Post by hidan on Feb 16, 2009 17:38:12 GMT -5
i think the worst day was the day the science project was due. waking up that morning, that was fun. your head’d pop off the pillow. “oh no! it’s due today!”
i had nine months to work on it. i did nothing.
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MORNINGS WERE ALWAYS HECTIC. ROLLING OUT OF BED MUST HAVE BEEN THE HARDEST PART. JUST GETTING UP WAS HELL FOR A CERTAIN SILVER-HAIRED TEEN. LAST NIGHT WAS HECTIC, THERE WERE TWO PARTIES AND HIDAN HAD BEEN EXPECTED TO SHOW UP AT BOTH. NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE WAS UP FOREVER. HE DIDN’T EVEN LIKE PARTYING… OR GETTING DRUNK, IT MESSED UP HIS GORGEOUS IMAGE, MADE HIM LOOK LIKE A SLOPPY FUCKER. SO, LAST NIGHT HAD BEEN HELL. TWO PARTIES, AND HE WAS EXPECTED TO WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING AND LOOK GOOD FOR SCHOOL. GEE, IT WAS A ROUGH WORLD OUT THERE.
AND THEN THERE WAS THE FACT THAT IT TOOK HIM ABOUT FIFTY MINUTES TO GET DRESSED IN THE MORNING, AND THAT WAS JUST ON AVERAGE. SOMETIMES IT TOOK HIM UP TO TWO HOURS. BUT THAT WAS ONLY WHEN HE WAS INTENT ON PLEASING SOMEONE… WHICH HE RARELY DID… UNLESS HE WAS TRYING TO PLEASE HIMSELF, THOUGH THAT WASN’T TOO HARD FOR THE SILVER-HAIRED BOY TO DO. HE WAS ALWAYS PLEASING HIMSELF WITH HIS GORGEOUS LOOKS.
HIDAN ROLLED OFF THE BED, FALLING ONTO THE FLOOR WITH A SOFT THUD. EVERY DAY… EVERY DAMN DAY. WHY THE FUCK DID HE ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THAT?
“OWW…” HE MOANED LOUDLY, RUBBING HIS SORE ASS. THANKS A LOT, YOU DAMN FLOOR. NOW HIS ASS WAS GOING TO BE SORE ALL DAY! AND HONESTLY, WHO LOOKS THEIR BEST WHEN THEY WINCE EVERY DAMN TIME THEY TRY TO SIT DOWN (AND SITTING DOWN WAS A FAIRLY COMMON THING IN SCHOOL).
HIDAN GOT UP SLOWLY, WINCING AS HE WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM. GREAT, JUST MOVING MADE HIS DAMN ASS HURT! THIS WAS GOING TO BE ONE HELL OF A DAY.
HIDAN STOOD IN FRONT OF HIS MIRROR FOR ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES BEFORE DECIDING THAT THE BLACK SHIRT WITH THE RED JASHIN SYMBOL MADE HIS ARMS LOOK SEXIER INSTEAD OF THE WHITE T-SHIRT WITH THE JASHIN SYMBOL. THOUGH THE WHITE ONE MADE HIM LOOK MORE… SMARTER. WELL, IT WAS WARM TODAY, AND EVERYONE KNEW THAT BLACK ABSORBED SUNLIGHT. PLUS, IT WAS NEVER A BAD THING TO LOOK SMART AND SEXY.
HIDAN WENT WITH THE WHITE SHIRT WITH THE JASHIN SYMBOL AND A BLACK HOODIE ON TOP WITH A RED-CLOUD PATTERN. IT WAS HIS FAVORITE JACKET, AND THE PATTERN WAS REALLY COOL, SO SAID HIS FRIENDS, ANYWAY.
HIDAN GAVE HIMSELF A THUMBS UP IN THE MIRROR.
“DAMN, YOU ARE ONE HAWT DUDE,” HE TOLD HIMSELF. HE CHECKED HIMSELF OVER BEFORE REALIZING THAT HIS ASS WAS LOOKING A BIT… NON MUSCULAR. HE’D HAVE TO WORK OUT LATER TO FIX THAT.
HIDAN POUTED IN THE MIROR. DAMMIT. HE RAN A HAND THROUGH HIS MESSY SILVER HAIR, RELIEVING HIS EYES FROM HIS SPIKY SILVER BANGS. USUALLY HE WOULD SLICK HIS HAIR BACK (IT MADE HIM LOOK REALLY HOT) BUT TODAY, LIKE SOME DAYS, HE LET IT OUT NORMAL. IT MADE HIM LOOK LIKE HE JUST GOT OUT OF BED AFTER HAVING ROUGH SEX. NOT TO MENTION, IT REALLY TURNED ON THE CHICKS.
YEAH. SO HE LIKED HIMSELF. OKAY, SO LIKE WAS THE WRONG WORD. HE REALLY FUCKING LOVED HIMSELF. AND THAT TOO WAS PROBABLY NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SAY HOW MUCH HE ADORED HIS BODY.
