ThrashedThrasher
03-04-2005, 10:21 PM
Okay, this is a story I had to write for my Honors English class, I'm bored and I'd thought I'd share it with you all. It probably sucks cause I did it last minute and yeah anyways....
Until The Day I Die…
It was the beginning of September and Pat was a senior at Temple High School in Temple, Texas. During football season Pat seemed like your ordinary 17 year old guy but out of football season he was one of the biggest freaks on campus. Most people only liked him because he happened to have made captain of the football team, but other than that, people kept their distance from Pat. The intelligent kids at Temple High portrayed Pat as a very interesting, quirky guy. When he wasn’t suited up for football Pat was dressed in the best traditional and cyber goth garb. He lived up to his image too. Pat was a very calm, almost sedated kind of guy. He rarely spoke up in class and he ran around with one other dude, not really the kind of person you’d think Pat would be friends with. The guy’s name was Iain. He was a scruffy 19 year old, old school British punk. Iain was beyond hyper 24/7 and he always had one thing on his mind, girls. Pat laughed to himself whenever he thought about what Iain was thinking about. Of course, Pat knew. Iain was also quite the short tempered kind of guy. One time Pat accidentally said Lain rather than Iain out loud while reading a note and Iain stepped up to Pat and screamed like a little girl,
“MY FUCKING NAME IS NOT LAIN! IT IS IAIN, YOU GET THAT? IT’S LIKE IAN, YOU KNOW, I-A-N BUT WITH AN EXTRA ‘I’ BETWEEN THE ‘A’ AND ‘N’!!!! YOU FUCKING FUCKHEAD!!”
That one little mistake made Pat laugh hysterically. Not because Iain flipped out about such a simple mistake but because Iain was about 5’3” tall at 135lbs compared to a 6’8” at 210lbs guy like Pat.
The first couple of months of school went by quite slowly for Pat. It was November 12th, Pat’s 18th birthday. Iain made every attempt to cheer Pat up but he finally gave up and let Pat be his depressed self.
“You know what Iain, I’m so fucking sick and tired of all of this.”
“What do you mean?” questioned Iain being smart about it.
“You know what I mean. This sucks; everyone around me has someone to be with except me. Fuck, even you!” Iain having a girlfriend was highly surprising to Pat considering the fact that Iain was such a pervert.
“I don’t see why you don’t just go ask that one chick you’ve been jerkin’ off over for the past year out,” mumbled Iain.
“You know damn well why!” shouted Pat.
“Oh come on don’t tell me you’re still stuck in the past. That was three years ago dude, plus, Rayne was a shallow bitch for leaving you.”
Three years ago Pat was waiting for his buddy to take him home when their car got t-boned in a four-way intersection by a drunk driver. The accident had left Pat with a scar down the right side of his face which is why his girlfriend left him. She said she couldn’t stand being seen with someone with such a hideous imperfection. Other than the scar though, Pat was just absolutely gorgeous, almost perfect.
“Let’s just drop the subject I’m late for my appointment,” snapped Pat.
“You’re going to get the D-Rings replaced huh?” Iain replied while doing a line.
“Yeah, the skin has healed pretty well so I think I can put them back in.”
After the car accident Pat formed a new kind of obsession known as suspensions. Pat once tried to describe the feeling of “weightlessness” to Iain but Iain just cringed at the thought of having metal hooks or permanent D-rings implanted into your back. About 6 months ago Pat got into a very violent fight with some local Skins and had 3 of 6 rings ripped out. Not only was Pat into suspensions but he also loved piercings and brandings. Pat’s 25 piercings and two heart shaped brandings on his chest made up for his facial imperfection to people much like your Humble Narrator.
It was 7:15AM when Iain called Pat’s cell.
“Wake up! Wake up! WAKE THE HELL UP!” he yelled impatiently.
“Wake up? For what?” Pat said groggily.
“There’s talk that we have a new junior at school,” replied Iain who was talking abnormally fast.
Pat had the feeling that Iain had his morning fix before he called Pat.
“So, why do I care about this new person?” questioned Pat still half asleep.
“I don’t know. Joey told Acey, who told Tripp, who told Racci, who told Edsel, who told Bugs, who told Diz, who told me that she was very, very attractive.”
“What’s it to you, you have a girlfriend now you moron.” Pat retorted while shuffling through his dresser trying to find a pack of cigarettes.
Iain snorted, “I was hinting that maybe you’d like her!”
Pat just laughed.
“I’m coming to pick you up in 20 minutes be ready!” Iain demanded.
