I can see my homework buddy being grabbed by his throat by a buff, muscular, older-looking man. Several of his "friends" stand behind him, sneering at the choked boy.
Aiden cries, "Daniels, please, I don't have enough."
Daniels tightens his grip. "Do you remember what I said?"
Oh shit, it's just that moron. The dude's so ugly his own mother would want to forget about him. I wonder what kind of roids he took to get that beefy. I would say supply me, but he's going to be giving malnourished children a leg up in terms of looks if he keeps taking them.
About time I make my entrance.
I adjust my sleeves and my backpack. In my left pocket, I stuff goggles and a mask from my backpack. My taser is slotted in my back pocket, and I also have a pepper spray can made to look like a graffiti can. I walk out of the shadows of the alleyway. "You get older every time I see you, Daniels." I wag my finger at him. "Surely you remember back in elementary all those years ago where the no-no zones were, so what you doing touching kids there?"
He growls.
I smirk. "How you doing, best buddy?"
He turns. I can see the irritation on Daniel's face as he holds up Aiden. I owe the guy because I didn't do my homework last week. Lord knows if I fail this next class, I'm going to be a fucking super senior because I'm getting held back.
Daniels seethes as he stares me down. His goons don't even twitch without his permission. Ah, Daniels, a true elder at heart. He's the son of some mafia dude. I don't know who, and it's not my problem. He's bald at 17, what a goddamn loser.
He shouts, "I swear to God, I'm gonna make you commit suicide out of shame."
I flash my best cocky smile, ruffling my white hair at the same time. "Didn't you say that to me last week, and the week before, and the week before that?"
His goons shift their stances, ready to chase after me. But I sure as hell don't feel like running today. I got a different plan in mind.
Aiden shouts from Daniel's grasp, "Run! Get out of here! He's really going to kill you!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Daniel's loosens his grip and throws Aiden into a wall, kneeing him right in his stomach. Saliva and snot come pouring out of poor Aiden like no tomorrow.
I grimace. "Yikes Aiden, you good over there?"
He coughs as Daniels holds him hostage, "Get out of here, man! What are you still doing?"
The goons rush me. Oh, I almost forgot about these idiots.
I pull out a can of pepper spray and spray the first one. The taser that I hid right behind my back comes right out, and I shock the first guy straight to the heart. He seizes on the ground, while the other one swings. I dodge and spray him.
He screams from his eyes being sprayed, and I bounce the can off the back of his head, catching it before charging into his body. I shock him with my taser, crippling him to the ground.
Daniels pushes Aiden to the ground, cracking his fists. "You got any more gadgets in that bag?"
"Oh, maybe a few, but before we fight, catch." I throw my backpack at him. Unbeknownst to him, I have a detonator inside my sleeve. One press, and he's going boom. Well, not literally, but it'll get the job done.
He dodges my backpack with absolute ease. A slight smile turns to horror as his gaze catches what's inside, but it's too late. I press the detonator. Tear gas goes everywhere, spilling all on the road before me, covering both Daniels and Aiden as they both ferociously cough, tears streaming down their faces.
Shutting his eyes and flinging his arms wildly, Daniels shouts, "Damn it! I'll fucking get you!" I put on my goggles and my mask, rushing into the tear gas. I duck under his wild swings and shock him in his ribcage. He swings to counter. I put up my arms in defense and manage to block, but I get sent flying.
He breathes heavily, coughing as he starts limping away before he drops.
I rush over to Aiden, carrying him out of the tear gas. "I got you, pal."
Once we are out of the alleyway, the last coughs fading from his body, he asks, "Why go so far for me?"
I laugh. "That's a stupid question. You're the only guy who does my homework for free. You think I'm going to let you get sent to the hospital?"
He brings out a bitter laugh as he cracks a melancholic smile. "You're tough, I wish I could be like you."
I console him. "Don't need to be, pal. You're good as you are. Just keep staying diligent, carry a weapon or two, and you'll find your way." I slap his back, and a cough from hell explodes from his body. A hearty laugh leaves me. "Besides, if you are me, who the hell else is going to do my goddamn work for me? Now, come on, I'll bring you to the arcade."
He says, "Really, but I don't have any money."
"Duh, you don't have money, of course I'm buying."
We walk right past the school gates, and I feel someone grab my collar. I didn't know somebody wanted to die today. I whiff around, almost swing at the unknown figure, only to stop and clutch my mouth and nose at Mr. Marks, the ugly bastard disciplinary counselor.
He grits his teeth, "Lock Heartreaver."
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
He spits, "Oh, you think you're so fucking cool, don't you?"
"I mean, have you seen me? Who else is rocking a physique and strength straight from the gods themselves? White hair so luscious, it would make a grown man cry, and black eyes to tear through the souls of anyone they look at." I put my hands up for emphasis. "Not to mention a face that would make the kittens cream."
Aiden hangs his head, cringing. "I can't believe you said that out loud."
His face grows red with anger as he shouts, "Lock Heartreaver, get your ass in the counselor's office on the double!"
"Listen, I get it, you're ugly, no need to be jealous. I would say blame yourself, but honestly, you really got fucked in the gene pool lottery."
He ignores my remark. "You're going inside this school, or I call anyone and everyone I can to drag you inside the building-"
"And who the hell is going to make us, you!?" I stare back at him, dead serious. "As much as I joke around, we need some damn freedom, not to be shackled right back to responsibility." After what we experienced, a few drinks wouldn't hurt either.
Aiden suddenly says, "I'm all right, man. You take it easy, okay?"
"Wait, bro, if you go, that means I have to go with this guy."
"Class is still in session, Lock, and you told me to do what I'm good at, so I'm on my way." He flashes a small smile before heading toward the gym, probably to wash off the chemicals from the tear gas.
I yell after his fading figure, "Yeah, but right now, though, like dude, I have a penthouse." I smile at a seething Mr.Marks. "Can I call in sick midday?"
"Inside. Now."
I sigh. "Fine." I just can't win. Aiden gets to run off to finish the rest of his free period, and I have to go to the disciplinary office again. It's my second home at this point, well, in between the detentions, that is.
I make it to the room, and the lady across from me who is supposed to be my counselor, her name is Shoko. She has long, princess-like, purple hair, always wears garters and stockings, massive delicious thighs, and a waist so perfectly crafted that it compliments her slim physique in just the right way. She also has massive tits, and somehow, she has the audacity to wear a mini skirt when she's carrying an entire bakery.
Anyways, she's just about every guy's dream.
And whoever put a ring on it back in high school, I'm going to cuck him. I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna fuck her so goddamn hard that she'll be begging that lucky degenerate for a fucking divorce. Every day that I look at her, I find jealousy burning in my heart, waiting to be unleashed on whoever was lucky enough to marry her.
I sigh, sitting on the very nice leather couch that I have come to know. Leaning back, I stare up at the ceiling and close my eyes. It's funny, she usually says something when I enter, but she's been silent this entire time. Suddenly, I feel her hands upon my face, and my head is just barely touching her chest. This has got to be some form of infidelity or something, because if I heard my bitch was doing this to another man, I would lose my shit.
That man would pray every day that I couldn't find him because he would be lucky if I only castrated him.