|neo the baby slayer. (phonomania) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-11-28 23:59:00
|Entry tags:||andromache, neoptolemus|
High school was a waste of time and a pain in the ass. It served no purpose, everyone was juvenile, and everyone either fought like a little girl or a drunk. There was a whole array of more useful things to be doing with one's time, because the point had never been to blend in. He'd never been a sheep, always the wolf that devoured the pack. Being like the rest had never been an option.
Home economics wasn't on Neoptolemus' list of "must attend"s, but he'd found himself thrown into the class two months too late, nearing the end of the semester, and unwilling to do any of the work. High school was a cesspool of incompetent morons that would never succeed out in the real world if they continued to rave on about popularity and who they'd fucked the night before. None of it was important.
As the class filed in behind him, clearly lacking the excitement of beginning their first class of the day, the blonde stood motionless at the window, back to the door and all the degenerates he would be forced to share a room with. Eventually, their beloved teacher would walk in, and he would be ready for her.
He didn't smile, but oh, the temptation was there.