HIDAN TRIPPED DOWN THE STAIRS AND GRABBED HIS BACK PACK. DAMNIT, HE FORGOT TO DO HIS HOMEWORK. AH WELL, THERE WAS ALWAYS THE TRAIN RIDE, WHERE HE’D ASK ONE OF THE MATALETES WHO TOOK THE TRAIN WITH HIM IF THEY KNEW HOW TO DO ANY OF THE PROBLEMS. THERE WOULD BE AT LEAST ONE WHO WOULDN’T MIND HELPING THE GORGEOUS ‘DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT’
MATHALETES ALWAYS SEEMED TO SUCK UP TO THE HOT STUDENTS, AND OKAY, EVERYONE SEEMED TO SUCK UP TO THE DETAI, BUT IT WASN’T HIS FAULT HE HAD BEEN PICKED FRESHMAN YEAR.----------
THE TRAIN RIDE WAS BRUTAL. HE KEPT TRYING TO BRING UP HIS HOMEWORK, BUT HE JUST KEPT FUCKING TALKING TO EVERYONE… HE WAS POPULAR, AFTER ALL, SO HE KEPT FORGETING THAT HE HAD SOME WONDERFULLY UNFINISHED HOMEWORK IN HIS BACKPACK THAT WAS KINDASORTAREALLY CALLING OUT TO HIM…
OH WELL, HE HAD A FREE SOMETIME DURING THE MORNING ANYWAY DIDN’T HE? OH, WAIT, TODAY WAS MONDAY WASN’T IT? SHIT. HIS MORNING FREE PERIOD WAS ON TUESDAY.
WHY DID SCHOOL WEEKS HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING LONG. THE SCHOOL DAY HADN’T EVEN STARTED AND HIDAN WAS ALREADY WISHING TO GO HOME.
HE CURSED HIMSELF. IT WAS ALL THAT DAMN BEER HE DROWNED HIMSELF IN LAST NIGHT. IT WASN’T HIS FAULT HE COULDN’T HOLD LIQUOR FOR SHIT.----------
HIDAN REACHED SCHOOL WITHOUT FINISHING A SINGLE HOMEWORK PROBLEM. WAS YELLED AT IN THREE CLASSES, HAD A SPLITTING HEADACHE AND WAS REGRETTING GOING TO ANY OF THE PARTIES HE HAPPENED TO GO TO LAST NIGHT. NOT TO MENTION HE REALLY WISHED HE HAD SLICKED BACK HIS HAIR TODAY.
YES, TODAY WAS THE WORST DAY EVER. AND THESE JEANS MADE HIS ASS LOOK REALLY FUCKING HUGE, WHICH MADE HIM REALLY SELF CONCIOUS. WHICH MADE HIM GO HIDE IN THE BATHROOM DURING LUNCH.
YES, HE WAS REALLY INSECURE SOMETIMES.
SO, TODAY SUCKED, AND THERE WASN’T ANYTHING HIDAN COULD DO ABOUT IT BUT GO INTO SIXTH PERIOD BIOLOGY AND SIT DOWN AND MOPE AROUND UNTIL SOMEONE TRIED TO CHEER HIM UP.
OR HE COULD GO TO THE NURSES OFFICE AND PRETEND TO BE SICK SO HE DIDN’T HAVE TO SUFFER PUBLIC HUMILIATION. YEAH, THAT SOUNDED JUST ABOUT RIGHT FOR TODAY.
GOD HE WAS SO FUCKING PATHETIC. HERE HE WAS, STANDING IN FRONT OF THE NURSES OFFICE, DEBATING WHETHER HE SHOULD SAVE FACE AND GO INSIDE THE DAMN OFFICE AND PRETEND TO HAVE THE FUCKING FLU OR WHATEVER, OR HE COULD GO TO CLASS AND BE COMPLETELY EMBARASSED BECAUSE HE DIDN’T LOOK GOOD TODAY.
PATHETIC WASN’T EVEN A STRONG ENOUGH WORD FOR THAT.
HIDAN TURNED AROUND. THIS WAS JUST STUPID. HE’D GO TO CLASS, HE’D PRETEND HE DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT—WAIT, BUT HE DID GIVE A SHIT. WHICH WAS WHY HE WAS HERE, WHICH WAS WHY HE WAS BEING SUCH A BABY.
HIDAN TURNED BACK AND OPENED THE DOOR TO THE NURSES OFFICE BEFORE HE COULD GIVE HIMSELF THE CHANCE TO WALK BACK TO THE BIOLOGY DEPARTMENT.
“YEAH COUGH I HAVE THE COUGH FLU OR SOMETHING,” HE HELD HIS STOMACH AND TRIED HIS HARDEST TO LOOK COMPLETELY PATHETIC, WONDERING IF THE NURSE WOULD BUY IT.