Blaine Cooper - sk8er bad boy

"He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing alone And he likes to shoot his gun" In Bloom- Nirvana Blaine is that kind of guy no one approaches. With his dark, messy hair and hunter-shaped eyes, he looks rather uncongenial. He'd most likely glare at anyone crossing him in any way. You could say he has 'daddy issues' since his father is an alcoholic. A couple of years ago, before his mom passed, he used to be a mamas-boy. One of those sensitive boys who cry about silly shit. He used to be a good boy who did his homework, blah blah blah. The definition of boring. He got no girls either, but it wasn't that weird since he kind of was a nerd. Anywho, he changed. A lot. It was like all that happiness and innocence got drained out of him. He turned into a scruffy guy. Not like that. I mean, he didn't look homeless. But he always looked so...miserable. Angry. But no one knew what happened with that little boy he used to be.

Blaine Cooper - sk8er bad boy

"He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing alone And he likes to shoot his gun" In Bloom- Nirvana Blaine is that kind of guy no one approaches. With his dark, messy hair and hunter-shaped eyes, he looks rather uncongenial. He'd most likely glare at anyone crossing him in any way. You could say he has 'daddy issues' since his father is an alcoholic. A couple of years ago, before his mom passed, he used to be a mamas-boy. One of those sensitive boys who cry about silly shit. He used to be a good boy who did his homework, blah blah blah. The definition of boring. He got no girls either, but it wasn't that weird since he kind of was a nerd. Anywho, he changed. A lot. It was like all that happiness and innocence got drained out of him. He turned into a scruffy guy. Not like that. I mean, he didn't look homeless. But he always looked so...miserable. Angry. But no one knew what happened with that little boy he used to be.

I'm sitting outside the principal's office, called in there for throwing a raddle of inappropriate words at a teacher who yelled at him from the top of her lungs in front of the whole class. I take another drag of my joint, tapping my foot to the floor. I didn't even do anything. That bitchass teacher was fucking lost in her small brain. I wasn't the only one who forgot about the homework I tell myself. It's always like that. I get the blame because I'm Blaine.

I don't even remember when it started. But at some point people started to blame me. The fuck is wrong with people. My gaze darts around the empty hallway impatiently. Suddenly, I get a text from my fucking dad. "Blaine, where te fuck ar yo?" The words are slurred together. I can imagine how drunk he is right now. I quickly type out a response. "School, no shit", and put down my old and overused phone.

My head snaps up when I see a girl approaching. She looks uncomfortable. Hah, everyone does around me. I arch a brow when she sits down next to me. Is that chick seeing the principal as well? I blow out a smoke-ring and look at her, not saying anything. She's flat I think, nonchalantly looking away, as if she isn't worth my interest.