"You got it," Les moaned as he started filling Candi's mouth with jizz for the second time that morning.
Once she'd tucked him away and sat up as they pulled up to the school, Candi wordlessly beckoned for his phone. She proceeded to snap a pic of the pool of slime in her mouth before audibly gulping it down and snapping a second one of her now empty mouth. She deftly sent both pics to Violet and smiled wickedly as she returned Les' phone to him. He shook his head and kissed her forehead before getting out. His secret slut sauntered sexily behind the wheel before honking as she pulled away.
Les could only shake his head in amazement at the rollercoaster his life had become. Soon though, the ugly truth of school cliques once again reared its ugly head. Despite the fact that he had several girls regularly flirting with him now at odd moments, he was still very much an outsider in the school hierarchy. His bright mood of the morning soon turned into a steely determination to just get through the day and get away from his peers whom he felt less and less able to relate to anymore. It was a weird paradox since he was such asocial butterfly and had a few friends among the different cliques but no one he could truly relate to.
After his third class, he tried to just go to his locker and exchange his books in peace but groaned in annoyance as he saw that Mandy Jo was once again holding court in front of hers which happened to be right next to his. Determined, Les used his usual tactic of going straight to the locker with a gait that said either people get out of his way or he'd bowl them over. Surprisingly, it worked the same as everyday since he'd started shortly after his bizarre relationship with his mother had started. Once again, Mandy had a brief look of confusion cross her face at his confidence before resuming her nattering.
Les just did his best to ignore the ridiculous whining about unfair dress code rules and trade out the books in his bag for the ones he'd need for the rest of his classes. His hope of doing so without any incident was dashed when he heard Mandy sneer, "I mean it's not like we all don't give a shit how we look like Lester here. Shit, he looks like he just rolls out of bed and crawls on his belly to school everyday."
Lester took deep, measured breaths as his grip tightened to white knuckles on his locker door.
"Some of us actually care about how we look and want to look good. So, it's not fair that they restrict what we wear. We aren't all budding sociopaths like The 'Lester here."
He didn't slam the door. He closed it slowly and quietly before turning with deliberate gradualness to face Mandy. He didn't know what his expression looked like but judging by the fear that crossed Mandy's court it must have been pretty scary. The oblivious high school queen still had her back to him and kept the barbs coming either unaware or simply not caring that Lester was right behind her. He set his bag on his shoulder and crossed his arms as he remained staring at the back of Mandy's head. Despite her continued prattling, her court slowly inched back in nervousness with some of them outright scurrying away.
Finally, the clueless girl paused to consider the looks on everyone's faces before turning to regard him. Apparently, his expression was still just as potent since Mandy jumped back in fright and stood paralyzed under his gaze.
"Here's a little life lesson that you seem to be too dense to understand. Style is like art, it speaks to different people in different ways. Just because someone looks different doesn't mean they look bad. They might like how they look and don't need validation from you of all people. So, you don't like how I look. I could give less of a fuck what you think about me, but when you do that three fucking feet from me, it's a little disrespectful. Either tell me to my face what you think or save it for when I'm not around, but I'm not putting up with your shit anymore, Amanda."
In a desperate attempt to regain her image in front of her followers, she said, "And what're you gonna do? Hit me? Do it and I scream rape. You'll go to jail sooner than we all expect 'Lester."
"No, you aren't worth the jail time. You aren't worth anything at all, Amanda. No, I'll just keep calling you out on all your bullshit in front of everyone. Your image is so fucking important to you? You forget that we used to be friends, years ago, and I know a lot of stuff you told me or did around me. I used to think you were worth keeping those secrets for since I still cherish the memory of our friendship before you threw it away to be popular. But you pissing on my name every chance you get nullifies that. Keep pushing me and see if I don't tell everyone in this school about the night you came crying to my backdoor when we were seven."
A look of abject horror crossed Mandy's face as she remembered the incident he spoke of but quickly recovered. With her back to her followers, she was able to save some face and stood tall and turned on her heel to stalk away. "Whatever, 'Lester. You can spread any lie you want, but no one will believe you. C'mon everyone, let's get to class."
Les walked slowly and deliberately to his own next class. He was mostly calmed down and under control before he remembered that Mandy shared this class with him and sat two chairs behind him. To make matters worse, the girl who usually sat as a barrier between the two former friends was out sick leaving the open space like the symbolic rift between the pair.
