Our MC is just starting out in life, but thus far, is unimpressed. He's still in high school and having trouble finding himself in a world where everyone around him feels like they have it all together. This leaves him confused more often than not, at the interactions and motivations involving other people. Things will heat up bit by bit along the way. All characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction.
The next few days went by with a lot less action.
Bianca made faces at me in class that both made me laugh, and simultaneously melted my heart. Brett still carried her books for her, and they made out in the halls a bunch. She sort of pulled it back a bit if she saw me though.
Heather Sinclaire started bumping into me, literally and figuratively in the hallways. Her lips usually glistening with gloss as she smirked and joked with me.
Matt continued clowning around and wound up joining me for detention one day for it.
Other than that it was just school.
Friday night when I got home the sun was already setting. My Dad surprised me by asking me to "make myself scarce."
"Huh?" I asked.
He sighed. "Look Son. I need the house tonight. Don't you have somewhere you can be for a few hours?"
"Uh. Yeah. I guess." I answered. "But aren't I grounded?"
Idiot. Why did I even say that?
Dad surprised me further. "Not tonight. Alright? I'll let it slide, just go out for a bit. Ok?"
Don't fuck it up dude.
"Alright. I mean. I can go to Matt's I guess. What's the deal?"
Dad gave me a glaring look. "The deal is, I have a friend coming over, and we don't want to be interrupted. Capiche?"
I turned to the door without a second thought. "Later!" I yelled, walking out before he could change his mind.
It wasn't until I was halfway down the block that I realized I had nowhere to go. I called Matt, he had a date. I called Brett, and heard Bianca giggling in the background, so I hung up. I called Heather Sinclaire, Martine, and Roxanne. All were busy.
Feeling a little dejected, I figured I would walk around downtown and see what came up. I decided that I shouldn't feel sorry for myself, instead, I was a rebel without a cause. I wanted to reinvent myself. The night was young and so was I. I was a wanderer, a rambler, I could do anything I wanted. So my dumbass came up with a great idea.
The bells on the door announced my arrival, and I immediately wished they hadn't. Three huge bikers stared me down as a tattoo gun buzzed on. The artist took one look at me and laughed. "Daycare is next door kid. Beat it."
My first instinct was to jump on the offer, but that's also what I was up against. My whole life I had avoided trouble, and let the world run things. Tonight, I wanted to make out with a college chick, I wanted two girls cuddled up on either side of me, I wanted a pretty blonde kissing my neck and calling me Lancelot. So I stayed.
I started looking at the art on the walls, and fought the urge to look away when I made eye contact with the bikers. They were ignoring me mostly, but I got the feeling they were curious too.
Seeing a design I thought was cool, I spoke up. "How much for that one?"
The artist, who I was just noticing looked like a tatted up Santa as he lowered his glasses at me. "Members only kid. This isn't the shop for you."
I was dumb. "Is that legal? I've got the money."
One of the other bikers laughed and donned a high voice. "Is that legal?"
My face went red in embarrassment. "Right to refuse kid." Santa announced, brooking no arguments. "I refused. Like I said, members only."
Taking a shot, I asked, "Ok, make me a member. What's the process?"
