Warnings?: Smoking, Disregard for rules, Swearing, Inappropriate language
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“Hurry your bitch ass up, I’m not getting any younger out here while your dick is stuck in some Spencer’s purchased, unsanitized fleshlight.”
“I’ve never been more offended or proud of you for your onslaught of insults lately,” Changkyun said back to your obviously fake rage over the phone. “Besides, if anyone’s bought anything from Spencer’s, we both know it's you. How else can we explain that kinky set up in your closet, hmm?” He chided as you promptly hung up on him without a word.
Slotting his phone back into his ripped jean pocket, he stuck his AirPods in his ears, blasting whatever edgy band he was into these days. He found himself listening more to edgy American labels more than most these days, his time in America really laying into his DNA, despite not being born there. That is one more thing you never let him live down, his Western like behavior.
You’ve claimed to be ‘scarred for life’ when you walked in on him in the middle of a keyboard smashing, screeching deathmatch in Overwatch while he was stark-ass naked at 3 AM. In your house mind you. Seeing his fake American Tit-Tat was one thing in life you never planned on seeing.
You had to buy a whole ass new computer chair after that night, too traumatized with the imprint of his naked arse in your sweet leather seat to ever sit in it again. You had half a mind to call a priest and have it excised, but you couldn’t afford a whole Holy Man in garbs, so new chair it was. Thankfully, as compensation, Changkyun pitched in on half the bill for it.
He walked a bit further down the ever darkening roadside as he soon watched light post after light post flicker on. Some with working lights, some with new LED lights that not only allow you to see below you but apparently 30 feet in every other direct resulting in direct blindless for 5 minutes if stared directly into.
He soon rounded a corner as he saw your silhouette not too far off. He watched your arm raise to your mouth, stay for a moment only to drop and a puff of smoke push past your lips. It looked like you were wearing a jean jacket he got for you for no other reason than you looked good in it. Jeans that nicely rounded your ass, even from his distance, and he could guess what shirt you were wearing. Probably something about aliens if he had to guess.
He reached for his phone, just before stopping and plucking one AirPod from his ear to hear his footsteps. He had to be quiet; yes, very very quiet. He moved along a barely holding together brick wall and slid along it, looking like a blond fool at dusk where he was still pretty much 90% visible.
Taking step by step in his torn up, ankle black Harley Davidson biker boots, he held his partially painted finger in front of him. Tiptoeing like some cartoon character, he stood nearly directly behind you now. He waited, watched you take a breath of your nearly finished cigarette and once your hand was dropped to your side, he jumped into action.
“HOWDY!” He screeched into your ear as you whirled. You swung your arm behind you, your stupid best friend ducking down, safely out of the way while your unfinished, but small cigarette fell to the ground. He looked up at you, seeing your shirt. Black with white writing saying “I bEliEvE” in a pretty awful font. Not at all pleasing to the eyes. “Alien shirt, I knew it.” You were quick to kick out your converse covered foot and push his squatted ass into the ground.
He teetered over as you stood over him with your arms cross. Hair hanging in tangling in front of your chest as you looked down at him. To any stranger, you would seem to be bullying the blond high schooler, but you two were fairly well known in your small town. He pushed himself up on his elbows.
“I always knew you were the ringleader of every relationship you’ve been in. PUshing people down, oof.” You rolled your eyes as you stepped over him. Not quite disregarding his chide.
“This is why you can’t get a girlfriend. You suck,” you groaned back as you stepped on your still smoking cig with the toe of your shoe. He hopped up like he wasn’t on the ground to begin with.
You and Changkyun have known each other since middle school when you first showed up in his rinky-dink little town. Officially attached at the hip when you flashed your chest to some stuck up jock and got picture proof to frame him for sexual harassment, all because he kept making jabs about your ass.
If one were to drive through your town and blink, you’d be in and out in a flash. Population a whopping 500. Everyone knew everyone, stories of “I taught so-so’s parent in school too” coming from every old and rotting teacher on school property.
Not that either of you heard it much. Neither of you really care much for the school scene. Not fitting in with the small school system. You’d think such a small town would go to a bigger town for schooling via bus, but no. School houses were built, and by houses I mean houses. You swore they held lectures in superstores, they were that small.
It’s not like school was important. Even in a small town, no one cared about grades or success. It was all about who was wearing what. The TV programs on the night before. Jocks trying to win over hearts of adolescent girls thirsting for whatever they could get for a night and $20. Or who was fucking who in the public bathroom at lunchtime.
So, you both stayed in your world. A world of bad choices, smoking, drinking having the time of your lives regardless of the opinions around you. Some adults couldn’t wait for you both to just up and vacate town. Maybe then they’d stop hearing about what you both did the night before.
One time it was graffiti on the side of the doctors building. Another it was tying every cart in the supermarket together with zip-ties. One night you both decided to paint on your face and start a bond fire in a vacant abandoned lot and acted like fools. Life was never dull with the two of you, that's why it was thrilling.
“What’s the plan tonight then?”
“Fuck if I know. You’ve killed my last cigarette and I can’t afford another pack right now.” You whined as he plucked a fresh pack from his back pocket.
“Ah, my mistake. Madam Piss-Poss needs a cigarette like an alcoholic need beer. Just where have my manners gone to.” Packing the box in his palm you rolled your eyes.
“you’re just as bad as I am. Shut your mouth before you choke on my fist.”
“I’m not into your kinky stuff, Y/n.”
“You’re pushing it.”
“Pushing what? Your buttons? I suspect you only have 2, and they’re named as such:” He poked at your breasts. “Nip and Nap.”
“You are such a pig!” You whack at his head. He swirls around completely unbothered as you fix your shirt he had bunched up. He tore off the plastic around his pack of cigs as he pulled one to place between his lips and offered you one more.
“Pig that you can’t stand to be without. How precious, you might be pulling at my heartstrings.”
Although you gratefully accept the toxic stick of tobacco, you still get in one last jab. “Don’t imply I make you horny,” you finished. He chuckled as he plucked his lighter from the side of his boot. You never understood why he kept it there, it always smelt of feet. He offered you the light, but you shook your head. “I don’t want your smelly foot lighter.”
Changkyun rolled his eyes. “Then let me light it, baby.” He stepped closer to you as you tipped your cigarette between your lips up with your tongue. He always does this. He grabbed the back of your neck with one hand as he steadied his light with the other between his black-tipped fingers. Pushing the fiery ash against the tip of your cigarette, it took a moment but soon you were huffing in the toxic fumes, same as he.
It was stupidly intimate, but it was your thing. It was the thing between you two.
You refused to label it, as did he. There were no titles, no distinguished relationship status: they were off limits. You two were the pair who did everything together. You’d hold hands, you’d hold each other, you’d ugly sob and get drunk together in an abandoned building. You’d even get lost in lust from time to time; greed and lust were no exception to human nature.
You both even sat at each other’s side and hyped one another up when you both got your first tattoo’s and piercings that continued to grow in number as the years ticked by.
Yet, you were also the pair who would call each other ‘pussy’ just because someone didn’t make a crumbled up burger wrapper into the nearest trash can. Insults were compliments, and if a compliment was truly shared, then your bond grew tenfold. There were no hurt feelings, no titles, no words to describe you both.
You were just Y/n and Changkyun, just two humans living their lives. The words ‘I love you’ were strictly off limits.
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