A/N: Ok, I've given up on the abbreviations of a certain word. It's just too much of a pain to do the weird abbreviation method, since ff.net doesn't allow asterisks for some reason. Hmm... maybe I could start a campaign to get the asterisks back...
Less Than Known
By Cradlerobber Speedo-kun
Another day at school. What a fucking joy.
It's always the same fucking deal. Scowl in the hallways, get called to Mr. Raditch's office and get accused of doing some dumb shit, show up for maybe two classes a day... it's always the same fucking things over and over again. And people wonder why I don't like coming to this shit hole.
Oh, wait, here's something for a change. Cameron's ex-girlfriend bitch is standing in front of me and Towerz and accusing us of stealing the old cassette tape player from the library. What the fuck? Why the hell would I steal something so worthless? I push past her, "Fuck off, bitch. I'm not a dumb ass who would steal a piece of shit like that." I thought she had gotten over that stupid shit of accusing me of stealing everything under the sun. Bitch.
Towerz hasn't said anything at all today. But that's okay, 'cause he doesn't say a lot usually, anyway. If he does say something, then it must be important. I really wish there were more people like him. And he doesn't complain when I bitch at him about stuff.
I have shop next, thank fucking god. Towerz went off to the woodshop because the fucking school administration is making him take that in addition to mechanics. They tried to make me take it, too, but I think they got the fucking message when I never showed up for one fucking class.
I pass through the hallways, heading towards the garage. No one ever gets in my way, and I smirk at the way that so many of the dipshits cower in fear when I just walk by. I trip some underclassman just for kicks, and the dumb ass goes sprawling all over the floor, but says nothing. I snicker as I walk away. Have to make an example of someone every day just to make sure people don't forget who they're dealing with.
I spy something that makes me fucking sick. Homochuk's hanging at his locker fucking flirting with some other friggin' queer. Damned fudge- packers. Just seeing them makes me sick. Homochuk and a queer spic (1). Shit, I hate homos.
I slink into the garage scowling. Cameron's already over working on the engine of one of the cars. He probably actually went to most of his classes today. I wouldn't tolerate it from anyone else in my gang, but I let it slide with him. He's already fucking proven himself, and if he wants to attend class, it's his fucking decision. I think it's a dumb ass one, but I'm not gonna make a big fucking deal out of it.
He can tell I'm pissed off, 'cause he says nothing. Just silently allows me to start messing with the windshield wipers. If I'm fucking around with the windshield wipers, it always means I'm fucking pissed off. I wouldn't touch any other part of a car when I'm pissed 'cause I know I'd break it out of frustration. In my opinion, cars deserve more respect than most people do, and I'm not gonna fuck up the engine just 'cause I'm irritated.
When I finally start to touch other parts of the car, he speaks up, "So, we doin' anything after school?" I sort of scowl because it's a dumb question, "We always do." I can hear an underlying irritation in his voice, "I know that." I hit his hands away from the engine, 'cause I wanna take a look at it, "Well, I'm not doing anything. I'm going home 'cause I'm fucking tired. You dumb shits botched that job the other night and we had to hide under fucking trash cans. I'm still tired from that, ass hole."
He's annoyed. I know he blames Lel (2) for the fact that whole thing got fucked up. But he's not gonna say anything about it. And for a moment it seems like he's not gonna say anything, but the he does, "Look, can I borrow your car? I know you don't let anyone touch it 'cause it's your fucking pride and joy, but I wanna go out with Alex (3) and suprise her with something nice for a change." It wasn't a question I was really expecting, but it wasn't a stupid one, so I'll at least answer it, "And you're hoping to get fucking lucky, huh? Jesus fucking Christ, Cameron, you're as transparent as beer."
He ducks his head slightly. He fucking hates it when people see right through him, and I know it. His reply sounds like it's coming from a huffy five year old, "Well, yeah, so what? What the fuck is it to you?" He starts working on the engine again, shoving my hands away from it. I pull one of his hands up, though, and push a set of keys into his hand. He looks up at me, suprised. I smirk, "I'm feeling nice for a change. Have a nice fucking time." He knows what I said has a double meaning, but he mumbles a thanks anyway, shoving the keys into his pocket.
I'm still smirking as we go back to work on the car. Who fucking knew I could be nice once in a while? Apparently Sean fucking Cameron didn't. And it's better that he didn't, 'cause he might get used to the idea. And I'm not the type to be fucking nice every fucking day.
The bell rings and he bolts. Off for food and a fuck, no doubt. And I'm lacking a car now. What the fuck, I'll just find Towerz and walk home. Not like his car actually works, anyway.
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1) Jay doesn't know that Marco's Italian, hence the fact that he just
called him a 'spic'. Spic is a horrible slang word for someone Hispanic, and I wouldn't use it if it weren't Jay speaking.
3) Just a random guy from Jay's gang. None of those guys have names besides Towerz and Sean, so I just made one up.
(3) Remember in 'This Charming Man' when Sean's making out with some random girl? Pretend it's Alex. In this story Jay pretty much gave Alex to Sean as a sort of trophy prize for joining the gang and proving his worth, and she went along with it because she preferred Sean to Jay anyway.
