You Dont Know Me

Was the last day of my junior year of high school at Lincoln High, I was happy to be out that hell hole of doom and annoying ass kids. Two months of summer was what I’ve been looking for the whole year. I wasn’t ready to go to my second hell hole either so I decided to walk with my best friend Steven to his place.

“So Jt what the hell are we going to do this fucking summer dude?”He asked while taking a puff of his cig.

“No idea Steven…eh how about whatever we can gets ourselves into.” I came to a halt after getting those words out of my mouth staring straight ahead. Up ahead was a group of guys all standing in front of some little random ass music store. I glanced over at Steven and he just shrugged it off, and we began to keep walking.

While we were walking past them one stuck their foot out and me being the fucking klutz I was walked right into it falling face first into the pavement.

“Ahh FUCK!” I yelled turning over on my back holding my face in my hands. I heard laughter all around and ignoring the pain in my nose and damn entire face I started to get up. Before realizing there was a warm fluid running from my nose letting out another cuss word.

“Shit!” I felt a hand grab me by my waist which shock the hell out of me but hey least someone was helping so I didn’t complain. Looking up past my bangs I saw a guy with shoulder length black hair, right nose piercing, snakebites, also with black eye liner. Guess you could say his style was emo.

“Hey Dipshit, go get him a rag or something for his nose,” he turned to his friend and glared at him. I guess that would be the one that tripped me.

“Damn Jt your nose is bleeding badly,” Steven was standing next to the guy holding me up looking over his shoulder at my blood covered hand. I flipped him off out of anger but I know it wasn’t his fault, bad habit of mine and like always he shrugged it off.

“You’re his friend right,” the mysterious guy asked Steven and Steven glared at him with a no shit face.

“Come in with him then,” he snapped holding me up by the entrance to the music store before walking in and sitting my roughly down on a stool in the back storage room. Right as his friend came back with a rag and some alcohol.

“No, way in hell are you putting that on my nose. All I got is a bloody nose not like it’s a first and I know you don’t have to put that shit on it.” I growled.

“Quit your damn whining it’s not that bad ,” he took the rag and poured some alcohol on it while turning back to me.

“Oh fuck no,” I jumped up off the stool and ran for the nearest exit….