What followed the indiscernible ravings of Ericson was the enchanting literary connoisseurism of the fortuitously buxom Mrs Breasly whose name was often crudely twisted to an obvious similar word pertaining to the female anatomy, by her newer students who were overly enthused by this prominent aspect of her, shortly before their hopes are crippled by the sighting of the lavish diamond on her finger that quickly erased their perverse smiles and returned their hands from their suspicious placement underneath the desk. From my perception her lesson was similar to a raunchy cosmetics advert, a momentary flash of suggestive images followed by a complete lapse of any memory of it’s meaning but a long lasting impression best left to the imagination, right from about when she bent to began writing at the bottom of the board is when it escaped me what exactly she was talking about, though you could've fooled her with how attentively I stared. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhLHBOP77t7
With that hour of teenage ‘personal ambition’ over it came time for the pretension of segregated social cliques to emerge and disperse themselves throughout the St David’s common grounds. Our library is the host of all manner of peculiar characters but in the spirit of the prejudiced marginalising that is high school social circles I suppose I should address them by their labels, however demeaning, that being nerds and emos whom, with exception to the likes of their most radical members, were among the most tolerable factions. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hPWtIJd4v
Benign by nature the general conversation that took place there spanned a plethora of my own creative interests coupled with further academic obsession, the likes of Haruka, Matthias and like-minded others claiming this their home whilst the opposing side of the room sporting an amatuer brooding contest between a smattering of those highlighted of hair and endlessly melancholy of mood as they compare, almost competitively, who is the most dead inside, as neither species seemed willing to associate with my liking in most cases, my visits are seldom. Off the beaten path from the library and exterior chemistry labs is our rec centre and behind, the sporting field so famed for being the site of some grand rugby victory everyone seems to give a shit about but me, this is the dwelling of our reprobates, it’s unsupervised isolation the ideal proving ground for those lagging a few rungs behind on the evolutionary ladder like crossing the rail tracks onto the wrong side of town a safari through these savage lands is likely to see you experience primates at their rawest with it’s shrubbing and derelict shed known to the venue of many a fist fight, joint pass and frantic fornication to those of us more moderate it’s a rare pasture to grace. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5L15pIXHwY
For a sarcastic ambivert such as myself you’re welcome everywhere yet belong nowhere so I and other similar exceptions to the rule rather tactically entrench ourselves in an unnoticed hallway and contemplate whether to be of bother to either side of the fence. Myself and Owen were frequented by Darren Willard and his hulking yet passive man-piece Quinton Glaydell, a simple but sweet fella who Darren wore at his side like a woman wears a purse, as well as Tangi Routara, a living romantic tragedy of Homeric proportions, born with the features of a greek statuette and the remarkable physique of an olympian yet incapable of even the vaguest conversation with females, no matter how clear their inclination to jump his bones he stuttered worse than my father’s old vinyl records, his place among us earned by his strong sense of morals rendering him exiled from the meatheads. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Ws4VDLGx4
Though Tangi was not without his meritorious conquests one of which earned him unrepentant infamy and the superhero-esque persona of “MILF-man” for his well known and digitally documented exchange with Owen’s mother of all people in an embarrassingly fiery meeting at the party of New Delhi’s finest imported drunkard and party animal Gita, a meeting enkindled by the heavy toll of Leon’s latest harvest and an exceptional bottle of whiskey leading to a guest room waltz that although he may never recall the internet undoubtedly shall, thanks to the cautious camerawork of our gracious host. The two settled their quarrel in the gentlemanly fashion of olden times in the parking lot lavatory shortly before first period some months ago and what a site it was to behold, by what means they came to understanding I do not know but considering the basis of the dispute I believe it best I do not know. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0GdUkvgCSA
If fortune swayed in favour of this band of misfits Leon would skate his way to us and bring with him good tidings of his own cultivation the finest free samples of his pride and joy in which case far more hugging than was once intending may take place between us with little explanation offered to any witnesses, though one rather memorable instance seen Matthias’ talented skills of deduction go hand in hand with a sadistic schemer within him we were yet to see as he persuaded our mollified common sense to perform backflips off the top of the urinal trough, a feat none of us are capable of that amounted to our repeated injury, there's not much quite like bursting into laughter in the hilarity of breaking your shin. Adrain also swaggered down our way from time to time whenever he managed to pull himself from distant admiration of Haruka, he even had the loyalty to remain silent on our antics and yet never partook himself. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfrn6PncMcj