“Yeah right, you know it takes about 30 just to do my makeup,” said Pat.
“I sometimes wonder whether you’re really a guy or a fag,” muttered Iain.
Pat and Iain arrived at school almost 30 minutes late.
“You know I’m going to end up in Spazzo Land because of you right?” grumbled Pat.
Spazzo Land was Pat’s 1st period teacher’s detention unit. Mr. Rundquist was suspected of buying drugs from students all the time; mostly pot, cigarettes, and the occasional coke.
“Yeah I know, maybe you can make some green off him,” joked Iain.
“That’s not funny, because you know I probably could,” said Pat half serious, half sarcastic.
That’s when they saw her. The new girl, her name was supposedly Samantha but she preferred the name Sam. Pat approached her with caution realizing she was extremely mingin’ (a word he had learned from his lovely British buddy Iain.) This new girl couldn’t get her locker open so Pat simply walked up, kicked the bottom of the door and like magic it popped open.
“I swear, the Devil himself must’ve made you,” whispered Pat.
“Excuse me!” Samantha exclaimed.
“Hmm? The locker, I had it last year it’s a pain in the arse to open at first, but you’ll get the hang of it sooner or later,” replied Pat barely raising his voice past a whisper.
“Oh, well thank you,” snapped Sam.
Pat bowed his head and left. He knew when he wasn’t wanted. He hadn’t bothered making eye contact with her at all. Pat was very superstitious and felt that when one looks directly in another’s eyes they have the power to steal your soul. Another reason why Pat never favored having a girlfriend, they always wanted to look deeply into each other’s eyes and all that lovely mushy stuff.
“Oh wow, she just blew you the fuck off dude.” Giggled Iain like a little school girl.
“Shut it, she’s just a stupid uptight, rich, selfish little daddy’s girl. She’s not worth my time,” Pat barked while swinging at Iain’s head, lucky for Iain, he missed by about 2 inches.
Apparently Samantha had heard him since she walked by and attempted to slap him across his face but Pat was too fast for her, she hit Iain instead.
“Gutted, just all around gutted,” mumbled Iain as he rubbed his face, still red from where Sam had smacked him. Pat thought to himself, since she’s the lovely “look at me I’m an ultra cool and skinny cheerleader” type I bet she’s about as big of a druggie as Mr.Rundquist. He grinned an evil grin at the thought.
A few days passed by and Pat indirectly got to know Sam. He had found out that she was a snob during the day but she was very wild and well fucked up by night. People said she was into the raves in his area, most of which he and his elder brother Chris controlled. He decided he should go and talk to her and try to figure her out.
“Hey you! What’s your name again? Ah yes, Bitchy Daddy’s Girl.” Pat said lowering his voice to make himself sound scary and stupid.
Sam rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”
“What do I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to join me at the annual Winter Fest rave this weekend,” said Pat.
“Raves are for the fuckheads stupid enough to do ecstasy on a nightly basis.”
“Ah, I don’t think so. We all know you do it too.”
“Well do you?” asked Sam, quite impatiently.
“Nope, drugs kill. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
“My mother….You know what fuck you, leave me alone! You have no room to talk about drugs either! You smoke them nasty fucking Marlboros!” exclaimed Sam.
“So I’ll pick you up around 10 Saturday night then right?”
“What-ever!” squealed Sam as she turned her back to Pat.
Pat grinned to himself as he walked away knowing he had irritated the hell out of her.
Saturday came and went faster than Pat expected. He spent about an hour trying to decide what he was going to wear and if Sam would really go with him. Soon enough he picked his favorite outfit. Iain called to find out if Pat was really going to go through with his plan and try to get Sam to date him. Iain called around 9:45PM to make sure Pat was ready and on his way out the door. As always he wasn’t. Pat ended up showing up at Samantha’s 15 minutes late. He stepped onto the porch decked out in a long sleeve torn fishnet shirt, leather bondage pants, and knee high platform boots. Along with that he had put on some very detailed make-up and had every necklace, choker, ring, and piercing jewelry you could possibly imagine in. He rang the door bell and a slightly old guy answered.
“Hello Sir, I’m here to pick up your daughter, Samantha.”
“Who are you?” the man demanded.
“Who am I? My name is Pat I go to school with your daughter. She and I are going out tonight, if that’s alright with you assuming that you are her father.”
“I suppose, hold on a second.”
The door was slammed in Pat’s face, he stepped back and laughed inside. He thought “Great an overprotective father.”
