*Pax's PoV*

As I walk through the hallway I get odd stares, I mean come on what's new a teenage boy with purple hair. Not normal. I walk up to my locker putting in the code thing whatever the fuck you want to call it thing and opened it. I put all my books and binders full of homework that I need to catch up on, why no clue. I think we have like pre testing or some shit in a few weeks.

"Pax," someone called, fuck me I hope to god it's not J.D.

"Hello," I smile awkwardly not looking at who is behind me.

"You have a phone right," he asked.

"Yeah who wants to know?" I ask looking around only for my eyes to land on the one and only J.D.

"Me I do now give me your number," he grinned.

How about I not give you my number and you scurry the hell away.

"Why?" I ask.

"So I can text you," he said in a "duh" voice.

"Ummm," I mumble having an internal battle with myself.

"You now what," he grabs my phone from my back pocket almost touching my ass.

Fancy.

"I would like to know why you took my phone," I smile innocently.

"Here," he handed my phone back to me now seeing my case, "cool rainbow case."

"Thanks," I smile and flip the phone around in my hands, and walk away.

I approach the large double glass door, that show my exit from this hell. Not that home is much better though. I reach for my phone in my back pocket, plugging in my apple ear buds, blaring panic at the disco, Hollywood undead, twenty one pilots, the offspring, and fallout boy. My eyes seem to drift from all the little, well not so little groups this school has. the normal honestly. Football players and the cheerleaders, all clinging to each other like they will some day get married and have beautiful baby. HA ok they might look nice, but they will have the IQ of a jellyfish. The preppy girls and guys, and all their fancy cloths, flaunting their daddy's money. The nerds, playing whatever dragon shit card game they play. Well this is interesting, swimmers, and J.D is there with them, with a girl hanging off him. I chuckle, swimmers are hot, when they are all hot a wet. YUMMY.

A piece of my purple hair falls onto my forehead, instantly annoying me. I grumble and push it back up to where it's supposed to be. I continue my way to my house, my steps drowsy and my shoulder slump. I yawn multiple time before I'm even out of the school parking lot yet. My phone vibrates in my pocket. Yawning I take it out a look at the message.

Even though you left, I still now where you are. And I will still get you. There is now running Pax.

My breath hitches in my throat and all movement stopped. Panic grew inside of me as my whole body begins to shake. Tears cloud my vision as my feet franticly try and keep me up as I stumble around. I quickly call the only person I know who will help me.

"Hello!" came a cheery voice.

"Brandi," I choke out.

"Oh pax sweety whats wrong baby," her sweet voice calming me down some.

"J- Jett," I sobbed out while holding my head in my hands.

"He found you, didn't he," she growled out.

"Y- yeah," I say while trying to hold back another sob, I don't need people looking at me. Even though I know they already are.

"Ill kick his sorry ass to the mother fucking curve, then stick my big ass boots up his dick until he can taste the leather!" she snarls, I can tell her bright pink contacts are out of her eyes, and her scary ass blue eyes are full of fury.

"Brandi, this school doesn't seem any different then my old one," I cry, tears smearing my eyeliner and mascara.

"I'm sure this one is better then ours, there will be no Archer!" she says quilt as I get to my feet and start walking to my house.

"No it doesn't seem like it, I know I'm different but that doesn't mean they have to stare, i'm not a fucking piece of art!" I growl but my vouce cracks in the middle of the sentence.

"I know, but hey, you have better fashion taste in the tip of your dick then the whole school has all together," she laughs making me smile.

"You're honestly true, how's little Harley?" I ask.

"Good, her tail is bipolar I swear!" she yelled.

"She is bipolar," I chuckle, walking past J.D.

"Who's bipolar?" he asks.

"OHHHH who's that?" Brandi ask.

"My best friends dog, and that was this kid I don't really like," I answer both of their questions.

"Oh!" they both say.

"Yeah, Brandi I gotta go, I'll talk to you later tonight. Right?!" I question her.

"Yeah sweaty I'll Skype you around 10 how does that sound?"

"Fine by me."

"Ok Paxy Poo I love you!" She hangs up the fun just as I'm about to curse her out.

"That bitch is on crack, I swear to fucking whatever eternal God thingy!" I cry as I shake my head. My posture straightening up as my mind races back to what's at hand.

Jett Albert. The person who pulled me out of the closet. Quite roughly if I may add. The person who wanted me to stop dying my hair. The person who wanted to change me. The person who almost ruined my life. 

Eh. That's a bit over done. That closeted gay isn't that special. Sighing, I walk to my car. Groaning loudly I see a group of fuckbois leaning against the next car over and drooling over mine.

"Can you move?" I ask irritated.

"No, we're looking at this beauty," one guy said, his eyes never leaving my car.

"Well it's my car, and I would like to get in it and not run someone over!" I huff, pulling out my keys.  

"Fine, whatever faggot enjoy your gay ass car!" The same guy spat.

"Huh, well that's different. I could have sworn that it was you who looked like you were about to kiss it!" I snapped. The guy glared at me as I entered the car. Grumbling about how wants me to die in a pit of Praying Mantises.

Ew. Creepy fuckers.

~~~~~~~~~

WHOA WHOA WHOA.

HOLY SHIT.

IM BACK.

AHHHH. SUMMER UPDATES FOR ONCE IN HER LIFE.

I'm actually already in love with my Paxy Poo.

-SUMMER OUT-

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