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falloutboyonboy for the image above!
If there was one thing Jean hated the most, then there's one--school. To be specific,
high school. There was almost everything he despised about it, countless of things that would take forever to list. But unfortunately in this unfair world, he was forced to attend anyway.
"Don't make your ma cry when she sees you as a drop out!" He remembered back, his mother shrilling in French as she mentioned about his dead grandparents. Jean only snorted, wearing a scowl that seemed to be permanent.
It's not like as if she wasn't crying about me already.
Taking his car keys, Jean latched the door open, exiting his narrowed bedroom. He checked his appearance by the nearest mirror, to see if he looked okay or not before going. The eighteen year old straightened his white tee, quickly but also carefully taking out few lints from last night's laundry. He then rushed to the entrance, not caring if he made loud footsteps. His mom could live with it. "Baise moi.." He grumbled under his breath in a foreign language, slipping onto his black converse. Today was going to be a shit day.
Twenty minutes later, Jean arrived at
Trost high school. It was his first day on senior year, the last grade before he could finally get out from this hell hole. He was finally relieved to be freed from the exhausting system but at the same time, a little worried but more irritated on the side. Once he's out of school, he's officially a full grown-adult. That means responsibility and work, work, work. Work besides engineering on busted cars and drug-dealing is definitely not on his agenda.
He thought for a moment. There was Bertl and Reiner though, maybe they would give him a job to work on. Sure they're college drop-outs but that doesn't mean they couldn't exactly do anything. They're like any other people; work to get paid money.
Whatever, I'll just think about this later. Stressing about the future would only give him white hair.
Shoving his hands in his leather-jacket pocket, Jean strode in the packed hallway, proudly showing off his style. People he knew weren't here yet, so the senior was still alone. Not that he cared though, because he needed some time to himself anyway. And no one was going to pick on him for being a loner. Instead, they would fear him.
Watch out for the baddest cat in town, Jean! Mess with him and you'll wish you were never born People would warn, whispering in the gossipy hallways. Not anyone doesn't know who he was, even the fresh meats. And even the preppy kids. He glanced at a small group of giggling blondes, most of them girls--well; all, as they were talking about...
whatever.
Shrugging, he turned away and made a
Tch sound and headed for his locker.