RoninMaximus Presents: My Boring, Shitty Life 9
Riley 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. In the past few weeks, he's joined a motorcycle club, gotten his first tattoo, rescued a damsel in distress, crushed on a few different girls, and gotten into a few fights. Recently, he was used and abused by the older woman next door as repayment for saving the damsel. Things will heat up bit by bit along the way. All characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen, because, reasons, and as always this is a work of fiction.
We should've just ditched. I was used to Principal Dowden's rants by this point, but Darcy? Man it was her first day. I tried giving her a sympathetic look to reassure her, but those tears. They just wouldn't stop. Our balding principal spit venom at us, like he was our priest or something. I held my tongue, but he was relentless, mouth foaming, spit flying. I thought it would never end.
Lucky for us, I caught sight of Nurse Mary and one of the coaches coming back from lunch. I held my hands up in prayer to her, begging her to come bail us out when something unexpected happened.
They had just gotten within earshot walking up behind the principal when he punctuated a comment with, "Fucking Slut!"
"Hey!" I yelled, simultaneous to Nurse Mary's, "Mr. Dowden!" and the Coach's, "Douglas!"
Coach, I didn't know his name, pulled on the principal's shoulder, turning him around to face away from us. "Get to class, kids." He told us. Good thing he was stepping up to the plate because I was ready to swing for the fences if he hadn't. That comment was WAY over the line.
We scurried away as the coach started in on Mr. Dowden. I glanced back a few times and thought he was really giving it to him. Quite the turnabout for the usually holier than thou principal.
When we got inside I reached out for Darcy who had paused and doubled over. I thought she was having a really hard time with everything, but when she stood up she was laughing her ass off.
I was taken aback and stared at her in confusion. "What?" She asked. "Never seen a girl try to weasel her way out of trouble with a few tears before?" She laughed.
I shook my head and chuckled. "Not like that! Jesus Darcy! You had ME convinced."
She smirked and kissed my cheek. "Best remember that then. I'm gonna be late. Call me!" She said, rushing off while looking at her schedule. I watched her turn a corner, and then spin like a top to go back down the same hall in the opposite direction. Marching like she was in the band or something. It made me laugh, which I think was her intent.
I was obviously late to class but quietly filled in the teacher, a mid twenties bookworm type with horned rim glasses giving her a sexy librarian look. She fiddled with her necklace as I stood close and whispered to her. I'm not sure what was going through her pretty little head, but I thought her mousy demeanor was cute while at the same time bordering on sexy. Her doe eyes looked up at me hungrily while I spoke. It felt like we were the only people in the room, though we clearly weren't. Matt commented about it as I took my seat next to him. "Dude! I think Ms. Prescott is into you." He whispered.
I scoffed at him, but internalized the moment, filing it away for future possibilities. "Oh yeah dude, she's my sugar momma. Didn't you know?"
He laughed, "oh for sure. I'd get me some of that. Let me know when she's tossed you aside and I'll take a shot."
"Same for Michelle." I told him. I'd never shown any interest in his girlfriend before, so I think I caught him off guard. I chuckled to let let him know I was kidding. He laughed with me, but I could see the wariness in his eyes. "Dude I'm fucking with you." I told him, trying to alleviate his unspoken concern.
That afternoon I was tasked with beer bitch duties at the Pow Wow. The members had me running back and forth, keeping cold bottles in the hand of every old lady and member. I even helped maintain the buzz for the few tag alongs, but that was just me being nice, nobody really expected me to.
When Rhett and the other senior members filed out, everyone piped down to listen. Rhett spoke a few words about family, charity, and 'the cause,' and then called Crybaby up and asked the members what they thought of making him a member. It wasn't anywhere close to unanimous, practically a fifty/fifty split, but the seniors had already voted him in, so the point was moot and he squeaked by. One of the old ladies helped him take off his cut, and started replacing the prospect patch with a member's patch on an old sewing machine right there on the spot.
The reaction to Twit's vote went differently. It was all thumbs up minus three outliers from Bully's group. Another of the old ladies helped him with his cut and placed it next to the sewing machine to get fixed.
My turn came, and the vote wasn't even much of a vote. I heard more grumblings of dissent than for. Rhett spoke to quell the group. "Kid here earned this much, if not more, but I know a few of you are dead set against him since he's a bit young. He won this cut. It's his, on his own. But I know something you all don't." Secrets were a common occurrence in this crowd, so everyone hushed. "Not many of you were around to know him, but Kid's old man's pop was a member. Legacy guidelines mean he's got the right to prospect, just by blood. Now what's say we try that vote aga-"
