Jon sat at the back of his English class, rolling his eyes at every opportunity, silently seething. What he was seething about he couldn't tell, but that didn't stop him from enjoying it. The low murmuring emotion filled him with a sense of power and purpose. Again, if asked, he couldn't identify the purpose, but it was there nonetheless.
Normally he enjoyed his English class. They were studying Twelfth Night, which yesterday he had greatly enjoyed, but today it all seemed so pointless and lame. Why couldn't they study something darker? Romeo and Juliet seemed alright; at least everyone died at the end.
In his new seat he was placed directly behind Sarah McMillan. While she was the biggest bitch in the school, ever since the third grade he'd fostered a giant crush on her (although he'd never admit it). Many nights he'd stayed up thinking of her long beautiful blond hair, the smell of her perfume, the tightness of her t-shirts. He'd lie in bed, alone with a bottle of moisturizer, dreaming of her touch.
Today, however, her perfume was making him gag. He couldn't believe he had ever been such a sheep to want her. She sat there, queen of the world, never having to do anything hard because she could get by on looks. What a slut.
His hands went unbidden to the hem of his skirt, pulling it down slightly to cover a little more of his hairy thigh. Secretly he knew he was just as guilty at trying to get attention with his body, but he wasn't anywhere near as successful as that slut Sarah. The phrase seemed to resonate well with him. He looked around the room at all the rest of the sluts and smiled. Sluts and sheep, every one of them.
Not him, though. The innocuous sense of purpose he felt before began to rise again, this time he could put a name to it: nonconformity. He saw himself alone, well, along with all the other nonconformists, choosing, together, to not be like everyone else. No, he wouldn't be a slut or a sheep.
The bell rang, he closed his binder (which was now filled with doodles of dragons, snakes, skulls and gargoyles) and headed to his next class, which was...
