|The Soundtrack of a Small Town
Author: shes-an-open-book PM
He was convinced the entire human race was out to get him. He was determined not to make friends in this pitiful excuse for a town. So why were the nicest girl on earth and the most beautiful boy he had ever seen suddenly fighting for his heart?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 8,824 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 06-18-08 - Published: 02-18-08 - id: 2477284
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Track04: Pull Me In
I growl the next morning as Sydney's alarm goes off at an ungodly hour. I refuse to get up but she doesn't seem to care. She tickles me, fucking tickles me, until I relent and sit up straight. Her beaming smile is at its brightest. Her bed-head is insane, and it's almost cute. Not that cute is even a word in my vocabulary. I don't fucking want to go to school. Dealing with Syd is bad enough.
I totally did not just call her Syd.
And shit, I even let her tickle me. If it were anyone else I would have punched them square in the face, regardless of gender. Fuck, I need to get the hell away from this bitch. She's making me lose my bitter edge. I'm a fucking asshole and I'd like to stay that way, thanks. I need to piss again...
I stumble into the nearest bathroom and strip off the remainder of my clothing. Getting into the shower, I take my much needed leak. I don't give a shit. Once I finish, I realize that I don't have any clothing to wear. Well, guess I can't go to school. What a shame.
I wrap a towel around my waist loosely and head into Sydney's room. She immediately blushes upon seeing me. Can't say I blame her. I'm wet, shiny, and practically naked over here. She's probably having a orgasm just looking at me.
I am definitely not conceited.
She's staring at my abdomen and I can't figure out why until I look down and see a thick silver line of scar tissue. It starts on my chest and runs downward, intersecting a large patch of bruises on my ribs before disappearing beneath the towel. The bruises are blotchy and yellow, like a foreign fungus growing on my skin. Sydney isn't blushing anymore and this is the first time I've seen her without a smile.
Fuck, now she's going to ask her obtrusive questions. I don't want to fucking deal with this right now, or ever for that matter.
"So, you need something to wear, right?" She's not going to ask me. Even more points for her. The score now stands, Sydney: 3 Rest of the human race: 0. I nod my response to her. "You could use some clothes that Mason left here. I'm sure they'd fit you." She pulls said garments from her wardrobe. Holy fucking shit...
They have fucking sequins.
If she honestly thinks that I would ever, in my entire fucking life, wear anything even remotely similar to that, then this bitch is even more fucked up than I thought. I scowl at her dramatically and she giggles and nods. "Yeah, can't say I blame you. I'll ask Hayden if he has anything you can borrow."
I follow her to, what I assume to be, her brother's room. She knocks on his door and asks if he has an outfit to spare He tells her to send me in. Upon entering, I find that he is very naked. So, two guys, one naked and one in nothing but a towel. I like the sound of this situation. "So, did you fuck my sister?" No, but I would like to do so to you...
"What do you fucking think?' He grins lazily at me and turns around to face his dresser. Well, there's his ass.
"Yeah, I didn't think so. Especially not with her heart being so attached to Mason." He adds the second statement almost as an afterthought. I don't really think it was directed towards me, not that I fucking care. He turns his head in my direction and I see him smirk. "Like what you see?" Turning around, he hands me a pile of clothing. I raise an eyebrow and smirk back.
"I could say the same to you." Oh good lord, I'm flirting with Sydney's brother. Why the fuck do I almost feel guilty?
At least these clothes don't have fucking sequins on them.
Sydney and I soon make our way to the bus stop that we share. I still don't see why the damn thing comes so early. Again, it is extremely crowded so I have no choice but to sit with Sydney. I'm left to wonder whether I would have done so if there had been empty seats available. Shortly after we begin moving, Sydney yawns and smiles at me. "I'm so tired, I normally don't stay up all night talking to people." By people, she means me, and it gives me an odd feeling. I'm reminded of how out of control my life has become in the last few days. She has the fucking nerve to lay her head on my shoulder and close her eyes. Bitch please, back the fuck off.
I don't move her.
I don't really want to believe it's true, but maybe...we're actually...
This is so fucked up. I can not believe I just thought that. I don't have, nor do I want, mother fucking friends. When you make friends, you trust them. When you trust people, it only leads to having your fucking soul crushed. There is no way I'm going to let some stupid ass little red-head ruin my fucking life and crush my pathetic excuse for a soul.
Why the hell is the bus driver playing country music!?
Fuck me, we're friends. There is no fucking denying it. I haven't had a friend since like, fucking fifth grade, so I don't really know how this shit works. But I'll tell you this much, Sydney may have broken my barrier but no one else is going to come close...especially that pink-haired, sequins wearing, faggot asshole. Why am I even thinking about him? What-the fuck-ever.
Chemistry is one of the classes that I share with Sydney and Mason. We are told to split into groups of three or four and head over to the lab stations. Guess who I'm lucky enough to end up with? Mason starts out on our assignment right away and Sydney informs me that he usually does all of the work. What ever, as long as I pass this class. I would like to get the hell out of this shit-hole school as soon as possible. Sydney tries to make conversation with me, normally I wouldn't reply, but I offer her minimal statements. After all, we're fucking friends now. How did I let my life come to this? The two soon start whispering to each other. I roll my eyes at them. What are we, in fucking third grade now, assholes? Next, it's Mason's turn to try and speak to me. I completely ignore his existence.
Lunch goes by in pretty much the same manner. I can tell that my blatant disregard for Mason is pissing him off. He keeps shooting glares between me and Syd whenever we speak to each other, which isn't very often. Just because we're friends now doesn't mean I've had a sudden epiphany and changed my way of existence. Sydney seems to try and console him by creating numerous opportunities for me to talk to the kid. I absolutely refuse to take the bait and after a while, she seems to give up.
