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I think so it began during my senior year in high school. I wasn’t that sort of kid who hated the world for being cruel or with any suicidal tendency. I just wanted the world to be MY way. If not, well....Lets just say that person never came back again. I was not a bully. Just a sleeping dragon whom you should poke. I had no friends, the ones I had, I drove them away. I know, kinda harsh right? NOT!!

Kidding! Any ways, lets just say I was an outcast in my high school and it didn’t bother me much as I was all ‘ touch me not or I will cut your dick off’ plant. ( FYI, there is no such plant like that so do not search it on Google or any other website). And people did not come my way which I loved it. Except for Matthew Sanders.

The Matthew Sanders.

The bully of the high school.

The guy who challenged me after class.

The guy on whose head I smashed a Vodka bottle. (which was on the floor, I swear)

Oops!

So there you see, I had a lot of drama in my life which nearly ruined my well functioning brain. I am not those beefy arms type. I am scarce of muscles. Don’t ask me how I got the power to fight but my Dad said it must have been from my mom who died few years ago. Getting drunk all her life.

Again....NOT!!!!

She died of cancer. Leukemia.

Seriously. 

My dad said that my mom was a tomboy. She was all ‘ All hail the Devil’ kinda gal. Which is what caught my dad’s eye. Now don’t ask me my parents love story. Its there business, not mine.

I was no coward. I don’t whimper and cry inside the bathroom stalls. Those days are over and also those are the things that girls do.( when they are PMSing or something).

So my story begins from the day I smashed a glass bottle on Matthews head and kicked him on his sides and screamed, “ How was that, Fucker??”

He groaned and rolled on the floor while I ran towards my home trying to cool my mind. Stupid Assholes. Can’t even let a fucking senior year go with a smooth flow. I sighed as I noticed the black clouds surrounding the neighbourhood. When I reached home, Dad was making Pasta again. Uggh!!! And my sister Cecily was drawing something which looked like disfigured aliens. But whom am I to judge, the kid is only 3. I ruffled her hair knowing it annoys her like shit and ran upstairs.

“ETHAAAAAANNN!!” she screamed. I chuckled. After having a nice bath, I ran downstairs to have the dinner. Dad hurried here and there to arrange the table while I stared at him scuttling around like he was the only interesting thing inside the home. Which wasn’t true.

“ Hands off the table, Ethan.” He scolded me as he gave an ice pack. I gave him a questioning look and he pointing at my black eye. Fucking Matthew Sanders. I held it on my eye as I poked my fork in the pasta( which took my apeitite). My dad gave me an annoying look that said ‘Don’t you dare leave your food and go.’ I held the ice pack tightly on my eye and munched on the same pasta I had yesterday and again day after yesterday. Cecily was not complaining so that meant she loved his food. I don’t know why??

“ So what was the occasion this time?” he asked with his ‘oh-so’ sarcastic tone. I glared at him but did not answer. Cecily giggled for no reason and continued eating her pasta.

“ Matthew.” I grumbled and pushed my plate away. He sighed and put down his fork and looked at me.

“ So this time its not your fault.” He kind of verified. I shook my head as I stared  at my uneaten pasta. “ He challenged me.” I answered.

“ So you jump on the opportunity to fight him and also get a black eye as a reward. You know, this is why you are slacking off in your studies. Your teacher called me, Mr. Norman. He is disappointed in your grades. This is your senior year. You can’t waste it fighting.” He spoke with so much of frustration and strictness that my brain nerves were twitching.

“ It won’t happen again, dad” I mumbled. He resumed eating grumbling ‘Damn right it won’t.’

I got up and went to my bed still with the icepack on my eye. He did not say anything as he was busy talking to Cecily. So it was best for me to go to bed.

Ugghhh!! Fucking black eye.

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“ C again, Mr. Salt.” Said Mr. Hugh as he passed my Physics paper. I passed....for now so no problem. I sighed and returned to my seat. This was frustrating. I put my head down and slept till the bell for lunch time was rung. See? No one bothers me. And i love it! I walked down the huge corridor yawning away. Girls rolling their eyes , mumbling ‘jerk’ or something and guys just well, I don’t care what they do. Thats their fucking business. It was now the season of prom and whatever so there was a hell lot of commotion in the hall. With the theme and dresses, drugs and alcohol. Sex. It was nose wrinkling gossips. The posters was all over the wall of the main hall. I looked at one, it was really colourful, made by those girls from newspaper club. I sighed, why do people want to get so busy over something that is going to create so many differences in their appearances and attitude? Why just let materialistic thing rule our life?

“Actually thats an interesting question.” A voice chimed in. I looked beside me to see a man looking at the same poster as I was. He was all that I wasn’t. Model looks, well defined jaw and ruffled up brown hair. He was dressed casually so I assumed one of the transferred jock from another school. Handsome guys are all pussies. Believe me. But this guy, this guy gave me different vibe like a aura of self confidence. I could see he was older than me and lot bigger than me.