Pat heard yelling and things being thrashed around inside the house. He wondered what in the fuck was going on so he went over to the window to look inside but he couldn’t see anything.
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Until The Day I Die…
It was the beginning of September and Pat was a senior at Temple High School in Temple, Texas. During football season Pat seemed like your ordinary 17 year old guy but out of football season he was one of the biggest freaks on campus. Most people only liked him because he happened to have made captain of the football team, but other than that, people kept their distance from Pat. The intelligent kids at Temple High portrayed Pat as a very interesting, quirky guy. When he wasn’t suited up for football Pat was dressed in the best traditional and cyber goth garb. He lived up to his image too. Pat was a very calm, almost sedated kind of guy. He rarely spoke up in class and he ran around with one other dude, not really the kind of person you’d think Pat would be friends with. The guy’s name was Iain. He was a scruffy 19 year old, old school British punk. Iain was beyond hyper 24/7 and he always had one thing on his mind, girls. Pat laughed to himself whenever he thought about what Iain was thinking about. Of course, Pat knew. Iain was also quite the short tempered kind of guy. One time Pat accidentally said Lain rather than Iain out loud while reading a note and Iain stepped up to Pat and screamed like a little girl,
“MY FUCKING NAME IS NOT LAIN! IT IS IAIN, YOU GET THAT? IT’S LIKE IAN, YOU KNOW, I-A-N BUT WITH AN EXTRA ‘I’ BETWEEN THE ‘A’ AND ‘N’!!!! YOU FUCKING FUCKHEAD!!”
That one little mistake made Pat laugh hysterically. Not because Iain flipped out about such a simple mistake but because Iain was about 5’3” tall at 135lbs compared to a 6’8” at 210lbs guy like Pat.
The first couple of months of school went by quite slowly for Pat. It was November 12th, Pat’s 18th birthday. Iain made every attempt to cheer Pat up but he finally gave up and let Pat be his depressed self.
“You know what Iain, I’m so fucking sick and tired of all of this.”
“What do you mean?” questioned Iain being smart about it.
“You know what I mean. This sucks; everyone around me has someone to be with except me. Fuck, even you!” Iain having a girlfriend was highly surprising to Pat considering the fact that Iain was such a pervert.
“I don’t see why you don’t just go ask that one chick you’ve been jerkin’ off over for the past year out,” mumbled Iain.
“You know damn well why!” shouted Pat.
“Oh come on don’t tell me you’re still stuck in the past. That was three years ago dude, plus, Rayne was a shallow bitch for leaving you.”
Three years ago Pat was waiting for his buddy to take him home when their car got t-boned in a four-way intersection by a drunk driver. The accident had left Pat with a scar down the right side of his face which is why his girlfriend left him. She said she couldn’t stand being seen with someone with such a hideous imperfection. Other than the scar though, Pat was just absolutely gorgeous, almost perfect.
“Let’s just drop the subject I’m late for my appointment,” snapped Pat.
“You’re going to get the D-Rings replaced huh?” Iain replied while doing a line.
“Yeah, the skin has healed pretty well so I think I can put them back in.”
After the car accident Pat formed a new kind of obsession known as suspensions. Pat once tried to describe the feeling of “weightlessness” to Iain but Iain just cringed at the thought of having metal hooks or permanent D-rings implanted into your back. About 6 months ago Pat got into a very violent fight with some local Skins and had 3 of 6 rings ripped out. Not only was Pat into suspensions but he also loved piercings and brandings. Pat’s 25 piercings and two heart shaped brandings on his chest made up for his facial imperfection to people much like your Humble Narrator.
It was 7:15AM when Iain called Pat’s cell.
“Wake up! Wake up! WAKE THE HELL UP!” he yelled impatiently.
“Wake up? For what?” Pat said groggily.
“There’s talk that we have a new junior at school,” replied Iain who was talking abnormally fast.
Pat had the feeling that Iain had his morning fix before he called Pat.
“So, why do I care about this new person?” questioned Pat still half asleep.
“I don’t know. Joey told Acey, who told Tripp, who told Racci, who told Edsel, who told Bugs, who told Diz, who told me that she was very, very attractive.”
“What’s it to you, you have a girlfriend now you moron.” Pat retorted while shuffling through his dresser trying to find a pack of cigarettes.
Iain snorted, “I was hinting that maybe you’d like her!”
Pat just laughed.
“I’m coming to pick you up in 20 minutes be ready!” Iain demanded.
“Yeah right, you know it takes about 30 just to do my makeup,” said Pat.