As in every legion there are fractures of impudence, in our case that was the often questionably beneficial company of the delightful thorn to the arse that was Derek Rogerson the son of a complete obliviant of a community mettler, the head of our Suburb’s neighbourhood watch and repeated mayoral candidate, with a failure record of four soon to be five consecutive campaigns, her son’s erratic delinquency with the likes of us occasionally making headlines was one of the many reasons for this. Right from his first induction to St David’s merry band of pisswits he made a name for himself as an openly proud, shameless pariah, whilst Owen and I engaged in classroom revelry for the sake of entertaining others and elevating our own boredom Derek was what you imagined those petty trolls on internet comment sections would be like in real life, childish, argumentative, sensitive of ego and always keen for a fight through some kind of closeted masochistic tendencies and in retrospect I can’t quite grasp the rationale behind tolerating his presence, perhaps it was pity, perhaps we just needed our fall guy to designate as the grunt of the group. Now and again the method to his mockery would reveal itself in tragic monologue of how he acted as he did only because he lacked any other means by which to interact with others and we would for a short time maintain some form of respect for him in all his idiocy before we quickly resorted to chasing him with hefty objects to revenge whatever wrong he had done to us. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnb8s4QW23H
Last but far from least we have the ever so consuming Easton Godfrey, by which I mean I would not put the idea pass him of consuming us were the city to suffer a sudden food shortage, though in fairness I would not put it past Owen either given his psychotic tendencies, shortage or not he would take that is the invitation that for all I know he may be awaiting, Easton was a boy unusually quiet for someone of his… spacial dimensions, a mammoth one hundred and twenty kilograms of mass condensed into a mere five and half feet standing, this jolly jiggler was a force to be reckoned with in all domains but reality, in truth he couldn't hurt a fly unless you coated in marinade but his perversion made us all nervous in equal measure, his fondness of fondling his own nipples and flailing his tongue when the proximity of those whose personality he found distasteful was a deeply confusing but strangely effective method of repealing toxic individuals from his life, were they to be violently offended by his gestures he spread his open arms and scream “Hug Me Daddy!” a surefire way to repeal any who may give us trouble as well as even the slimmest chance of female attention unless Owen’s mother had to pay a visit should he forget his lunch.406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUAyPYVrnbd
This evening each and every misfit was in attendance bringing their own unique contribution to the tribunal of future neckbearded degenerates though Easton as always had made an exit to take his second lunchtime pilgrimage to the cafeteria compensating for his lackluster calorie usage with the hefty expenditure of his allowance. The banter circulated the strategies we were developing in their early beta stages to score this sorry lot tight skirted companionship at the latest neighbourhood boozing, nothing but self-indulgent fantasy but the youthful are among the most hopeful generations so one could not fault us for our hubris. “Thinking maybe Gita will be giving it up again this Saturday? I’ve been reading the Kama Sutra in preparation” remarked Owen chauvinistically awaiting barrels of laughter but instead bearing the full brunt of Darren the Sass Queen “Honey please the only shape a body like yours is contorting into is more my fortay than yours, with hair like that you’re the perfect picking for the queer boys who don’t know it yet and can’t tell the difference from the back” a moment of silence was made for his fallen pride, here lies the masculinity of Owen Fielding, may it rest in peace Darren being such a formidable adversary in the art of roasting Owen, I and most whom have known him long enough opt to yield before facing a further grueling from a Diva of his level. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAyC2aKDlC3
I saw in the corner of my eyes the devilish grin painted across Derek’s face as he chuckled like a shuttle’s roar before it’s irreversible launch as he was about to irreversibly launch himself into grievous injury “Hey Tangi what do you think of it? He does have his mother’s shoulders, it could be worth a tap” shut up Michael! Shut your mouth! You laugh you’ll be buried holding hands with him “YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT!!I” roared Owen as he lunged in unison with Tangi at their mutual punching bag. Tangi firmly planting a thoroughly swung elbow to the crown of Derek's golden head with a clearly audible crack, unsteadying his stance, Owen determined to have his own piece, employed his immense height to lever and heave Derrek clean off his feet and above the six foot marker of Owen’s shoulders into and jackknifed glide, halted by an uncomfortable collision with the wall a pace and a half from Owen’s back. Derrek’s two assaulters, in a silent consensus, nodded to each other and reverted to peaceful selves as they awaited Derek's inevitable regaining of consciousness, with his fair share of a wailing done he would feel sufficiently satisfied with his work for the time being and would now be a more tolerable brand of class clown, count our lucky stars we share almost none of his classes or I fear he may of met his end sooner than intended.
