Jason's Point of View:
I looked into the mirror to see this purple-redish bruise forming at my left jaw.
"Fuck." I muttered to myself.
I left the bathroom and went back to my room. There was clothes all over the floor, the room was dark due to the window blinds closed and the lights weren't turned on. I went over to the window and turned the blinds to reveal the outside world to me.
The sun just came up, there was this strange feeling in my stomach that there was something coming towards me today. I hear birds chirping in the background. I know I should listen to my instinct but I didn't, I put on my sweats over my boxers and left my house for a morning walk to clear my mind.
That was some nonsense argument I had with my dad last night that turned out to be a fight. My mom left when I was 5. She took my brother with her. Leaving me in this hell-hole. She believed that my dad and I had a strong "connection" and that I was better off with him.
She didn't even bother to fight for me in court when they split up. What a loving mother she was. Well fuck her, it's her lost. My dad and I have no connection whatsoever. Other than maybe when we punch, kick, swear at each other. The past 12 years of living with him was a nightmare. I wasn't even in the house that much. I was mainly out on the streets with my boys.
We do stupid shit. We've done almost anything you could think of. We're in a gang. I used to be the little pawns that get used for to sell drugs to others. No, I'm passed that now. I get to go on missions. Where you make money. To pay off some money of course, but that's not the point. I'm the youngest in the gang. I roll with 5 older boys. We travel in smaller groups since the big boss likes to keep it all a secret other than have us all over the news.
I attend school. They don't know shit about my other life. I am known as that badass that gets sent to the principle's office every class, but hey. I got my own chair in there now. Girls find my golden brown hair style in sort of a mop-head shape attractive. I hear them whisper to their friends when I walk down the hallways. I see them pushing one another to approach me afterschool. I look like fucking Justin Bieber. Maybe that's why they find me hot.
I hate that. My name is Jason McCann, NOT Justin Bieber. Everyone in highschool does shit. Some does drugs, most tried. Pretty much everyone drinks or drank before. I haven't seen a "goody two shoes" since elementary. All the girls are sluts that carry all STDs. Just kidding. But probably do. I don't fuck girls that live in here. I like the ones that are on vacation so there won't be any strings attached after we hook up.
I was just taking a walk through my neighborhood. It wasn't the best one out there. It was probably one of the worst ones. Gang violence happens weekly here. I suppose it wasn't so bad in the morning. I stuffed my hands in my pocket and looked up at the sky. It was a clear day. Warm enough for me to walk around in just a t-shirt. This year, I'm in grade 12. I just turned 17 last month. I got a car. From the gang. My dad gave me a fucking key chain! Cheap ass.
The sky was a nice blue. I wrapped my fingers around my car keys in my grey sweat pants.
All of a sudden, I was pushed back. What the fuck? I rule this neighborhood!
"Oh! Sorry." A girl said from the ground.
I guess she bumped into me and fell backwards herself. She's not bad looking. While she got up and brushed herself off, my eyes scanned her.
Brown hair that's tied up. Dark eyes, skinny, nice ass. Boobs wasn't like Kim Kardasian's, but wasn't like Selena Gomez with nothing either. Average sized. The way I preferred them to be. It's gross to have a girl with boobs bigger than her head plus yours put together.
"Hn." was all I grunted. I wasn't the conversational type.
"Are you hurt?" She asked looking at me.
"What do you think? You're the one that fell." I said back while looking at her like she was stupid.
"Well! Sorry if my friendliness made me sound stupid." She said and brushed the dirt off her ass and pushed past me to continue her jog.
Whatever. She's cute, but stupid, not my type. If she was hot and stupid, that might have been alright. She was wearing boy shorts with a baggy t-shirt with her hair in a messy bun all sweaty from running anyways. Not like I'll see her again, let's hope.
I just rounded the corner, cut through an ally and got back home. I took a quick shower, changed into black skinny jeans, fresh light blue v-neck shirt and used deodorant of course, sprayed on some axe.
"Hey. How's your jaw?" My dad asked from the kitchen table.
"How's your eye?" I asked while grabbing toast from the table.
I knew he was mocking me in the tone he used. Most of our- Wait no, all of our arguments would end up in a fight and this is how the next day would go like, mocking each other. I looked over at him, there he was. With a black eye from my punch. People say I pack a good punch. Last time I punched someone in the mouth while I was drunk, I heard the kid had go get stitches. Don't piss me off if I'm wasted as fuck.
Slipped on my white supras and I left the house without another word after that. I ate my toast on the way there. I got in my car and threw my backpack in the passenger seat and drove off to the school's parking lot for students.
I was on my way to my locker when my jaw dropped! Was she the one from this morning? Damn! Baby cleaned up good! I could tell that nice ass from anywhere!
She was right next to my locker, well she was standing there. There was this guy next to her. Her boyfriend? Let's hope not. I don't wanna be a girl stealer now. Wait, I don't even hook up with girls from my city. Just ones on vacation, maybe she'll be the first.
"Hey." The guy greeted me when I reached my locker.
He's always friendly. Now that I got closer, they look sort of alike. Somehow. Maybe family.
"Hi." I replied.
He looked at me like something amazing just happened. I know I don't talk to him but it's not that big of a surprise now is it? Now, what was his name again? Mark… John…
"Oh it's you! From this morning!" The girl exclaimed.
"You again." I said while grabbing my books and not looking at her.
"Yeah. I go here now." I saw her smile at me at the corner of my eye.
She has a beautiful smile. I couldn't help but smile a little at that. I regained my composure before anyone saw it though.
I got what I needed and turned to them.
"Anyone got a pen?" I asked.
"Um. No, I have a pencil, that work for you?" The guy offered.
WHAT IS HIS NAME AGAIN? My eyes traveled down to his books to see if I could maybe see it written somewhere.
"It's Dylan if you forgot." He answered my question.
"Right…" I said and tried to remember that.
"I do." The girl said and handed me a blue pen.
"Thanks." I said and turned back to close my locker.
"Vanessa, what's your first class?" Dylan asked.
Vanessa, huh. Never hooked up with anyone with that name before.
"Um… Science, room 51. Do you know where that is?" She asked.
"I'm in the same class. I can take you there." I said looking down at her.
"Um.. Yeah. Go with Jason." Dylan hesitated. Probably because of my reputation. I wouldn't think he'd want his cousin to become attached to me or anything.
"Okay! Bye cousin!" she waved at him.
We walked to class together, she looked so into the school hallways.
I checked her out again. She was wearing black skinny jeans with black flats and an off shoulder white shirt with a long necklace. Her hair was straightened that it reaches her middle back. She had bangs brushed to the right like mine. She's pretty hot.