Mandy seemed to recognize this as well and squirmed in her seat as he took his own. Thankfully, he was in front of her and wouldn't have to look at her even though he could feel her eyes on him. The crawling sensation bugged him until halfway through class he turned to catch Mandy staring at him with a weird expression. Letting out a frustrated snort, he turned back and snatched a scrap of paper before scratching out a short, angry note.
'what the hell's your problem?'
He tossed it over his shoulder not caring if she read it or not. A minute later, something hit the back of his head. He looked to see the crumpled note on the floor next to his desk. Discreetly, he scooped it up and read the response.
'YOU!!!'
Rolling his eyes, Les jotted his number down and told her to text them so the teacher wouldn't catch them passing notes like kindergarteners. He was actually a little surprised when his phone buzzed softly with a text from her. Slipping his phone into his calculator case to avoid suspicion and appear to be doing problems, he checked the message.
[your such a dick]
[wtf is you're problem? Why do you hate me so damned much]
[I don't hate you. Your just a dick]
[You're the only one who thinks so]
[doesn't change that you r 1]
[Jeez Amanda, why the hell do you get on my case all the time, and don't call me a dick again.]
[Stop calling me that!!! I hate that name]
[?..... it's your name]
[u r the only fuckin person who calls me that. Every1 else calls me Mandy]
[Soooooo... you're mad because I call you by the name I did when we were friends?]
[Yes no I mean... fuck]
[will you get off my case if I start calling you Mandy?]
[Shit ur such a dick]
[I told you not to fucking call me that. Look, it might make you feel high and mighty to cut others down, but I'm not everyone else. We used to be friends way back when, but you dropped me cause I wasn't cool enough. Well, fuck that. Play with all your 'cool' friends and leave me the fuck alone.]
Now pissed off, Les closed his phone and ignored the next three buzzes of Mandy's texts. He started to get truly pissed off when he felt a wad of paper hit the back of his head. He was saved from blowing his top by the bell ending the class. Trembling in barely contained rage, he snatched his stuff up and stalked out of the room. Even the teacher was so shocked by his behavior that she didn't even call for him to stop.
In the hallway, Les ignored Mandy's call to slow down and slammed the men's bathroom door in her face. Splashing water on his face didn't help cool him down at all. The almost murderous look he shot at anyone who came in through the door ensured that he had the room to himself as he tried mightily to calm down. He even skipped his next class to stay in the bathroom to get himself under control.
Finally, he emerged for the next and final class of the day. Not in the mood in the slightest, he ignored the stares and whispers as he passed everyone in the hall. Things got even worse when Amir, the star forward on the basketball team, blocked his way to class.
"What the fuck did you do to Mandy, freak? She's in the principle's office crying her eyes out. Tell me, or else."
"Or else what, Amir? You gonna kick my ass? Think that'll prove something? Or do you think it'll make her like you? You're fuckin' pathetic, you know that?"
Amir towered menacingly over the smaller Lester. "I just might, you fuckin' freak. You need your ass whooped, and I'm just the one to do it."
The whispers stopped dead in shock when Les calmly spoke each word softly and slowly. "Take your shot, Amir. I promise that if you don't do a good enough job, you'll never be safe again."
"What the fuck do you mean by that, freak?" despite his bravado, there was a slight crack in the athlete's voice.
"Just what I said. I'm not taking yours or anyone else's shit ever again. I graduate, and then I'm gone from this fucking school. You might do something ,or you might not, but you'll never have the kind of life I have. You're a sad, pathetic fool who's riding on some shitty high school popularity to make you feel like a man. Some of us are men without that petty shit.
"Now. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way."
Amir's eyes were wide with shock and fear as he took a trembling step back no longer blocking his way. The circle of spectators, including a few teachers, shrank back at Les' dark look allowing him a wide path to his class.
Not in any mood to deal with classwork, he took a seat at the very back of the room and pulled out his notebook to do some sketching. He hadn't drawn in a long time, but it never failed to soothe him.
During the hellish period after his uncle died which tore the whole family apart emotionally, he had sketched for countless hours. Though not an expert by any stretch, he did possess a fair amount of talent. The endless portraits and pieces that he produced eased him through the time of mourning. So, he used it now to calm and console him. Thus, it surprised him when what felt like a few minutes later the bell ending the school day trilled.
Before he could finish packing his stuff so that he could hurry out of the room and the building, his name was called over the P.A. to report to the principle's office. Growling slightly, he stalked out and down the hall to see what new hell the day could bring. So, it took him by surprise when he found Candi sitting in the principle's office waiting for him.
