Just a Freak

Sex on Legs

I slugged Jason.

I had to.

He just wouldn't leave me alone.

He just wouldn't fucking stop.

What was I supposed to do?

I slugged him; that's what I did.

And now I'm sitting with my hands folded on my lap, waiting for Mr. Principal.

Right outside his posh little office.

Whoopee.

Some guy just sat down next to me.

A fellow rebel.

Oh.

My.

God.

He's gorgeous.

Ratty jeans, leather jacket, red flannel shirt, undeniable stubble, and hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in weeks.

He's sex on legs.

"Hey,"

Holy shit. He spoke to me.

"Yo," I said back.

"What're you here for?"

He wants to know what I'm here for.

He's a doll.

In the good way.

"I punched a kid,"

He snorted and scratched he back of his neck.

"Nice. Who?" he glanced down the hallway.

"This Kid Jason. Doesn't matter."

He smirked and nodded. But didn't say anything else.

"What's your name?" I sked him.

"Call me Dirk," he said. Dirk said.

"Riley,"

"That's my cousin's name."

"Really?"

"Pfft, no."

I love him already.

"A Clash fan?" I observed, eyeing the teeshirt he had on.

"You like 'em?"

"Sure. They're alright. Not my favorite."

"Who is your favorite?"

"Dunno. A lot. Patti Smith, Nirvana, Iggy Pop..."

"Nirvana's overrated," He grinned.

"Fuck you," I grinned back.

"I dare you to try,"

Oh, Dirk. If only you knew how much I would love to.

The door swung open.

"That's my stop," I said.

"Have fun," he called to me.

So I've got detention for the next two weeks.

With Connie.

She wants to help me sort out my anger issues, so not only will I be with her at lunch, I'll be with her after school, too.

That's a helluva lot of Connie, if you ask me.

I called Caleb and bullied him into telling me what was up.

"Okay, okay," He groaned. he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I sort of... like Brian, and was planning on...um...doing something with him when you walked in."

"Whoah! K! Whoah!"

"No! Not like that. I mean like, I don't know. Maybe telling him how I feel, or just hinting at it or something. Not like that. Gosh, Riley. You're such a pervert."

"I know."

I beamed proudly.

"I met a boy today."

"Mmph," said Caleb. He was still angry at me. I think.

"His name is Dirk and he's the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Mmph."

"Oh, cheer up. You'll get your Brian. The kid practically has fag stamped on his forehead. No offense," I added when I could practically feel his disdain oozing through the phone. "Do something tomorrow. Like, I don't know, pull one of those 'accidentally brush against the hand' things. Or, 'accidentally trip over nothing and accidentally fall on him and accidentally smoosh your mouth against his' thing."

"The last one is a little excessive."

"True. Tripping over nothing is totally cliche."

"I don't know. I'm too shy to actually do anything like that, anyway. It took me ages to work up the nerve for today, and then you came and everything kind of backfired..."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault. Well, it is, sort of. But not really."

I love Caleb. He's precious.

I made Dirk's sexy shoes out of clay.

Converse, of course.

I can't wait to look for him tomorrow.

Then again, I think I'll be getting a lot of dirty looks for punching out Jason.

Maybe more.
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