Why am I giving a bio data of this person?

Lets just say he is the main character of this story.

I raised my eyebrow at him and asked,” Did I just say that out loud?”

“ Loud and Clear” he said with a genuine smile. “ Not that I am not impressed. I am kind of thinking too now that you reminded me.”

“ Well welcome, .......I guess.” I said looking back at the poster, then I seem to realize....

“ Have we met somewhere?” I asked. He shook his head and said, “ Not that I remember of any encounter, but not that I wish I hadn’t.”

“ Really? It seems I have seen you somewhere.” I said. He was going to reply that a loud screeching sound made my heart race like a bullet train.

“ ETHAAAAN!!!!!” roared Matthew Sanders from far opposite of the school hall looking like the angry Hulk but not green so.....ummm humanly hulk. His nostril flaring like a charging bull with a bandage on his head.

“ I AM GONNA KILL YOU FUCKER.” He screamed as he ran from the far side. I made a run for it.

“ Ummm.... why are we running?” the guy from the hallway asked running beside me. I gave him a questioning look and said, “ What do you mean by ‘we’? i am running? Why are you running?” i took a turn to the left heading towards the gym.

“ Well, I was feeling curious. Thats all.” He said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes. “ Who was the guy?”

“ Someone who doesn’t like me.” I answered. “ Well I can see that.” He seemed to mumble.

“ ETHAAAN, COME BACK AND FIGHT YOU FUCKER.” Matthew screamed. I ignored the urge to snap at him.

“ Here, Come on.” The guy whispered and pull me inside a closed storage.

“ What the...? i snapped but felt his hand covering my mouth. I pushed him but surprisingly he was holding me tight, not with force but kind of protective. “Shhhh.” He shushed me. I raised my one eyebrow and rolled my eyes. I managed to pull off his hand and snapped, “ Dude, what the hell???!!”

“ Keep quiet.” He whispered harshly to me. Oh no he did not. I glared at him and cried, “ What do you think you are doing let me go?”

The footstep seemed near us and the heavy breathing sound confirmed that it was Mathews.

“ You aren’t going to shut up are you?” He asked.

“ Oh hell no!!! I ain’t afraid of that mothe-“ i could not complete my words when his lips were sealed on mine. He moved his lips like a professional and was trying to open my mouth. What stopped me from restraining was the screams and threats of Matthew from across that door. My wide eyes were enough for a person to know I was panicking and scared. What the hell does this man think he is doing???

After I heard Matthew stomping away, he moved his lips away slowly like he was savouring it.

He sighed and said with a chuckle. “ Well that was a close one.”

And he was on the ground. As my fist collided on his jaw. Sure it hurt like hell but he damn well deserved it. Instead of groaning in pain he was laughing.

“ Wow for a tiny guy like you that ‘s one hot of a punch.” He said. I glared at him.

‘ What the hell was that? You freaking kissed me, you jackass.” I cried out in anger.

“ I am sorry, I should have warned you but you were not shutting up so that was the only alternative.” He said with a shrug and got up.

“ You know what, Don’t you fucking talk to me again.” I said and made it towards the door.

“ You see, Thats impossible. I am gonna have to say no to that.” He said. I looked back and there it was, that moment where you kind of get lost in someone’s eyes like its the only thing that will matter to you forever. He was giving me this stare that said only I can see that part of him.. the part that made him kiss me senseless without my permission and nothing can make him stop to do it again. Not even me. I was feeling a light blush creep in my pale cheeks. I was not gay, what the hell is happening? I did not even know his name.

“ Do whatever the fuck you want.” I mumbled and I was out of there. I need to cool my head and that was all.

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The last period was gym and kind of boring. Thank God ! the coach was absent and we had a free time. Jocks were playing basketball. Nerds doing their homeworks. Girls gossiping and walking around. I was the only person in this entire gym who was not busy at all.

Today was different and scary. The freaking guy kissed me. A 17 year old boy. Like a pro. I wanted to scream and pull my hair out. This was insane!!! Who the hell does that.

The sound of the whistle broke the noise. We all looked at the front of the office. Guys and girls were already lining up. Seems like the coach is back.

“Line up!!” the voice roared. The guys were shouting with excitement and girls were screaming.

What the hell? Were they such fans of Coach Steel??

I peered from the crowd and my eyes went wide.

“ Okay guys you seem to show good response so let me get this straight. I am going to be your new coach till my Father Mr. Steel is not fully recovered. You see, he has broken one of his leg so that needs to be mended.” He said with a smile,” For those who doesn’t know, My name is Damian Steel, I am the current linebacker for the White Wolves Football team and I will be happy to teach you all.” He smiled and was looking directly at me with those familiar green eyes. “ I hope we get along these coming days.”

I gulped.

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A/N: I really don’t know about the football thing so please forgive me if I write something wrong about that game. *Bows*

Until next time.

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