“I sometimes wonder whether you’re really a guy or a fag,” muttered Iain.
Pat and Iain arrived at school almost 30 minutes late.
“You know I’m going to end up in Spazzo Land because of you right?” grumbled Pat.
Spazzo Land was Pat’s 1st period teacher’s detention unit. Mr. Rundquist was suspected of buying drugs from students all the time; mostly pot, cigarettes, and the occasional coke.
“Yeah I know, maybe you can make some green off him,” joked Iain.
“That’s not funny, because you know I probably could,” said Pat half serious, half sarcastic.
That’s when they saw her. The new girl, her name was supposedly Samantha but she preferred the name Sam. Pat approached her with caution realizing she was extremely mingin’ (a word he had learned from his lovely British buddy Iain.) This new girl couldn’t get her locker open so Pat simply walked up, kicked the bottom of the door and like magic it popped open.
“I swear, the Devil himself must’ve made you,” whispered Pat.
“Excuse me!” Samantha exclaimed.
“Hmm? The locker, I had it last year it’s a pain in the arse to open at first, but you’ll get the hang of it sooner or later,” replied Pat barely raising his voice past a whisper.
“Oh, well thank you,” snapped Sam.
Pat bowed his head and left. He knew when he wasn’t wanted. He hadn’t bothered making eye contact with her at all. Pat was very superstitious and felt that when one looks directly in another’s eyes they have the power to steal your soul. Another reason why Pat never favored having a girlfriend, they always wanted to look deeply into each other’s eyes and all that lovely mushy stuff.
“Oh wow, she just blew you the fuck off dude.” Giggled Iain like a little school girl.
“Shut it, she’s just a stupid uptight, rich, selfish little daddy’s girl. She’s not worth my time,” Pat barked while swinging at Iain’s head, lucky for Iain, he missed by about 2 inches.
Apparently Samantha had heard him since she walked by and attempted to slap him across his face but Pat was too fast for her, she hit Iain instead.
“Gutted, just all around gutted,” mumbled Iain as he rubbed his face, still red from where Sam had smacked him. Pat thought to himself, since she’s the lovely “look at me I’m an ultra cool and skinny cheerleader” type I bet she’s about as big of a druggie as Mr.Rundquist. He grinned an evil grin at the thought.
A few days passed by and Pat indirectly got to know Sam. He had found out that she was a snob during the day but she was very wild and well fucked up by night. People said she was into the raves in his area, most of which he and his elder brother Chris controlled. He decided he should go and talk to her and try to figure her out.
“Hey you! What’s your name again? Ah yes, Bitchy Daddy’s Girl.” Pat said lowering his voice to make himself sound scary and stupid.
Sam rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”
“What do I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to join me at the annual Winter Fest rave this weekend,” said Pat.
“Raves are for the fuckheads stupid enough to do ecstasy on a nightly basis.”
“Ah, I don’t think so. We all know you do it too.”
“Well do you?” asked Sam, quite impatiently.
“Nope, drugs kill. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
“My mother….You know what fuck you, leave me alone! You have no room to talk about drugs either! You smoke them nasty fucking Marlboros!” exclaimed Sam.
“So I’ll pick you up around 10 Saturday night then right?”
“What-ever!” squealed Sam as she turned her back to Pat.
Pat grinned to himself as he walked away knowing he had irritated the hell out of her.
Saturday came and went faster than Pat expected. He spent about an hour trying to decide what he was going to wear and if Sam would really go with him. Soon enough he picked his favorite outfit. Iain called to find out if Pat was really going to go through with his plan and try to get Sam to date him. Iain called around 9:45PM to make sure Pat was ready and on his way out the door. As always he wasn’t. Pat ended up showing up at Samantha’s 15 minutes late. He stepped onto the porch decked out in a long sleeve torn fishnet shirt, leather bondage pants, and knee high platform boots. Along with that he had put on some very detailed make-up and had every necklace, choker, ring, and piercing jewelry you could possibly imagine in. He rang the door bell and a slightly old guy answered.
“Hello Sir, I’m here to pick up your daughter, Samantha.”
“Who are you?” the man demanded.
“Who am I? My name is Pat I go to school with your daughter. She and I are going out tonight, if that’s alright with you assuming that you are her father.”
“I suppose, hold on a second.”
The door was slammed in Pat’s face, he stepped back and laughed inside. He thought “Great an overprotective father.”
Pat heard yelling and things being thrashed around inside the house. He wondered what in the fuck was going on so he went over to the window to look inside but he couldn’t see anything.
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