Date: Sun, 08 Apr 2007 20:00:57 -0300
From: Daimien Douglas <blah.blah.blah666@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mean Boys

    Hey again! I've decided to write this story, and hopefully do not get
bored and disinterested in it as I normally do with everything else.It's a
fragment of my imagination that kept pecking at me for attention. You can
send all comments to blah.blah.blah666@hotmail.com. Oh I also have my
personal story, Daimien, in the College section. Here goes....

    The sun beamed annoyingly throughmy have drawn bedroom window, making me
pull the covers over my face. I am not a morning person! Alarms, getting out
of a warm bed, sun in your eyes; they all just seem sinful. I groaned when I
looked at the clock, I woke up 2 minutes before the alarm went of, it always
happens for some unknown reason. I groaned even louder when I realize that
today would be my first day as a senior in a new highschool. Over the past
two months, I occupied myself with the worrying of a new town, country and
school. I hadn't make any friends all summer due to the fact that I felt
extremely out-of-place and lost in this new city.My father is an affluent
public relations executive for a dominant cellular company in America, and
we got perks like moving around alot. My last and actually home was in
Manhattan, New York. We lived in England, France and a few months here and
there like Sydney, Australia and Johannesburg, South Africa. While other
seventeen year olds, I'm almost 18 though, might see this as a set back in
there social life, I see it as a priviledge to gain world knowledge and
experience.
    I calmly get out of bed and headed to the bathroom to pursue my morning
rituals. It takes me a very long time to prepare for anything since I'm such
a perfectionist, so I always get a 30 minutes headed start of my actual
setted time.I kept changing my clothes after my showwer, trying to find the
one that describes who i am but not in your face about it.I am not shy or
inconfident in any way, however, I strive on the way the public sees
me-thats what led to my perfectionistic behaviour- so I wanted to create a
stunning first impression. I finally decided to settle on a baggy black
cargo pants, that was slightly pulled down enough so you can see the top of
my boxer briefs, a grey wife beater and black timbs. I have this silver
chain my dad bought for me in South Africa, I threw that on. I observed
myself in the full sized mirror that was surronded by some over expensive
mahgonany wood from Guyana,and felt pleased.My outfit contrasted perfectly
with my caramel skin that i got from my white father and brown mother, and
my most recognisable part of me, my greyish eyes that i adore. Smiling
nastily, I ran downstairs, said bye to everyone (after the boring speech
about how to act in public, family name blah, blah, blah).My sister just
laughed as she realised how annoyed i was getting. I jumped in my Mercedes
SLR McLaren and headed of to school.
    At school, the usual happened, people stare at you because you're new and
all that bull crap. I just casually made my way to the office without
acknowledging any of them. After the other boring drag-on fron the pricipal,
I made my way to the first period psychology class, realising that I was
already 45 minutes late. A group of girls walked by me smiling and whispered
to eachother, asking if I was new.
    "I don't no! Ask him!" one demanded.
    " Are you crazy? That would be so uncool."
    " Or hot!" with that they laughed to each other and continued.
   Five minutes after I found the class. Eyes pierced me as I entered.
Ignoring them (I'm very good at that) I made my way over to this beautiful
black teacher. He was stunning, I'll tell ya! I don't know who any of these
kids can concentrate in this class. 'He's gonna teach you psych for the rest
of the year! Sweet!' Of course I couldn't say that now, can I? I handed him
my timetable and he observeed it.
   "Doyle? Nice name." He stated.
   ' Nice ass' I thought " Yeah, its gaelic."
   "Hmmm......Irish decent?"
   "Don't know. Never asked."
   " There's a seat next to Thomas, take that one."
   Now, Thomas almost made me had an heart attack right then and ther.
Beautifully boy was he. The first thing I noticed was a set of white teeth
beckoning to me, the blue eyes shining through dark blond hair. He had this
shell necklace on and that showed that he had some anthropology in him- the
most white people that I've met were rascist, 90% of them. I sat next to him
and he just looked at me still smile. I turned to look at him and he just
cheerily said 'hey'. That was the beginning of his endless talking. It
wasn't that I was annoyed because chatting up a hottie like him has no
annoyance in it watsoever, its the fact that the teacher kept tell him not o
interigate me and he would act like he didn't hear him. I was funny. So we
hit it off, not in that way sadly, mutual friendship :( I figured that he
was straight so I held back my tentecles. I normally wouldn't hang around
the preppy kids like Thomas (ghette is my way) but he was so exceptional. As
we chatted I can feel the gravitational pull between us.
    " What class do you have next?" I asked beaming after the bell rang.
    "Um...Gym" I said after consulting my timetable.
    " I'm a linebacker" he exclaimed proudly"......and also co-captain
of the swim team."
    " I don't do football but I'm an excellent swimmer"
    " Coolness! So you can try out on wednesday."
  We made our way through the eager children trough the hall.
    " Careful, he bites" this stuuningly beautiful indian girl whispered
behind us.
    " Nah..." Thomas looked at me "...only on the second date"
with that they both cracked up laughing while I forced one out raising an
eyebrow.
    " Maria...Doyle. Doyle......Maria" Thomas introduced us.
    " Is that your real name?"
    " No, he just decided to call me that after i wouldn't tell him." Maria
punched my bicep and commented on hard the are.
   " Wow.. Down kitty" Thomas inputted swaying his hands like he had a whip.
   In the gym, Maria followed us to the door, we changed into regular gym
clothes due to the fact that we were going to do health and stretching. I
took the time to notice Thomas' body. He had some defined abs on him. Each
of them looked like small baseball mounds.
    "What's your body fat?" I asked as straight as possible.
    "Hahahaha...checking me out? he asked playfully ".....Dont know.
Don't really care." he replied. At that very moment, these walking statues
of David floated by. They were pretty! I can't describe them into detail- it
whill take awhile, lol. However, I thanked God for creating them right then
and there.
    " Eric and Daniel" Thomas siad directly in my ear."......the two
meaniest things on the earth!" I could sense the anger in his voice and
refused to ask him to go into detail.I couldn't see it in either of them and
was willing to pursue mister Eric,yumm!
   In health class, the coach decided to introduce me to the rest of the
class. Every one said hey except Eric.
     "Another one!" he said loud enough so everyone could hear and turned to
look at me. Now, Doyle isn't a guy to be hassled with. You give me shit, you
better expect a war. The few years in New York came out in me right then.
     " Yo! You got something to say to me you little fudgepacker?!?! I
yelled at him whilst walking over to him. Before I could reach him however,
the coach scampered out of his seat and grabbed my hand, pulling me into his
frim pecs.
    The class went on with Thomas warning me about picking fights with Eric.
Every now and again, I would look over to his direction and for those few
seconds of watching him I would feel the anger turn into pure bliss and
lust. Once I looked over at him and he turned around and caught me. I shot
him an angry look to which he raised his eyebrows curiously to, as to say "
I bet!"
  " Shit!" I cursed myself.

     Thanks for reading and I hope to get you views and input. Until then-
Love, Peace n Soul baby!