[Chayden]

But, once again, Kenny fucking McCormick was the one who got left out of it all. He was the one that everyone else ignored as Mr. Mackey mmkay'd  it up at the front of the classroom. I pulled my hood over my face as I felt the prickle of frustrated tears in my eyes. I waited or the bell to be my savior, but of course there was another half hour left of class. God liked to fuck with me.

[Chayden]

Or was it Satan?
Nah, he wouldn't have a reason to screw with people like God would. After all, Damien's dad didn't have to deal with a bunch of Mormons 24/7. Where was that whiny little bastard, anyway?
...Oh, yeah.

[Chayden]

In the relationship he wanted to be in. Ha, ha, Kenny.
I'll admit it; that thought made a tear slip out. You'd cry, too, if you were a romantic asswipe in comparison to the Anti-Christ.
You would.

[Chayden]

I really wanted to get the hell out of there. I was half-tempted to pull the sick card and go lay in the nurse's office, but that was a  retarded idea. If I went there, the nurse would see me crying like a little melvin.
...Or I could just jump out of the fucking window. Death sure beats the interrogation that fetus-face bitch would put me through.

[Chayden]

No, no, home's fine.
Naw, they don't hit me. Yes, I'm sure! No, I'm not getting bullied! I'm a fucking homo, okay, lady? I'm fucking gay for one of my best friends, and it looks like he's gay for someone else!

[Chayden]

They were really coming down after that. I felt two or three droplets splat onto my neck, but made no move to wipe them off. Better not to draw attention to myself.
I wanted to go to the bathroom, maybe puke up some shit, just to get it off my chest a little [ despite the improbability of refilling my stomach later ]. I wanted to go outside and nab a smoke from Craig. Better yet, I wanted to go outside and scream at the endlessly overcast sky.

[Chayden]

Women think that all guys do sports as some gay "emotional release" thing. Well, no, ladies. Sorry, you're wrong [ like usual ]. We like other kinds of releases, if you know what I mean.
Whatever the occasion, sex makes it better.

[Chayden]

Goodbye sex. Make-up sex. Birthday sex. Pity sex. The list goes on.

[Chayden]

I just wasn't in the mood to play the cards necessary to get laid, and so I was left with nothing. For the umpteenth time.
I sat up a little, resisting the urge to rub my burning cheeks. I hated the swollen, sticky way my face felt when I cried, especially the inside of my mouth. It would have been better if I opened my mouth, but then I would've gasped, and yadda yadda yadda, I'm found out.