The day seems to pass quicker than my first here. Before too long, the bell has rung and I'm standing at my locker collecting my meager belongings. I move quickly to ensure that I can make it to my bus in time. Now that I'm out of the city, I'm beginning to see the usefulness of cars. I slam my locker shut and turn to see none other than Mason standing with his hip leant against the locker next to me, a wicked smile curved on his face. I act as if I haven't the slightest clue who he is and turn in the opposite direction, taking off towards the front of the building. I feel a hand clamp on my shoulder and practically growl as I jerkily shrug it off. What right does this fucker think he has, grabbing at me with his filthy little hands? "You're coming with me." He drawls lazily, as if it wasn't the most absurd statement I have ever heard.
"Hell-mother fucking-no I'm not." I pick up my pace but he doesn't give up. He latches onto my arm and fucking drags me away from my intended direction. His sharp fucking nails are the only thing that keeps me from ripping out of his grip. God, he's such a fucking girl.
"Get over yourself and shut up. My house isn't that far of a walk from here." I'm pretty sure my bus has left by now, so my options are looking to be, either going home with Mason or remaining stranded at the school for the rest of the night. I guess Mason's it is.
He wasn't kidding when he said his house wasn't a far walk. It's practically across the fucking street. Though I may be a bit biased, having to have walked everywhere for the last three years of my life. His house is fucking nice too, even nicer than Sydney's. Wonderful, not only is he a complete faggot, he's a fucking rich bitch.
He leads me into a room that is as obnoxious as can be expected with this fuck-wit. His neon pink walls are covered in posters portraying nude people of both genders. Between these, sketches of dresses, shirts, and pants are randomly tacked. He saunters over to a large stereo and loud music begins to pour from the speakers. It's low and dark, dominated by slow and heavy bass, the kind of music that makes me want to fuck someone.
I casually plop myself on his bed, stretching my arms leisurely above my head. If I'm stuck here, I might as well get comfortable. He takes a seat at the end of the bed and grins at me. Ugh, he is seriously trying to seduce me. What the fuck? "I'm not fucking you, so get that grin off of your face, drop the sexy act, and get over it." He laughs a little but doesn't relent. It's starting to piss me the fuck off.
"Oh, it's not an act." I scoff in response and the subject seems to drop. "So, why'd you move to this shitty town anyway?" Well I can agree with him on the shitty part I contemplate ignoring him completely until I realize how ineffective that method has proven to be so far. Hostility perhaps? That is a favorite of mine.
"None of your fucking business, that's why." Ah yes, I do enjoy my attitude so. A thought crosses my mind, one of those crazy-but-it-just-might-work type things. I bet that I if were to tell him the real reason I was sent here, he'd want to have nothing to do with me. And that is my ultimate goal here isn't it? I laugh and he raises an undoubtedly plucked eyebrow at me.
"You wanna know the real reason I'm here?" He nods in an uncaring fashion and mouths 'duh'. What a fucking brat. "Well, the state didn't exactly approve of my career choice. Apparently, fucking people for money isn't within my constitutional rights. So they picked me up and condemned me to this hell hole. I was pretty pissed too. Personally, I see nothing wrong with prostitution. I mean hey, it's better than sitting at home wondering if my dad was gonna fuck or just beat me that night. Nifty story, right?" My tone is almost sarcastic as I look over expecting to see him shocked and appalled. I'm highly disappointed to see quite the opposite. His smirk looks almost as smug as mine. Well what the fuck? That was the best plan I had.
"So you're gay after all." Who the fuck does this little prick think he is? Someone needs to teach this kid a lesson. I sit up and punch him square in the face all in one swift motion. Instead of crying, which is what I expected from the pussy, he has the nerve to punch me back. He's just full of surprises. A fight rapidly ensues and we both end up on the floor somehow. I've easily got the upper hand with him pinned under me , but he does mange to get in a few decent blows. The pain is nothing to me. I've gotten the shit beat outta me more than once and this is a paper cut compared to that. Still, he's a scrappy little bitch, I'll give him that.
Once his nose is sufficiently bleeding, I conclude that I've done enough damage. I let go and roll myself off of him but not before leaning down and practically growling "Maybe this'll teach you to think twice before pissing off a kid from the streets." Heck, I think I'm pretty intimidating, but he laughs. The mother fucker is laughing at me while blood, caused by my fist, is pouring out of his nose. I get back on top of him and roughly shove his shoulders onto the ground. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
His laughing barely subsides before he practically whispers "This." And with that, he leans up and kisses me, bloody nose and all.
I must really be more of a moron than even I am aware of because I kiss him back with equal force. Pain sprouts from the split in my lip left over from our altercation, but the feeling of kissing this undeniably sexy boy easily assuages the stinging.
I'm not sure why or how it ends, but eventually it does and we are left panting and bloody. He smoothly stands and offers a hand to help me up. I take it, admittedly still a bit dazed. Mason leads me into an average sized bathroom decorated as modernly as the rest of the house. We wash the pink smudges from our faces in relative silence. I look in the mirror at the two of us and cringe at the gruesome sight. I don't regret it though. I haven't gotten any in a while so it was bound to happen sooner or later. Too bad I didn't fuck him.
Then again, there's always tomorrow
What do you think...?
Okay, so I have to share with you guys a quote from my friend on the subject of this story and Jules...
"...and Jules is like highschool student gone horribly wrong, I just want to put him over my knee and spank him..."
Anyway, it's been awhile but have no fear! Today marks the beginning of summer break and I have absolutely nothing planned for the next two and a half months so that leaves plenty of time for writing!!