High school, Heartbreak and Hitbacks

CHAPTER 1: Made You Look“Fuck!” he exclaimed, jolted into consciousness by a cold bucket of water on a rather chilly spring morning. “What the hell mom? Why’d you—”“Did you just cuss in my house Marcus?”“What? You woke me up with a bucket of water. What was I supposed to scream? Hallelujah?” he said, trying to control his emotions. His soaked white tank-top revealed the meagre figure that laid under it. Nothing too outstanding, but nothing overtly disgusting either. The water on his dark, afro hair gradually trickled down his face that, by the way, was still recovering from a tormenting bout of acne. His pitch-black eyes and pouted mouth showcased an emotion that wreaked of nothing but contempt.“I wouldn’t have needed the bucket of water if you heard your alarm… that rung seven times. Forgotten why you set the alarm in the first place?” she gestured to the phone on the side table, and the brown folder beside it. Both which were just a couple feet to the right of the bed. “How does

Chapter 3: Let It GoNot sure enough credit is given to the serene city of Phoenix. I mean sure, it wasn't the richest city, but it wasn’t the poorest. It wasn't the most beautiful, but it wasn't the ugliest either. It was just... there, I guess. But at the same time, it felt so peaceful. So loud yet so quiet. So, exhilarating yet calming at the same time. It was during afternoon drives like this, one really appreciated the little things this peaceful city joyously gave, but from the look on Marcus's face, the city could burn down to its very last atom for all he cared. "Now we've talked about this okay. I don't want any unnecessary fights between you two today. Your brother's finally getting out of therapy and–""That's what you said last time ma"She sent a heart-drilling look in his direction through the rearview mirror. Luckily for him, he was staring aloofly at the majestic trees, as they etched closer and closer to their final destination."Like I was saying, he's finally getti

Chapter 5: Miss Johnson"So did you get the–""Nope. Rejected me for the seventh time man.""Damn. That's cold." "Yeah, but it's cool. Pretty sure the next one will–""That's what you said last time Marcus. And the time before that–" Devon settled into his seat just behind Marcus's. "Yeah well it's not like I can be for sure whether or not a platform is gonna accept it. They all have shitty standards." He brought out his books and laid them on his desk."Yeah, well after seven tries bro, don't you think the problem isn't the sites?""And what's that supposed to mea–""Hey guys!" A cheery voice echoed, just beside Devon. Her bob hairstyle drawn back behind her ears were complimented by her intriguing set of blue eyes. She worked those "cat-like" set of glasses, and though she didn't look or dress like a nerd, hanging around with Devon and Marcus was nerd gang territory. It was GIA certified. She was one of them."Oh, sup Alicia?""Hey Pretty lady" Marcus said, just glancing at her fo

CHAPTER 7: Venom and Lawsuits“What’s the hurry pimples? Where you going in such a rush?” He said with a devilish grin on his face.“Come on now Mitch. We don’t have to do this. Not here. Not right now. It’s closing time. Can’t we just postpone this to tomorrow?” Trying to plead his case, he glared at the characters and figures that walked past him like he was transparent. Maybe in fact, he was. I mean, if not for Ryan when he dropped him off, and Vanessa in the cafeteria, it was pretty safe to say, close to nobody really acknowledged his presence in this school. And now that Ryan wasn’t here, and Vanessa was probably already in the bus, no one, and I mean absolutely no one, was gonna distract Mitch from getting down to business now.“When I’m done with you, just hearing my name will send shivers down your spine” He cracked his knuckles just before clenching his fist. A few characters stood by to watch the fight, but there was still nobody there that could help him escape a looming as

Chapter 9: For the Night“Well I’m the owner of the car, so I’m pretty sure whatever it is, I should know about it.”“Okay… well umm… there’s this party—”“No.”“Hold up, you haven’t even heard the full thing.”“I don’t care about the full thing Marcus, you’re not going and that’s final.”“But—”“Don’t argue with me on this one. I said no. And that’s it.”“Uggghhh. Sometimes mom, you just make me want to—”“What’s going on here?” Ryan walked into the mix, his hands dripping water.“Well… your brother, who has never ever liked humans in general, has the sudden urge to go for a party. Later tonight if I’m not wrong” she looked back at her younger son who had rage and frustration nailed into one overwhelming facial expression. “Of course it’s later tonight. Do you kids think I was born yesterday or something? I know what happens at parties like that.”“And what’s the problem with that?” Ryan said in a split and sudden moment of agreement with his supposed archenemy. “Wait…what?” Mrs. Bo