Warning: There will be a change of point of view in this chapter. When you see the characters name underlined and in italics, that means the point of view has changed.
Chapter Four|| Suck my Ass
"Mr. Collins, come up to solve the problem in the board."
I sighed and reluctantly walked up the board.
"Whoa, Sawyer, your fucking pants are red, man," Chris Evans said.
The color drained from my face and I tried to recall the last time I had my period.
Let's see. . . one, two- Yup, four weeks ago.
"Dude, are you bleeding from your dick? Should I call 911?" Harry basically screamed out, just in case someone hadn't heard Chris.
Fuck, my sock was probably all stained, fuck me in the ass sideways. I looked down, I needed a smaller sock.
"I probably sat on something," I said as calmly as I could, "Mr. Romero, may I go to the restroom?"
He flicked his wrist dismissively and I rushed towards the restroom and into one of the stalls. I pulled down my pants and almost cried at the sight.
There was no fixing this, I needed a new pair of pants.
I pulled a large wad of toilet paper and stuck it in my pants.
What was I going to do? I couldn't go to the nurse without an explanation or ask a girl if she had a pad.
I wrapped my sweater around my waist after pulling up my pants and walked out of the stall.
"You know, someone is going to start asking why you don't use the urinals at a certain point," Sam stated as he washed his hands.
Weird, I hadn't even heard the fucker come in.
"Okay, first of all, I could give less shits. secondly, do you have any pants you can lend me?"
"I don't have pants but I do have some shorts in the locker room." He didn't turn to look at me or ask why.
I sighed with relief. "Just tell me your locker combination and I'll go get them," I said as I turned around.
"Why would I help you after you took my- why is your sweater red? What did you stain yourself w- oh. . ." He trailed off slowly.
My eyes widened in horror as I took my sweater off and looked at the huge red stain. "Fuck," I growled.
"Oh, trust me, you look even worse without the sweater," he chuckled.
I could feel my tears starting to form as my mind ran through any possible way this could be resolved. "Fuck you," I hissed, but my voice hadn't come as strong as I'd intended.
"Oh, don't cry, it was just a joke. Fuck," he muttered calmly as he neared me.
"Fuck off, asshat," I said while he tried to pat my back.
"Come on, Sawyer, that's no way to talk to the person who knows your secret."
I have a whole book of yours, fuckface.
"Suck my ass."
He rolled his eyes at my comment and gestured me to follow him. "Come on, I can take you home."
My eyes widened and I shook my head. "I can't go anywhere like this!" I exclaimed as I pointed at my ass.
He took off his sweater and threw it at me. "Let's go."
It turns out, getting out of school didn't involve jumping the fence or anything, we just literally walked into the front office, signed out, and left.
After that, Sam took me straight home.
"Thanks, asshat," I said and he muttered something along the lines of, "Fuck off."
I then took a shower, and sat down with Sam's diary in my hand.
I had to get rid of the boredom somehow.
February 12
I can't take anymore of this damn writing. I'm so fucking close to just accepting my punishment.
If Mr. Jackson hadn't opened his fucking big mouth, I wouldn't be doing this shit.
"Oh, please, he can write his frustrations out."
Fuck, we both knew that was a load of shit.
Oh, look, there's some shitty fucktards moving next door, I at least hope they have a hot daughter- oh, no, wait, two sons. This day just gets better.
I stopped reading, this was written the same day I had moved in. Fucking horny ass motherfucker.
I put the diary under my pillow and sighed.
Worst day ever.
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Sam
"What do you have for me now, pretty boy?" Coen smirked at me as he shuffled the papers on his desk.
I threw a few stacks of twenty's in front of him.
"After I'm done paying you, I want out."
This, seemed to get his attention. He stood up with an eyebrow raised.
"Out?" He questioned, as if the word made him sick.
"Out," I confirmed, "I don't want anything to do with your ass."
Coen chuckled bitterly as he stepped towards me. I heard a click of a gun and I felt something cold touch my temple.
"There is no out," he growled lowly.
I laughed, not really caring if I was a hair length away from getting my brains blown out. "After I pay you, I am out," I said again.
I pushed the gun away from my forehead. "For good," I emphasized as I started to walk away.
"Why are you so good all of a sudden? You were the one who shot that man cold blooded on Monday," he chuckled.
I winced as the man's face ran through my mind. It was certainly not my best moments.
"My family is stable, I don't need any more of your money," I growled.
"Watch your tone with me, boy," he said, any trace of humor was gone.
"You still owe me a few hundreds," Coen continued, "And when you're done paying me, don't expect me to let you go so easily. You're one of my best men."
I rolled my eyes.
What a fucking scumbag. I could've just gotten a job and Wendy's or some shit but no. Sam had to get involved with one of the most dangerous men in the world.
Way to go, Sam. What would Sawyer say about you?
"Oh, this is about a girl, isn't it?" Coen realized as he lit his cigar.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Coen sat on his desk and smirked at me. "That look you have on your face. I've seen it a few times, you want to get out because of a girl."
I snorted at that. Yeah, right.
"I don't have time for your bullshit, Coen," I said while I started to walk away.
"Is she a redhead? Maybe a brunette? I don't know, maybe we'll pay her a little visit."
My fist clenched. I don't know why I was so angry, there was no girl.
"Fuck off, Coen."
As I stepped out, I couldn't help but thinking of long blonde locks.
Author's Note
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