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Author's Note: I have used the name Michelle for original characters, before, but, not like this. I just thought that I should say that one. Anyway, I am in love with this story, already, with only one chapter done. In other words, plan on quite a few new chapters, within the next few days. So, here is Chapter Two. Enjoy!
Adrian had made it to second period, with just seconds to spare. Mr. Alardin was just about to close the door, when Adrian bolted through it. He had taken his seat, and pulled out what he had done for homework. After that, he had droned out most of what the day's class was about. Just like with first period, he just didn't give a shit.
After what seemed like forever, Mr. Alardin had stopped talking, and had assigned the night's homework. There were exactly twenty-two minutes left of class, when Adrian picked up his pen, from the desk top in front of him, and began to read the assignment. It was a review of the basics of the law, beginning with a vocabulary section.
"Question one," Adrain read to himself, silently. "What are your Miranda Rights?"
He raised an eyebrow, before thinking it over. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew the answer. Adrian knew that he had them committed to memory. They were just locked away, deep in his subconscious. Hell, he had watched enough Law & Order, to the point where he should know them. He thought about every possibilty, before one answer finally came to him. He wrote his answer on the paper.
"Your Miranda Rights are the rights that you have when you are arrested."
"Mr. Moore, I do believe that your answer is a tad too broad," came a voice, from behind him. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Adrian looked up, and saw that Mr. Alardin was standing over him, arms folded across his chest.
Adrian shrugged. "It works for me," he replied, simply, as he turned back around. When the older man had no response, Adrian turned around, and discovered the the teacher had backed away. With a roll of his eyes, Adrian went back to his assignment.
Second period sucked beyond belief.
Three hours, and two periods, later, Adrian sat on the sink, in the boy's bathroom, his back to the mirror. It was his lunch period, but, as always, he had no want to eat the food in the school cafeteria. If he did, he knew that he would just end up back in here, bringing the food back up, in to the porcelain bowl. This way, he was skipping fifty percent of the entire scenario.
With a heavy sigh, Adrian slid off of the sink, and turned toward the exit, deciding that he would take the rest of his lunch somewhere else. No sooner had he taken one step toward the door, did it open, and in walked the last person that Adrian had ever expected to see again. It was the guy from earlier that day, Jay, if Adrian remembered correctly, who had helped up Michelle, the girl that he had inadvertantly knocked to the floor. This time, however, Jay was not alone. He walked in with three other guys, all of whom Adrian despised with an unmatched passion.
It didn't take long for the four boys to notice Adrian, and, when Jay caught sight of him, he smirked.
"You're the little asshole that knocked Michelle over, today, aren't ya'?" he asked, more as a statement, than an actual question.
Adrian stood his ground. "So, what?" he challenged, feeling rather smug. "What are you gonna' do about it?"
Jay shrugged. "Nothin'," he said, simply. Adrian raised an eyebrow. "It's not worth it." He smirked, again, and two of his friends laughed.
"Well, then, get out of my way, and we can forget that this sorry excuse for a conversation ever even happened," Adrian suggested, hell bent on leaving, rather than standing around with a bunch of jocks all afternoon. He tried to move around a stalky blonde guy, but, to no avail; the kid wouldn't let him by. Adrian tried to get around another kid, but, he had no luck. "What the fuck?" he shouted, growing very annoyed.
Jay laughed. "If your such a tough guy, you can certainly get yourself out of here, right?" he responded, talking down to Adrian, as if he were a small child. "Come on, kid. Let's see what you've got."
Feeling his blood begin to stir, Adrian made both of his hands in to fists, clentched them, and let them loose, again. He didn't feel like getting suspended, today. Instead, Adrian took all of the energy that he had inside of him, took three steps toward the other boys, and pushed his way through them. It didn't take much; it was what he should have done in the first place.
As he reached the door, Adrian heard a challenge thrown his way.
"You punking out, already, asshole?" Jay called, from behind.
"Fuck you," Adrian said, his voice at a dangerously low level. He stuck up the middle finger of his right hand, waited for just a few seconds, lowered his hand, and pushed his way through the bathroom door.
Author's Note: Kind of short, I know, but, I didn't want to drag the chapter out too much. I hope that you enjoyed reading the chapter! I know that I enjoyed writing it! Thanks for reading! As always, I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...