To the pleasure of Adrian, Haruka had decided to attempt some networking and came to observe the St David’s simpleton in its natural habitat. Before we could get an accurate grasp on what he was intending to say he went deadly silent as if accosted by a stranger as he gawked, mouth agape momentarily before concealing his smitten disbelief behind a smirk and an awkward snigger that awarded him numerous shunning shakes of the head amongst us. She stood poised for a moment before a passively delivered introduction “Hi guys, what's… How’s it going?” “Not so bad Har-Har, c’mon sit down” I invited and insisted to her to seat herself aside Tangi for maximum discomfort on his part, stepping over Derek, believing him to be napping in her innocence, she gracefully squatted to the carpet, her skirt unintentionally lifting ever so slightly, raising eyebrows among other things for Tangi, Adrian and admittedly myself too before I tore myself from the mirage of her beauteous arrival.
I reassessed the topic to incorporate our anxious damsel “We were just talking about the party coming up this weekend, that blonde muntered-looking guy Kevin Spruce is hosting I think, don’t suppose you’re coming?” she thought on it for a moment before a clear distress was visible in her eyes “...Not my type of event, sorry”. I and Leon, being possibly the least brooding of the group looked across at each other in a consensus as if in a telepathic channel “It could be fun, Adrian could guide you through it” I offered as Leon nodded in agreement and Adrian swiveled his head in observation of the parties involved who had deliberately excluded him from the topic of discussion, I might just be getting you laid don’t look at me like that buddy,, you’ll thank me later It was well-known of Adrian’s inability to apply the charm that earned him all the shiny trinkets her adorns himself with to the opposite sex so if we to ever hope of fulfilling his fantasies of the two of them engaged in an intimate game of Dungeons and Dragons or whatever their breed of extrovert delight in our help would be a necessity. Haruka looked to Adrian for reconfirmation of our offer, sensing his opportunity through our assistance, he did his part and applied the seal to this deed “It would be my pleasure to act as your prodige at this event as long as you allow it”. In near unison they blushed, providing all the consent we needed to make this night, so it seemed we were quite the hitchers these miscellaneous inbetweeners. I almost feel envy for Adrian, a lady buxem of both brain and body is like the four leaf clover of the romantic playing field where only her intellect less intimidating and her apprehension not so chronic, this of course leaving her unspoiled which for the patient admirer made her all the more desirable.
Migrating from Japan no more than four years ago, she briskly fell victim to the viciousness of the gremlins that are teenage girls. Like our animalistic ancestors when a congress is confronted with a newcomer not unlike themselves in appeal to the eye, yet lacking their personality and ideals, that being of emotional shallowness and materialism, they respond with relentless ferocity. Haruka, though shapely of curvature even prior to pubescence, radiant of complexion and modest of demeanour, was subject to dreadful ridicule by petty and jealous girls lacking enough respect for themselves to refrain from projecting their insecurities onto others as they did to her so mercilessly. Made to feel shame for “bloating” and “puggishness” that did not exist, shamed even for her race by some and for the longest time lacking the knowledge of the English language to fight back she had grown to be petrified of those around her, even those offering open arms of friendship, and lived day by day in constant obsession over fictitious flaws in herself now a social ghost dwelling in the domain of the advanced level classes. Her hair was, lengthy and free flowing like grain in the wind, deep black by nature but ingrained with highlights of pink, relics of her once vibrant love for herself and warmness to others that had remained for years out of habit more than anything else. Her face smothered in cosmetic powders to conceal her skin’s oriental texture but only masking the rarely seen glow of her skin like fine porcelain. Thick glasses and a neatly presented, conservative manner of wearing our school’s navy blue blazer and garish lime sweater amounted to an attire so dumbfoundedly stereotypical it was as if Adrian had crafted her in his basement, all that he wanted, foreign, pretty and conforming to school regulations to a “T”.
