Unused (Jayce)A Chapter by Alice Patterson
In my defence, I was just fine with being an only child. Even my mom didn't know she was having twins!
But whatever, it's not like Rayce and I are are, like, identical or something. I wouldn't want to look THAT gross.
So I'm sitting here in this little nook between the cafateria (that always has a delightful stench of HORSE VOMIT and PERIOD BLOOD) and the school chainlink fence, when also has a beautiful odor of marajuana.
But if you get close enough to smell it, you're probably getting your a*s kicked, and your face has been slammed into it. It's after school, and I am perfectly content just sitting here reading this poorly written werewolf novel, when Boxton (who's name sounds disturbingly like botox) and Castiel (some French exchange kid that I could care less about) walks by.
"Nah, man! It's D flat, not E!"
"I'm telling ya', dude! He hits that string just right-"
"Hey band geeks!" I call out, "Why don't you take your music talk somewhere else, I'm tryna' read!"
Not my fault that I snapped- I'm majorly PMSing right now. And Rayce is suidical because of it.
I'm normally a pleasant person to be around. Just not in the second week of every month.
"Whoop whoop, looks like we got ourselves a babe today!" Says Boxton while Castiel whistle.
"Leave me alone." I say cautiously. I'm not usually subject to rape every other day.
"C'mon babe- don't leave us like-"
I take the back of Boxton's head, hair plump and knotty in my palm and shove it into the fence.
While I smile, I wonder if he smells the marajuana.
© 2012 Alice Patterson
Added on May 5, 2012
Last Updated on May 5, 2012
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