books, go down the hall, and start to kiss his other girlfriend. They knew there was another, but the girls didn't realize it was their best friend.
Why did they put up with this? Why did anyone put up with him?
The answer came immediately. It tasted bitter in his mouth.
They liked his money.
Thing was, it wasn't his. It was his parents'. When they died, he got a fraction and his brother got everything else.
His brother. The pride of the family. The football star. The valedictorian. The golden boy.
Everyone looked at his family and saw his parents and his brother. He was an afterthought. Always an afterthought.
But he was just as good as Brian! Always Brian this, Brian that, look what Brian did, oh my God I think I'm in love with Brian!
So he'd made a promise to himself. Get through high school and then get the hell out of this town. Then get a new cell phone with a different number and no old contacts.
It would be difficult with Brian, as he was his twin, but Brian would deal. He'd finally be alone, no shadows. Maybe a skeleton or two, but those could stay in the closet.
He'd go to college and get a degree in something incredibly boring and win something amazing for doing something incredibly boring. That or join the army. Meet exotic people and then kill them. Woo-hoo.
He already killed people's pride.
For now, he had three and a half more years of planning ahead of him. Currently, he had many goals that were very important to reach.
Keep his bad boy reputation. That was vital. No one could know how he felt and the only way of doing that was to get in trouble. No one wants to be in with troublemakers other than preppy blondes trying to make their life the plot of a movie.
He also had to lose his virginity to a hot senior. It would make him more bad boy-esque. See above.
Remain complete opposites from his brother. Kissing random girls would become his life.
He mentally scolded himself. Why was he thinking about this now? It was pointless and he needed to get drunk. Having a hangover was the perfect way of going back tomorrow.
The same way he did every Monday.
He'd have to stop soon. There were too many people copying him. But he was a leader. Everyone knew it. He just wasn't exactly an exemplary fellow. That was his brother.
He was like a wolf, his brother in the pack and him alone. The lone wolf. Made sense. He was always going to be alone.
But someday, everyone would hear him howling in the distance.
I know it sucked. Royally. But this guy just doesn't give me much inspiration. And this is an experiment to see how well I write using K-Unit. Reviews are vital, and constructive criticism is going to help me write better.