It is not bad being a high schooler. Even if classes suck balls, there are plenty of hot girls around. Plenty of hot teachers too, and I can see their mature charm now just like Alex has. This is because I am much older mentally. Like much, much older.
"How would I know? I am not into girls," Alex snorts.
"So, you're finally coming out of the closet, Alex?" I question with a smirk. "I should have known with all your negativity about gays and lesbians. Only actual gays would hate other gays."
"What? No. I mean I'm not interested in sticking into bitches," Alex calls out and tries to punch me for the insult. "And just because I don't like them doesn't mean I hate them!"
I evade him without any effort while remained seated. It seems like my alertness and nimbleness are much better than a normal person. Perhaps due to my stronger mentality.
"Calm down man. I know what you like. I mean who you like," I response and look outside the window again. "And I am not the one to judge. As long as two people like each other, why does age and position matter, huh?"
Alex stares at me. "Yeah! Exactly! My love for her is undying –
"Unless you want her to go to jail, wait a year or so," I tell Alex and eye Lisa practicing in the yard. It is easy to pick her out even though I cannot remember her face clearly from memory.
She is honestly the most prettiest girl in the class if not the whole school. I recall I was instantly smitten by her on my first day transferring in. I want to befriend her immediately, but sadly, she is with James, who is like the school's celebrity.
Anyone with a penis getting within arm's length of Lisa would have to go through James and his volatile buddies.
While I was wise enough or cowardly enough to never come in direct conflict with James or his buddies since my enrolment here at the school, I have heard plenty of traumatic experiences from others. Alex for example, who seems to get into trouble with guys like James.
As for myself, troubles find me, and they are an annoying waste of time.
"Hey Zander! Why the fuck did you dob me in!?" a huge guy shouts after he enters the classroom, and I really do not want to deal with troubles like him. "Now I'm fucking suspended."
At the accusation, however, I eye Alex before sighing. "Should have leave it alone, man."
"What? He should have been expelled for all the shit he puts you through," Alex responses and faces Brute. Bruce, actually, but I always remember him as Brute because he is all muscle and no brain. "Not him. Me. I was the one that got you suspended, you asshole."
"Just give it a rest Alex. It is my problem, and I will deal with it in the only way that he understands," I tell Alex and eye Brute. "I would like my phone back, thank you very much. It is a gift from my mother, you see, and if you don't, I will bash your head in."
"The fuck!? When did you grow some balls? Try and see what I am going to do to you," Brute threatens and instantly gets smashed by the wooden chair that I was sitting on.
I proceed to bash his head in with the same chair at the shocked horror of the entire classroom.