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Synacky. Don't like? Don't read ;D

~Zacky's POV~

The first day of high school is just gonna suck. I don't know why, I don't know how. I just know it.

That was the first thing that went through my head.

I'd only heard horror stories about upper classmen beating the fuck out of freshmen. I could only think about what they would do to a gay one. Okay, I said it. I'm gay. And damn proud. My parents don't know, and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. I don't know how they feel about same-sex relationships and I think they'd catch on if I just straight up asked them. Anyways, I got my shit together and ran down the stairs, falling after missing the last one.

"Fuck." I groaned to myself, holding my knee that I had just rammed into the floor.

"Zacky, honey. Are you okay?" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen.

"Yeah. Just fell…again." I replied.

It's definitely no secret how clumsy I am. I'd fall when I'm not moving, trip on flat surfaces, and fall up the stairs all the time. It's kind of ridiculous. My dad walked around the corner and laughed at me, as always. I knew he was only messing around because he laughs at fucking everything I do. He's just…yeah. He reached his hand out to mine and pulled me off the ground. When I got back on my feet, he patted my shoulder and started asking me stupid questions.

"So, son. First day of high school. You excited?" he asked with a grin.

"Definitely." Not…

"You gonna play any sports?"

"Maybe basketball." That's true.

"Meet a pretty girl?"

"Huh? Oh. Totally." Or a hot guy…(that one caught me off guard)

"Babe, leave Zachary alone and let him leave. He's not missing the bus." I heard my mom call to my dad. I cringed when she called me "Zachary". I'm not really used to being called that. It's always "Zack", "Zacky", or "Zee".

"Alright, boy. Have a good time. And try not to get into trouble. Okay?"

"Mmkay." I replied with a half-ass smile.

I left the house as quick as possible to avoid any mushy bullshit from my mom. I began to make my way to the bus stop on the corner when I heard "Zacky! Wait up, you fucktard!" That would be Matt. I ran, knowing he was gonna be pissed when he caught up, which eventually he did. He grabbed my shirt collar and pulled it, choking me.

"I told you to wait." He said catching his breath. There's no use telling him off.

"You're such an abusive friend." I said holding my throat. He's such an ass.

"Shut up," he retorts before hitting my chest. "C'mon. We're gonna miss the bus."

"Since when do you care?" I ask shocked. Normally, Matt doesn't give two shits about being late.

"Since new girls moved here. Twins. Like, mother fuckin' hot as hell twins!"

"That's cool." I said quietly.

Matt doesn't know about me either. Jimmy knows. Only because during the summer we got totally wasted and I just spilled my guts to him. He didn't really care. He laughed, but we were pretty drunk. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone, and as far as I'm concerned he's held up to his promise. Matt and I raced to the corner. He won of course. Getting on the bus again felt…strange. People I haven't seen in months just suddenly in my life again. Some of which made my life hell. Getting a break from these assholes was nice. Now as I looked around the bus, I saw new and old faces that scared me. Matt slapping the back of my head pulled me out of my thoughts. Why am I friends with this dick?

"Oww..." I mumbled rubbing the back of my head.

Matt began to push me to the back of the bus. We always got the back two seats. If someone sits there, we go ape shit on 'em until they move. We sat down and started talking about what we think high school's going to be like. Matt says it'll be great. I say I'd rather gouge out my eyes and cut off my ears (I know, random) than go back to nine months of pure torture. When the bus stopped at the school, I froze.

"Huntington Beach High." Matt sighs.

"We have to go here for fucking four years. Great." I grumbled as I walked off the bus.

As Matt and I walked through the front entrance, I felt like a wave of "holy shit" had just punched me in the face. This place was nice. Like, really nice. Matt looked like he was going to explode. He was actually pretty excited for high school. I walked through…no…I ran through the halls, happy as ever. If I'm gonna spend four years here, might as well enjoy it. Just as I found my locker, I heard "All freshmen please report to the auditorium at once. If you are unsure of the location of the auditorium, you may ask a teacher or other student. Thank you."

Are you serious? I just found my damn locker! Now I have to drag myself to the other side of the school for what? To listen to someone tell us how "excited" they are to have us and how we'll "enjoy" our time here? Bitch, please. God...I just realized how fucking lazy I am...

I shot down the hallway and within a minute, I was at the auditorium doors. I opened them and was in awe.

"Holy shit." I whispered. This auditorium is fucking awesome.

I sat down and took out my notebook and started sketching something that resembled a demon. I do that when I'm bored. I draw any evil (usually) thing that comes to mind. This two hours being lectured about rules better be worth my time.