For once it appeared my silence and pouted face at a party would not be a solo facade. I, Leon and Owen had unwittingly elected ourselves as the babysitters of our sheltered acquaintances, the third, fourth and fifth wheel of the overgrown puppy love and the wielder's of Tangi’s leash to prevent the desecration of another beloved mother of a St David’s student, and just like that my weekend is now set in stone. 406Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHqZ2DOwi6Y
With that matter addressed now came the designated fifteen minutes of bitching, as to what he regarded their traditionally was never a particular topic, whomever or whatever may have vexed one of us today is now due for it’s place in the roasting, a list of names is typically brung up longer than some shopping lists, everyone from those bound in infamy to those names shrouded “Who?”s and “They are?”s for the most part, my ears only grant attention for moments at a time until a concern that has dwelled on me for the better part of three hours “Joseph Burns” I inattentively decipher amidst the drivel. “What the hell was wrong with him today?” Owen questioned rhetorically in a tone of vague mockery “Head down and all that, I said hello and he just gave me a look like he wanted a fight, I didn’t do shit this time I haven’t seen Marmite in months” Marmite was Joseph’s cherished cat and being as screechingly loud as it is and his rural address neighbouring the Fielding's farmlet it had expended several of its nine lives narrowly escaping the clutches of Owen’s sadistic tendencies. Leon interjected with his wisdom from the higher plain “Yeah man, his vibes are just low some shit’s out for him” he then looked towards me silently awaiting my input. I fluttered my eyes not quite sure what he was prompting me to say What is he? Oh shit he saw me “Ah, I don’t wanna worry about it he is probably just on a man rag is all, he just wanted my notes” Leon acted the conductor in the band of disbelievers that surrounded me “Why you? He was staring at you the whole lesson like he had a crush or something, serious sexual tension man, I could feel it” he said losing his coherence in the mess of his own preemptive laughter “Fuck. You.” I said softly, Darren wth Quinton nodding in agreement at his back further aggravated my fresh wound “Oh sweety, I can guide you right out of that closet don’t you worry” unable to continue my retaliatory barking I responded with an exhausted grunt Let them rip on me, it will pull them away from the topic But trust Adrian when not swooning over the elegance from the east to spoil fun by bludgeoning with the cold cudgel of logic “Why you, of all individuals, specifically? I mean no offence to you Michael but your grades are adequate at best, you’re tardiness was even more severe and from my own observation you to have no real personal connection or acquaintanceship on any level so I find your story implausible” well ghee golly save the fucking social commentary Adrian Quite wisely I chose not do battle on Adrian’s domain of expertise, that being argument and pomposity, it was a game in which he would never concede even when clearly outwitted, a feat that has been achieved only once by his emasculating gifted younger brother Lucas, essentially for all intents and purposes Adrian was the obsolete model of the seemingly inhuman Marshal prodigy children Lucas obsessed all of his brothers exceptional intellect yet none of the impediments that slowed Adrian such as compassion or empathy, a callous and often devious genius who much to Adrian’s dismay had been placed in an accelerated learning program placing him in many of his brother’s classes despite being three years his junior. Incapable of thinking of a feasible addition to my lazily slopped together lie, I silently focused on the floor and attempt to formulate a change of topic “Whatever the shit is between you two just leave me out of your bromance ok? And keep your socks on then you don’t have to say ‘No Homo’” Owen said to aid the topic’s dismissal and wishing to halt any further prying. “Whatever, look I’ll let you guys know as soon as I work out what it is. I was sort of pulled into this whole thing without wanting to and now I have to sort shit out for him. Just please don’t go shooting your mouth off about this or whatever it is will just get worse, I’ll have a talk to him” genuine shock filled the faces of Tangi, Leon and Owen having seen for the first time in perhaps years an unprecedented unveiling of the closest thing to a good samaritan I know myself to be capable of yet Adrian and Haruka, being people of altruistic nature gave me the approving smiles of proud parents until such time as Haruka’s tendencies to blush once again surfaced sparking the quiet seething jealousy of Adrian. “M-Maybe he could come with us” she so tenderly suggested, the thought glanced me, perhaps heavy dosages of alcohol would make for the opportune time to rifle through Joseph's emotional baggage, an idea that seemed to pose an unvoiced threat to Adrian's hopes of atlast winning her heart but given that the repercussions of this heavy burden upon my shoulders may be less than slight I agreed. And so became set in stone the collective mettling that would unearth secrets that were best left hidden and redefine the paths for those who sat before me irreversibly.
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