I came back up the goddam stairs. I wasn't in the mood for any more crazy-bitch food going down my fucking throat. So I beat it. I got the hell outta there. That's the truth.
When I got back into my room I saw Falco putting on MY goddam leather jacket.
"Just what the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded. He looked up at me. He was chewing half a goddam bagel in his mouth. The greedy bastard..
"Oh hey Foxy." He said, zipping up the goddam coat. "I got a date tonight. Thought I'd borrow your jacket."
"Jesus Christ. Don't stretch the goddam sleeves." He was more muscular then me. I have to admit it, he was. So when he put on my goddam jacket he did stretch the goddam sleeves. I wasn't just shooting crap there.
"I won't." he said. He was, though. The lieing bastard.
"Who's your date with? That sexy pink cat?" I asked, smirking like a goddam bastard. Falco scoffed.
"Fuck no!" he rolled his eyes. "That old cow? Puh-leez. I dumped her ass weeks ago. I'm goin' out with Fara."
"Fara?" I asked, my eyes widening. "You sonuvvabitch.." He knew damn well enough that I'd had sex with Fara before. The bastard. I wanted to punch him right in the ass.
"Hey could you do me a favor?" he asked. Son of a bitch. Always asking for favors. He yawned "If you could just write a composition paper for me well I'm gone, see, I won't have time to write it. It's due Monday and all." I hate it when people yawn. Especially when they're asking for your help. Pretending like he's doing you a big favor by letting you help him.. The damned mother fucker..
"Why the hell are you askin' me?" I said, as I walked over to my bed and sat down on it. "I'm the one flunking out of this fucking school. Have you seen my goddam grades?"
Falco shrugged. "It doesn't have to be good. It just has to be about the goddam G diffusors on the N class arwings, for chrissake." Falco walked over to the men's lockerroom. I followed.
"Why don't you ask Slippy? He's the fucking engineering wiz."
"Slippy's probably dead by now. We left him at the fucking well, remember?" said Falco. He began to comb his feathers back. Stupid bitch. Always combing his feathers back. Falco basically lived in front of the goddam mirror. So damn full of himself.
We got to the men's lockerroom. Once inside we took off our clothes and stepped into the showers. There was no goddam privacy in that lockerroom. The shower stalls had no fucking curtains, so you had to stand infront of your classmates bare ass naked. I felt like a goddam faggot.
"So you gonna write that composition paper or what?" Falco asked, as he rubbed soap under his goddam arm pits.
"Fuck, man. I dunno. If I damn well feel like it, maybe." I grunted. Then the most crazy bitch thing happened. This one fucker, a lizard named Leon, he came into the goddam lockerroom and stole all our mother fucking clothes. Leon is one of Wolf's fucking cronies, and he's flitty. I'm sure of it. The gay perv.
Falco groaned. "Oh for fuck sake… Now we gotta walk back to the dormroom naked." At this point he turned aroung, exposing his bare ass. I thought about it for a minute, then decided to kick his ass. Just for the hell of it. So I winded up my foot and kicked right up the ass. He fell face down on the goddam locker room floor. And lemme tell you, I beat it. I got outta the goddam room as fast as I could. I didn't even realize I was naked until I was halfway down the hall.
I looked left and right. No one was in the goddam hallway, for chrissake. Good. I tip toed up to the goddam elevator and clicked a button. A few moments later the doors slid open and I walked in. No one was in. I was lucky. I was so nervous, though, I felt like I was gonna pee. I admit it, I piss when I'm nervous. I tried to hold It in, though.
Suddenly the elevator stopped and the fucking doors slid open. And do you know who the fuck was standing right there? Krystal.