Less Than Known
By Cradlerobber Speedo-kun
Another day at school. What a fucking joy.
It's always the same fucking deal. Scowl in the hallways, get called to Mr. Raditch's office and get accused of doing some dumb shit, show up for maybe two classes a day... it's always the same fucking things over and over again. And people wonder why I don't like coming to this shit hole.
Oh, wait, here's something for a change. Cameron's ex-girlfriend bitch is standing in front of me and Towerz and accusing us of stealing the old cassette tape player from the library. What the fuck? Why the hell would I steal something so worthless? I push past her, "Fuck off, bitch. I'm not a dumb ass who would steal a piece of shit like that." I thought she had gotten over that stupid shit of accusing me of stealing everything under the sun. Bitch.
Towerz hasn't said anything at all today. But that's okay, 'cause he doesn't say a lot usually, anyway. If he does say something, then it must be important. I really wish there were more people like him. And he doesn't complain when I bitch at him about stuff.
I have shop next, thank fucking god. Towerz went off to the woodshop because the fucking school administration is making him take that in addition to mechanics. They tried to make me take it, too, but I think they got the fucking message when I never showed up for one fucking class.
I pass through the hallways, heading towards the garage. No one ever gets in my way, and I smirk at the way that so many of the dipshits cower in fear when I just walk by. I trip some underclassman just for kicks, and the dumb ass goes sprawling all over the floor, but says nothing. I snicker as I walk away. Have to make an example of someone every day just to make sure people don't forget who they're dealing with.
I spy something that makes me fucking sick. Homochuk's hanging at his locker fucking flirting with some other friggin' queer. Damned fudge- packers. Just seeing them makes me sick. Homochuk and a queer spic (1). Shit, I hate homos.
I slink into the garage scowling. Cameron's already over working on the engine of one of the cars. He probably actually went to most of his classes today. I wouldn't tolerate it from anyone else in my gang, but I let it slide with him. He's already fucking proven himself, and if he wants to attend class, it's his fucking decision. I think it's a dumb ass one, but I'm not gonna make a big fucking deal out of it.
He can tell I'm pissed off, 'cause he says nothing. Just silently allows me to start messing with the windshield wipers. If I'm fucking around with the windshield wipers, it always means I'm fucking pissed off. I wouldn't touch any other part of a car when I'm pissed 'cause I know I'd break it out of frustration. In my opinion, cars deserve more respect than most people do, and I'm not gonna fuck up the engine just 'cause I'm irritated.
When I finally start to touch other parts of the car, he speaks up, "So, we doin' anything after school?" I sort of scowl because it's a dumb question, "We always do." I can hear an underlying irritation in his voice, "I know that." I hit his hands away from the engine, 'cause I wanna take a look at it, "Well, I'm not doing anything. I'm going home 'cause I'm fucking tired. You dumb shits botched that job the other night and we had to hide under fucking trash cans. I'm still tired from that, ass hole."
He's annoyed. I know he blames Lel (2) for the fact that whole thing got fucked up. But he's not gonna say anything about it. And for a moment it seems like he's not gonna say anything, but the he does, "Look, can I borrow your car? I know you don't let anyone touch it 'cause it's your fucking pride and joy, but I wanna go out with Alex (3) and suprise her with something nice for a change." It wasn't a question I was really expecting, but it wasn't a stupid one, so I'll at least answer it, "And you're hoping to get fucking lucky, huh? Jesus fucking Christ, Cameron, you're as transparent as beer."
He ducks his head slightly. He fucking hates it when people see right through him, and I know it. His reply sounds like it's coming from a huffy five year old, "Well, yeah, so what? What the fuck is it to you?" He starts working on the engine again, shoving my hands away from it. I pull one of his hands up, though, and push a set of keys into his hand. He looks up at me, suprised. I smirk, "I'm feeling nice for a change. Have a nice fucking time." He knows what I said has a double meaning, but he mumbles a thanks anyway, shoving the keys into his pocket.
I'm still smirking as we go back to work on the car. Who fucking knew I could be nice once in a while? Apparently Sean fucking Cameron didn't. And it's better that he didn't, 'cause he might get used to the idea. And I'm not the type to be fucking nice every fucking day.
The bell rings and he bolts. Off for food and a fuck, no doubt. And I'm lacking a car now. What the fuck, I'll just find Towerz and walk home. Not like his car actually works, anyway.
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1) Jay doesn't know that Marco's Italian, hence the fact that he just
called him a 'spic'. Spic is a horrible slang word for someone Hispanic, and I wouldn't use it if it weren't Jay speaking.
3) Just a random guy from Jay's gang. None of those guys have names besides Towerz and Sean, so I just made one up.
(3) Remember in 'This Charming Man' when Sean's making out with some random girl? Pretend it's Alex. In this story Jay pretty much gave Alex to Sean as a sort of trophy prize for joining the gang and proving his worth, and she went along with it because she preferred Sean to Jay anyway.