Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters. It's all fiction people, so don't sue. Thank you.
Chapter 1
I wouldn't expect for you to understand. Nobody ever has. All my life I have been the guy that nobody paid attention to. The guy that was never good enough for anything. I was bruised and broken, inside and out. I always thought it would be that way, the same. For some reason, nothing would ever be different. Until the day. The day, you ask? Yes, the day that everything changed.
In school I was always the outcast. The one with no friends, who sat alone at lunch, wore converse, jeans and an old, faded band t-shirt. For the longest time, I didn't even have a care in the world. All I needed was me, myself, and I. But after a while, the loneliness crept in. I can't say exactly when that occurred. It had to be my freshman year of high school. After moving on from the drama and necessity of middle school, I realized I was all alone in the world. I was now beginning my junior year. Sweet sixteen years old and a rebel without a cause. That's how I could be described, I guess. That summer I had spent reading comic books, listening to Morrissey, playing guitar, and driving around in my beat up '92 Honda Civic. Now reality was about to begin again. I was being sent back to the struggle, and black hole that is school. I was a good student, don't get me wrong. But, you know, I had people problems. I didn't have friends. I didn't even like people, to be honest. But deep down, there was something missing. I knew it was there. It was inkling, a constant reminder, that I was indeed the world's biggest loser. 'Fuck that,' I would think, 'all I need is music and my guitar. I'll get by.' Boy was I wrong.
The first day of school. 'My favorite,' I thought to myself as I walked through the double glass doors smudged with fingerprints. By now, I was used to receiving snide remarks and glaring glances. It wasn't anything new. So of course, that's exactly what came my way when I had intently stepped a few feet inside. It was always the same group of guys. The "popular" type, if you get my drift. The preppy, attention seeking, sports playing assholes, is more like it. They have nothing better to do than to make it known that I am complete and total scum. But honey, I knew this far before they told me.
"Hey, loser," One guy declared towards me, "Why don't you leave and make yourself useful elsewhere?"
I stopped in my tracks, furious. I can't help it, when the remarks start flying, my temper starts rising. "Wait, are you talking to me, asshole? Why don't you go jump off a cliff. You're more useful dead," I spit through my teeth. Yeah, it was the wrong thing to say, but you can only take so much abuse for so long.
"What did you just say to me, you fucker?" He sure didn't look happy, I'd have to say. He was beginning to turn red with anger. It was a nice scarlet with his tan, perfect complexion. Indeed it suited his features, but that's NOT the point. My point was, I just pissed off the enemy with my own stupidity. It wasn't one of my main priorities, especially on the first day of school.
"Nothing," I said, and walked away briskly, hoping they wouldn't follow. Fortunately for me, they let it go. I could tell that this was going to be an interesting year. But for today, I would try to keep my tongue to myself and avoid any apparent threats. Hopefully.