A/N: This story will be written from now on in first person due to my own complications with third person writing. (Not due to fantasizing)
"Mr. Jacobs, I don't care what your intentions were today. We don't tolerate that kind of language!" Principal Warren stated a known fact.
"Yes sir." I said, not blinking.
"This band of yours, was it your idea?" he asked.
"No sir, it was Lenny's." I retorted, he looked out into the waiting room at Lenny, who was hitting on a sophomore.
"Alright, you can leave with a warning; send everyone but Leonard back to class." Warren said, nodding to me.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." I thanked, exiting the imprisonment of the office.
"Lenny, Sir Bitches-alot wants you in his office." I said, opening the door and leading the others out.
"Shit." Lenny muttered.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I gathered my mountain of shit and exited the class. I walked swiftly down the hallway, winding up in front of my locker a minute or two later. I speedily turned the dial and opened my locker, slamming the door against the next locker over. I pulled my sunglasses out, and slid them on. The world turned slightly darker as I slammed my locker shut. I walked speedily out of the building. I collided with someone, long blonde hair flew in the air as we both crashed hard to the ground. My head was spinning for a second before I brought myself to a sitting position. The other person leaned up as well. It was a girl; she had to have been at least sixteen.
"I'm sorry." I said, getting up. All of her stuff was spread across the ground due to my ability to not pay attention.
"It's okay." She said, picking her stuff up off the ground. I got down on my knees and helped her gather her things up off the sidewalk.
"I'm Kyle Jacobs by the way." I said.
"Yeah, I know who you are." She replied, looking over at me. "We've met before." She replied.
"When?" I asked, confused.
"This morning dumbass, I told you that principal warren wanted you." She retorted, zipping her bag up.
"Oh, shit, sorry." I apologized.
"Don't worry bout it." she started walking off.
"I didn't catch your name." I called to her.
"I didn't give it." she replied, not even turning around. I picked my own bag up off the ground, walking down the sidewalk.
"STOP! FUCK!" I heard a voice call. I looked over into the alley next to the hell-hole building to see a kid fucking up another, much scrawnier kid. I considered walking away, but then the kid was thrown hard into the brick. I rushed forward, driving my fist as hard as I could into the bully's jaw; he stumbled back as I reared up and kicked him in the stomach as hard as my athletic legs could bear. The Bully hit the floor, dazed for a second, computing what just happened. He got to his feet slowly, smiling at me. He was a little taller than me, but was heavier, clearly. He dug his knuckles into my cheek, sending me stumbling backwards.
"Break my sunglasses and I will royally ruin your day." I said. I threw a punch into his stomach, causing him to stumble back. I took two steps up the wall, bringing me level with his head and dropkicked him. Though that move wasn't my intention, he dropped to the ground, down for the fucking count.
"you are gonna wake up with a very painful headache asshole." I said, kneeling next to his unconscious body.
Mindi kicked the mugger in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground wheezing. His switchblade, now safely nestled in her hand, was nearing his neck. Mindi drove it instead into his arm,
"Don't think I didn't want to do it you cunt." She said, spitting on the muggers screaming face. She grew angry with the screams, so she kicked the thug in the temple. He was rendered unconscious and she left the scene before the sirens arrived.
I looked at my hands, the knuckles were torn up with their usage today, I thought about what I did, how I did it. Quite frankly I had no idea how or why I did what did, but something that night clicked in my head, something that had lie dormant forever until that night. I searched my drawers for clothes; I drew a white underarmor shirt out of my dresser and a pair of white pants. I pulled a white hoodie out of my dresser and cut below the shoulders using fabric scissors. I pulled the makeshift costume on and looked at myself.
"I swear to fucking god I'm certifiable." I said to myself. I took the hood off and thought about it.
"Kyle, I got a date to go to. Will you be okay here?" My dad called,
"Yeah dad, I'm gonna be seventeen in a week!" I said back.
"Okay, enjoy yourself!" he said.
"Yeah, yeah whatever!" I called back, annoyed. The door shut, I looked at myself again. I pulled the hood on and walked over to the window. My dad pulled out of the driveway and I opened the window. I dropped off my roof and onto my hot tub. I vaulted the deck and took off down my street as fast as I could.