Grrnng!
The alarm buzzed. The wind blew at the leaves and they rustled noisily. It was autumn.
Thomas Grayson woke up amidst the buzzing with a haughty expression. He punched the dismiss button. He walked to the bathroom and washed his face. He stared at the person in the mirror.
The teen he was looking at was about 16 years old. He had brown hair and his fringe was messy. He had azure eyes and thin lips. His skin was pale and there were dark circles under his eyes. He must have stayed up all night.
He hurriedly brushed his teeth and took a bath. He dressed up for school and hurriedly threw his books into his bag.
He got down to the kitchen and met his step mom making breakfast. Of course, the breakfast didn't include him. Her two annoying children were making a fuss over something as she made breakfast. His dad hadn't come out yet.
She didn't greet him and he didn't greet her either. He just grabbed a packet of instant noodles and left for school.
He arrived at school and walked to class. Noone paid attention to him. As always. He sat down and plugged in his earphones listening to some slow music as he flipped open a book.
Other than playing video games, Thomas loved to read books. He was an indoor person and hated socializing. His parents didn't care about him, and let him live his life and have his space.
At school, he was a total loner and almost noone knew his name, not even his teachers. He was smart but because he loved his peace of mind, he never really put his heart into his tests. He never worked hard on anything.
He kept his head down and continued reading his Calculus textbook amidst the noise in the class. He turned up the volume of the earphones. But shitty earphones just had to go cuckoo that moment. He grunted. This was why he hated the world so much. Sometimes things were so...shitty.
He unplugged his earphones, closed his book and leaned on his desk to sleep. One thing amongst the other numerous things he hated was noise.
...
The school bell rang and Thomas like the loner he was waited for everyone in the class to leave.
Soon, he was on his bike riding to The Restaurant. Because he played video games alot, he never really paid attention to the real names of things. It was simply The School, The Church, The Orphanage, A Building and so on. The world in his eyes was so simple and yet very complex.
He stopped in front of the burger place where he worked as a waiter. He got off his bike and walked in.
He never went home from school. The routine was leave for school at 7 am, go to work at 3 am, get back home by 10 to play video games till 1am in the morning. Hmm. Shitty life.
While his two step siblings went to a privately owned school in a chauffeured car, he went to their town school on his bike. When he thought of it, he didn't remember when and how his life had become this shitty. He just remembered waking up one day and realizing that he was a son that wasn't a son. Perhaps, he had been too oblivious since his mother's death.
"Garyson." His boss, the owner of the restaurant called him as he put on his apron. He sighed.
A handful of rice grains wasn't enough to describe the number of times he had told him that his name wasn't Garyson but Grayson. He had gotten bored of it over time and didn't bother telling him. It didn't matter anyways.
"Yes, boss." He answered.
"Good to see you." He answered and walked on, rendering the same treatment to every other person he saw on the way.
Thomas went out and started taking orders. By 10, he took out the trash and locked the doors of The Restaurant.
He was making his way to his bike when three tall guys possibly teenagers walked in the direction of The Restaurant. When they passed by him, the strong stench of alcohol coming from them was left behind. They must have gone to some wild party or something.
He ignored them. When they saw the 'closed' sign, they would have to turn back.
That was what he expected, but the three of them instead of turning back started banging the glass door screaming that they wanted to go in. They were probably very drunk. He had to turn around and walk to them.
"We're closed." He said to them and stood on for three seconds, waiting. They didn't answer.
"We're closed." He said again, louder and then one of then turned to him.
"We're closed. You guys should go home." Thomas said and then made to leave when one of them, the one that turned grabbed his shoulder.
He was already very annoyed by now. He was missing out on an interesting game right now and these three birdbrains were wasting his time.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Guys." He said to his friends. "Don't you think this guy looks like that dude on Ava's phone?"
"Oh yeah, he really looks like him." Another said and then the one that seemed like the boss turned to look at him.
"The fuck? It's him!" He exclaimed and then grabbed Thomas by the collar. "What the hell do you have with Ava? Are you better at fucking than I am?"
Ava? Who the heck was Ava? It was probably a name he should have known but he didn't. And then it occurred to him that Ava was a name he had heard a lot more times than normal at school. She seemed to be popular. He never really paid attention to anyone at school so he didn't know their names. Despite the fact that it seemed he knew the name Ava, he had no impression of her whatsoever. Didn't know what she looked like and didn't care to know.
