From Seth's pov

From Seth's pov

Just another day in the hell hole, yup high school. All is busy with insignificant unimportant work assigned by the overseers of each sector in this evil institute. I don’t even know why I even come any more. I’m fucking 21 years old and I am walking around a high school, the resource officers don’t even bother with me any more. I suppose I returned to one of my personal hells to protect the few that I trust. I was in their place before and I guess I want to help keep them from getting hurt. Protect them from all these hypocritical, pedophilic, religious slave drivers. Its time for time for my smoke break, I can feel the anxiety coming over me. The bath room is where I can smoke in peace with out getting much grief for the teachers. I go into the rest room. It’s the same as always, unsanitary, like the janitors haven’t cleaned it in years, and they probably haven’t. I catch a glimpse of myself in the grimy mirror. I always wondered why all those nasty STD infested cheer leaders hit on me; I don’t see what they see in me. I’m just some punk. My face has more holes than Swiss cheese. I don’t even look that clean either; I look rough… like I just got over a really bad hang over. I am constantly high, hell I have taken 4 drags of my joint since I got in this room. They shouldn’t be interested in me. I wish they weren’t but ever damn one of them wants me…fuck. I guess I look better than I think I do…I was mother’s favorite after all. Just the thought of that bitch’s name makes me cringe… damn Kathy should go to hell. She ruined my life, ruined my trust, and ruined my sanity. I don’t want to stay on this topic. Six more drags, I have only been in here for a few minutes.
The lunch bell rang, time to drag my ass to meet up with my friends, heh its surprising that I have some of those. I doubt it is good for them to hang around some one like me, oh well their funeral. I ditch the bath room and head down the long yellowed hallway. Some one should really change these damn lights. On second thought maybe they should keep them make it look how it really is. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice in distress. “Hey get off of me! Gah!” Alex! I swear he is the one who gets targeted the most next to David. It’s never good for things like this to happen to Alex, it could be fatal to him. A paper cut could be deadly to him, he was always sick. I can’t even remember how many times I had to rush his ass to the hospital. He had cancer at one point, gone now, but it may come back. He still has a shitty immune system; he still hasn’t bounced all the way back from the last incident. I don’t waste time when it comes to Alex being bullied. I was to him in a fraction of a second and those jock bastards were down in five. He looks like shit…has more bruises…fantastic. “…You ok man?” He looks at me I can tell he is kinda out of it. To him I probably looked like I was doing cartwheels or some thing. I notice that he finally focuses on me. “Yeah…Thanks Seth, I’m fine.” Ha fine my ass, he tried to take a step and nearly ran into wall. David’s class must have gotten out late; he was just now coming up behind us. There was no mistake that it was him; you can hear those high heel shoes from miles away. “Alex!” Yup that was him alright; him and his high pitch voice. I don’t know how he does it, I think he trained his voice to stay at that octave. David has a thing for Alex, too bad for him Alex is straight. He still tried his best to show Alex he cares…it makes me feel nauseous. “Oh my god hun are you ok!” There’s his annoying voice again, he is so….I don’t know…he just cares too much about people. He actually supports Alex physically and emotionally, I just don’t get it. If Alex is straight then he gets nothing out of helping him, so why does he do it. I guess I am just not meant to understand it. Some times I wish I could be so selfless, but I am a selfish bastard and I can’t seem to change that.
The smell of school slop gets stronger as we get closer to the mess hall, cafeteria or what ever you want to call it. “Hey Seth!” The suddenness and volume of his voice startled me. That damn Henry! Geez he should know not to sneak up on me but he does any way. He is one of the three people that has the ability to sneak up on me like that, every one else I can hear from a fair distance away. He got up right behind me and surprised me like that, big mistake. Even though I knew it was him my body reacted on its own. I swung at him hard and fast, the adrenaline rush put extra power into it, some how he was able to catch my fist. Its weird and unsettling how this boy can read me so easily, but for some reason I can’t stay away from him. That also bothers me, I can’t stay away from him. I want to be around him… I almost want him to touch me, even though I hate being touched. It freaks me out; I am homophobic and even worse I think I may be turning into a fag myself. He is bisexual and single, I almost want to try my luck with him but I don’t was to be gay. The idea scares me, I get flash backs of my child hood and the abuse that happened back then. I’ll confront it later.
“…Lost in thought?” I look at him I guess I was for a while. “Yeah I guess.” I shrugged the question off hoping he would push it, but I knew better. He was definitely going to push it. “Thought so. So what are you thinking about? Any thing interesting?” Ding ding ten points for me I was right. He pushed it and was wearing that stupid smile too, that smile that could make any one want to claim him as theirs. It made me just want to shove my tongue in his mouth. Damn I am such a sex driven person. He wasn’t the only one I liked… there was a girl too. “I guess it’s some thing you don’t feel like sharing today hu spiky?”
“Don’t call me spiky. It’s annoying.”
“Alright Mohawk man, I won’t call you that then.”
“Don’t call me Mohawk man either…I have a name use it.”
“Ok sorry Seth, you seem extra grumpy today what’s wrong?”
“Just can’t get some thing off my mine ok.” I didn’t realize that we stopped in the hall way. Every one else was already in the lunch room I guess, it was just me and him. I was suddenly a little nervous. I wanted to light another joint to ease my nerves and relive the stress.
“You sure you should be lighting that up in school?”
I looked down at my hands; I had a joint in one and my lighter in the other. I did it unconsciously. This is such a bad habit. Too late now it was already lit why waste it? I took a few drags things were starting to feel good. I was feeling better but I know my limit I was reaching the point at which I would be out of it and say things with out thinking. I realized the joint in my hand was suddenly missing. I looked up a little annoyed to see that Henry took my joint and was taking a few drags himself! That son of a bitch took my Marry Jane, but damn he looked sexy smoking it. Gah! What was I thinking, I am not gay why did that thought even enter my mind! I looked away from him quickly. “… Are you ok?” His face was puzzled, my expression must not have been as composed as I tried to make it. I probably looked freaked out maybe even horrified. “Yeah I am fine, I’m fine.” I was not fine right now all I wanted to do was grab is fucking face and kiss him right here and now.