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i got so used to not using capitals or apostrophes that i forget to use them..
PICOS SCHOOL TAKES PLACE DURING HIGHSCHOOL AND I WILL DIE ON THAT FUCKING HILL
2nd person - you are Mikhailo Belokhvostikov
8:10 am
You’ve been in America for a while. Round a year, maybe two. You used to live in Russia. It was nice. where you lived was a nice and small town. It was quiet, unpopulated. Nothing like Philly. Its crowded, bright, loud. Hotter, too.
Although you’d manage to speak english fluently, you dont get much time to practice it. So, sometimes, it can be hard to switch from russian to english. You’re still okay in english class, reading and writing english is a bit easier than speaking. You have more time to think about it.
As the leather seat of the loud train sticks to your exposed skin, you look out the window while buildings pass by. The morning sunrise had peared through the windows, lighting up the cart and warming your body.
Something about the train ride to school and back made it the best part of your day. Maybe it was the view, maybe the rocking of the train, maybe how you were never bothered compared to every other aspect of your life.
Before you knew it though, it was over already. You were at your stop.
You reluctantly grab your skateboard and bag before walking miserably out of the cart.
Time to actually go to school now.
Later, 11:30 am
What class do you have after math? Art, right? You love art. Ever since you were a kid, you were great at drawing. But, even though you’ve wanted to go to college for art for years, it’s not like you’re gonna get there. You arent good enough. And look at your school performances! You wouldnt even get to go to community college.
Suddenly, as you were lost in thought, you crashed into a group of kids.
It’s the goth kids.
As you try to pick yourself off the ground, you are met with many faces of anger staring down at you.
“Fuck, i’m sorry-”
They all stared at you, a few a bit confused at what you said.
“What?” one with an eyepatch said. You saw that the one in red hair was about to say something, but in pure anxiety and embarrassment, you scattered off before you got to speak in english and hear what she said.
God dammit, cant even say sorry before you run away from your problems..
Where were you going in the first place anyway? Math? You hope its math. Its the only class you’re good at.
Before you can even see where youre running, you turn your head to realize your heading straight into another person.
He looks at you, anticipating the inevitable. You smash into him, sending him flying across the floor. Surprisingly, you managed to not fall down either, so you hold out your hand to him to help him up.
“Im so sorry-” You spoke, barely even noticing who you had even bumped into.
“It’s- it’s fine,” He spoke, aching a bit.
“Are you alright?” You start to take a good look at who youre talking to.
Holy shit.
“Yeah, i’m fine. You?” Pico, who was one of the most popular kids in school, was the person you just rammed to the ground.
“I-” You were overwhelmed with guilt and embarrassment. What was he even doing this late to class? Didn’t he get perfect grades? “Yeah-” You stood there in silence for a second.
“Uh.. You.. You sure?” He spoke a bit confused, maybe even a bit creeped out by the staring and silence. You were being creepy. Stop staring, say something.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry, i was just thinking.”
“Right.. Well, I-”
“HEY DICKFACE!”
You whipped your head around to notice a girl in pink attire running down the hallway, followed by another dude running behind her.
“Fuuuck-”
“Piiicooooo!” The girl spoke, high pitched and almost sing song like. You realize thats Nene, another pretty popular kid. Not sure who the other guy was, but he seemed cool.
“Guys, not a good time..”
“What?! But we were pla-” She was cut off by Pico shushing her.
“Not. now.”
“Damn, fine puss puss. Stop hissing at us, we’ll go.”
“What? Nene but we-”
“Shut up, Darnell, no one asked.” Darnell looked a bit sad as she swatted him off. What was her deal?
“Hope you have fun with..”
She looked at you up and down.
“Whoever this ugly rag is. Who even are you?”
You looked a bit appalled by the sudden insult. What the fuck was her problem?
“Wait, you’re the russian kid, right? What was your name..”
Mikhailo.
“Vera, right? What are you even doing?”
“I-”
“Trying to have sex with my boyfriend?” She said, a bit intimidating.
“What? No, I-”
“Nene what the fuck are you talking about?” Pico burst out.
“HAHA! But look at her face! PRICELESS!!” Nene pointed at you as she laughed. You were extremely embarrassed now. You were just caught up in this weird joke between the popular kids. What were you even supposed to do?
“Anyyywayyyss. Me and Darnell will leave you two alone since you want to be alone so badly.” Nene tilted her head towards the direction they were gonna go. They head out, leaving you and pico alone in the hallway.
“Yeah.. Uh.. Anyways, sorry to change the subject drastically but” Pico hands you a neatly folded paper. “I was actually planning on seeing you and giving this to you before you bumped into me.” You were extremely surprised. What did he want to do with you?..
“I know you don’t have many friends. You’re pretty quiet, not really sure why but.. I was wondering if you wanted to go to some place me and a few of my friends are going to. Not like a party, but, more of a meetup, y’know? I’ve just always felt really bad seeing you get kind of outcasted in a way. If you don’t want to go, its fine, but, it’d be nice if you did..” He spoke sincerely, like he wasnt joking. What the hell?
You take the paper and open it. Its a phone number and location.
“Yeah.. That… that sounds fine.” You were a bit hesitant. He probably just wants to play a prank on you or something.
“Fuck, I’ve been to the bathroom for too long.. I need to go. I’ll see you.” He runs off to a different direction.
You stand there for a bit, thoughts running through your head. What were you supposed to think? You got invited to a “hangout” by one of the most popular kids in school, who had never spoken to you at that point, and youre expected to just think that they arent trying to pull something?
Then again, why would someone like Pico go so far as to risk getting in trouble for a joke?
He could genuinely want to hang out with you. You do see him glancing at you ever so often when youre around eachother, but its not like people cant see someone they dont like and glance at them when they see them.
And, anyways, you? Friends with Pico? You don’t seem to have anything in common. If anything, you’d be friends with the goth kids before someone like Pico. Hes cool, but, he seems like the most generic popular kid.
Maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover? He probably has interests like yours, but you just dont know..
Do you even WANT to go?
…
Do you even go to class at this point?
Might as well just skip. It’s math, my grade wont be affected too much.
You head towards the bathrooms, turning your head to the halls making sure no teachers were coming. You don’t really have a hallpass, so it would be very suspicious.