"This guy? Fuck? He looks like a wimp. His dick don't even look big." His friend said and then Thomas returned to his senses.
"I wonder what Ava sees in a nerd like this. She's the hottest girl at school!" The other guy exclaimed.
"Let go of me!" Thomas yelled at them.
"I said, what does Ava see in you? Do you have a bigger dick than mine? Huh? Are you better in bed?" The guy yelled.
His name was Terry. Tonight they had gone for a friend's party. Ava was a typical slut and she was present. The party was going nice. With everyone drinking, flirting, fucking. Just like every other party with teenagers.
He walked to Ava. The two of them had a weird relationship. They were somewhere between being boyfriend and girlfriend and being pure sex mates.
He started kissing her as usual. He pressed her head against the wall and raised her skirt. Just like every other party he started slamming her ass and pussy. Occasionally shuffling between ass and pussy.
He hadn't even gone on for more than five minutes when she suddenly pushed him away and pulled up her underwear.
She said to his face that she had a boy that she liked and for the boy she wanted this weird relationship to end.
"I like someone now. And I want to be in a real relationship with someone that actually likes me for who I am and not someone who's just fucking interested in my pussy." She said.
"Bitch what the fuck do you mean?"
"I mean I can't do this anymore. For Thomas, I'm willing to embrace change." She said and picked her bag turning around. Terry grabbed her hand.
"Are you fucking leaving me like that? Huh? Bitch you said you only wanted to fuck. No strings attached."
"I am a human. Not some robot for you to just fuck anytime you want. You fucking come to my house and the first thing you do when we get to the door is to take off my underwear. The same thing goes for your house. We fuck at school. We fuck at parties. We even fucked once in the park and almost got caught. Do you know what would have fucking happened if we got cut? We would have been charged for public indecency. And you didn't even care." She screamed every word.
"So what? Nothing happened! You can't just leave me because you like some new guy."
"He's not some new guy. He's Thomas."
"Who the fuck is Thomas?"
"A boy in our class. He's cute, he's warm and kind." Ava said.
"So what if he's cute or warm or kind? Can he handle a slut like you in bed? Only I can. I know every one of your sensitive spots." He said shamelessly.
"Shut the fuck up, Terry. You don't know nothing. Do you think you can fuck? I liked you at first because your dick was above average but your doggy stinks and you don't have any stamina. Can't even spank ass. Your ass-fucking stinks and you moan even more than I do. I rode you once and you hit an orgasm in five minutes." Ava said. Everyone who had been listening gasped but Ava didn't stop there.
"The BJ I did for you. You came all over my face before I could even deepthroat your dick. When we have sex, you can't even suck my tits. I once told you to fist my pussy, but you couldn't. I tell you to spank me and you can't. You know nothing about sexual drive so don't even say only you can handle me." She completed her words.
Everyone was gasping. Although what Ava said wasn't completely true since many of the girls there had been with Terry before, hearing someone say it was still shocking.
Terry couldn't hide his shame. Instead of letting go, he insisted.
"So what if I can't fuck? Can the guy you like fuck?"
"What do you mean? His dick is longer and bigger than yours. You... you are just a waste." She said and left.
Terry followed her out. He reached into her bag and forcefully took out her phone.
"Hey! Are you crazy? Give my phone back!" Ava said angrily but he raised his hand in the air.
Terry was tall so Ava had to jump up to reach the phone.
He unlocked her phone.
"Let's see what's going on here bitch."
The first thing that met him was the photo of a boy. The boy had brown hair and azure eyes. He was thin and looked ordinary at first glance. The picture seemed to have been taking anonymously because the boy wasn't looking at the camera. Ava had been staring at her phone all night. It seemed she was looking at this boy. His friends gathered around him to look at the picture.
"Bitch, you said a nerd's got a big dick?
She kicked him in the balls, grabbed her phone and left in her car with her friends.
Because of this, Terry drank like crazy. He even at a point stood on top of a table and called the attention of everyone, screaming that Ava was a bitch.
Thomas was annoyed. Why did he have to get into this shitty mess with shitty teenagers?
"I don't even know who Ava is! Now let go! I wanna go home." Thomas retorted.
"Let go? What do you say bros? Let's teach this fucker a lesson."
Terry said and kicked him in the stomach. Thomas was a wimp that barely did anything physically demanding. He didn't have any strength and that one kick was enough for him to curl up into a ball. He held his stomach and felt pain.
"How's that for a start, fucker?"