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Being an asshole was no fun.
Finn was a quiet kid by default. But, in order to fit in with his classmates, who were practically demons at this point, he had to embrace his inner jackass. The dynamics were simple: there were the girls who always gossiped and were on their phones and the boys who were also the main bullies. Finn somehow ended up being the one piece that didn’t fit in the puzzle. In fear of being the class punching bag, he had given his moral compass up and tried his best to worm his way in the boy’s group at least.
“Hey, check this out!” Luke, the meanest one, said as he pointed at a poor freshman from another class who was shaking on the floor. “He’s getting all teary-eyed!”
“No way, seriously? What a baby.” Noah, another guy from Finn’s class, said.
“Ay, lemme take his money real quick before he runs away!” Henry forcefully turned the kid on his back. He shook and desperately tried covering his tear-covered face as Henry patted him down everywhere. “Found it!” He pulled a wallet out of the other’s pant pocket.
“Hey, gimme a cut!”
“I want some too!”
“Uh, yeah, me too.” Finn said after only standing there the whole time.
The freshman stumbled back up and ran away, leaving his wallet. Henry waved him off and turned his attention on the object, opening it.
“Whoaaa, this guy’s loaded!”
“For real?” Luke leaned down. “Damn, where’d he get this much from?”
“Probably got it from his mommy or something.” Finn said.
“Ha, you right! Maybe we should raid her too!” Henry’s response made Finn cringe.
“Shuddup, you dumbass!” Noah whacked the other on the head.
The bell suddenly rang.
“Ah, shit. Come on, we gotta go.” Luke said and turned away, walking towards class 3AD, their class. The other guys, including Finn, followed him. Finn felt bad for that freshman, but he couldn’t do anything while the others were around. Maybe he could comfort him a little when he was alone.
The group of boys entered the classroom and settled in their seats. Finn sat in the middle next to the window with only Luke and Henry close to him, the rest farther away, luckily. First period was math which Finn didn’t mind. He preferred logic based subjects over literature ones. Henry began picking on Ava, the pick-me of the class, and asked her why her life revolves around her boyfriend while giggling. Finn wondered why Henry was unable to keep his mouth shut for two minutes.
The teacher, Ms. Jones, finally entered the classroom and told Henry to settle down. She didn’t scold him or anything, just gently told him to leave Ava alone, which was what pissed Finn off. Somehow, these rotten kids were the teachers’ favorites. They yelled at the other kids in other classes and were overall stricter, but in Finn’s class, it was like they all automatically turned soft. At this point, Finn just wanted to graduate as soon as possible.
As Finn rummaged through his backpack for his math notebook, he realized he forgot his pencil case at home. He mentally face palmed, realizing that he’ll have to ask for a pen from one of the degenerates. He pondered which one. The one in front of him was Jen, who was seriously selfish, and the one next to him was Henry, who he was definitely not asking. The one behind him was…Luke. He didn’t really have the courage to ask him, so, before Ms. Jones realized Finn wasn’t writing anything, he reluctantly leaned towards Henry.
“Hey, can you give me a pen, please?”
Henry, who was spinning a pencil out of boredom while his head rested on his hand, met his gaze and smirked. “Why? Don’t ya have one?”
“No.”
“Forgot it at home?”
“Yeah.”
“Ha, ha! Loser.”
“Will you gimme one or not?”
“Fine, fine, gimme a sec, bro.” He dug through his fish pencil case and handed Finn a Hello Kitty pen. “Here! A nice, girly pen for a nice girlie like you!”
“Dude, what the fuck?”
“You want it or nah?”
Finn groaned, realizing he had no choice, and snatched the pen, cursing Henry under his breath while the other giggled. Two more years of this, two long, whole years. He thought. Finn remained pissed off the rest of the class.
As soon as the bell rang, everyone quickly closed their notebooks and either pulled out their phones or walked out of the classrooms. Ms. Jones sighed and wrote the homework on the whiteboard before leaving as well. Finn wrote it down and was quite disappointed that the class was already over.
“Yo, Finn!” Luke, who was standing in the doorway, suddenly called out.
“Huh?” Finn raised his head.
“Come with us. We’re gonna go get drinks from the vending machines.”
“Oh, sure.” Finn didn’t mind. He was craving some orange juice anyway.
Finn walked together with Luke, Henry—of course, and Noah. Henry sprinted to the vending machine, pressing his face to the glass as he stared at the drinks. Noah sighed and yanked him off the vending machine and pondered which drink to get.
“You got money, right?” Luke asked Finn. “I ain’t paying for you.”
“Uh, yeah, obviously.”
“M’kay. Henry! Get outta the way.” He also yanked Henry back, who whined now that his view was obstructed. Luke got his drink first—a Dr. Pepper, then Noah—a Sprite, Henry—banana milk. Ew. And Finn bought orange juice, his beloved.