" And my hands are not clean, maybe they never will be. But they can still carry you home when you're ready to sleep."

- Jeremy Lockhart

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🚬DANTE🚬

I was an utter mess the moment my mom gave birth to me. I was most probably born on the highway, where most accidents happen. You may not see it on the outside, but I am different from other kids.

My difference is just more...subtle.

My difference is more...dangerous.

Unlike most people, I hated to sleep. We all had dreams, even I had. My dreams just happen to turn out to be my nightmares which became my reality — my past.

All I wanted to do every time I fell asleep was to wake up to reality. But this morning became a whole new reality...

"Into the FIREEEEEEE!!!" My alarmed clock shook me out of my nightmares, causing me to fall off my bed with a thud.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" My angry voice echoed through the house. Throwing the alarm clock against the wall, the annoying voice record finally stopped.

Who the hell switched my playlist to some random record? Muting my train of thoughts, I looked around. Everything seem to be in it's original place but something felt odd, like as if something changed...

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I looked towards my sweatpants that I wore and noticed that it was wet.

I did not piss in my pants, did I?

Or had wet dreams?

Glancing at my table beside my bed, I noticed a bowl filled with water. Being an experienced professional prankster that I obviously am, I knew someone pranked me with the oldest prank that ever existed.

Amateur.

As if that tiny prank could destroy my day, I snicker at my own thoughts. Being unaffected by the two pranks, I didn't bother who actually fooled me. I was so sure that that person was harmless.  

That's what I thought...

Grabbing my phone, I checked the time which left me panic-stricken. I was an hour late for school!

Fuckentino. My. Life.

I threw my phone on my bed, before dashing into the toliet. I couldn't get detention again, dad would slaughter me with his numerous mafia knives.
He would actually skin me alive.

I began sneezing, I assume it was my dust allergy again. Having a blocked nose which caused me not to smell a thing, did not make my morning any better. That was one of the disadvantages of having a dust allergy.

Sighing in frustration, I snatched the first bottle of soap that came in reach and applied a large amount all over myself.

After doing my usual shower routine, I wore my V-neck black T-shirt paired with ripped jeans and my Nikes.

Typical bad boy look, the way I liked it to be. It gave me assurance that I was human and had a label or some sort of identity in my life. Without it, I would never know what or who I should be.

Even I, had insecurities.

Spraying excessive amounts of my perfume over myself, I knew that this was what many girls liked which gave me a bonus point with ladies always.

My little secret.

Smiling smugly, I slinged my jacket over my shoulder before pushing the door wide open. The loud honking sound rang in my ears, the sound of the air-horn vibrated through my body.

Even after the loud screeching sound died down, my fingers were shivering. It wouldn't have been a surprise if my ears were bleeding, especially since I literally jumped out of my skin.

Fisting my hands, I banged my door shut to come upon an air horn taped to the wall.

"MATEOOO!! Tu piccolo figlio di puttana!" I roared in Italian.

Stomping out of his room with a pout, he pointed an accusing finger at me.

"You did not just call me a little female dog when I'm obviously a male." He spoke his childlike mind out. Rolling my eyes, I huffed in annoyance.

"Did you try to prank me?! This time you went too far, Mat." He stared with his jaw dropped. His shocked expression was immediately masked with a goofy smile which made me frown.

"I would never prank you, I have to get going now. Lookin' rosy, Dante." Mock laced in his voice.

Why did he say ' rosy ' ??

Something wasn't right, but I just brushed it off. Running towards my garage, I inserted the key which unlocked the garage door that displayed what I least expected.

"La mia cazzo moto !! Che cazzo lo chiami questa merda colorata ?!" I screamed a bunch of colorful words. If my mother heard the extent of my swearing right now, she would probably try to clean my mouth with detergent before pouring holy water all over me.

What stood before me, was not my sexy motorbike, hell no. The one before me looked as if a sparkly rainbow unicorn pooped all over it.

It was pure crap.

A wave of futile rage swept over me as I tried to tear all the sticky notes away which was nearly impossible. A shrill ring interrupted me from my harsh actions.

"DANTE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU BRO?!! I've been covering you for the past hour saying that you had diarrhoea!!" My eyes widened at Jordan words. While listening to him, I decided I would just need to go to school with this unicorn-like motorbike.

Placing my helmet over my head, the transparent glass on the helmet which was pulled over my eyes had a message written on top.

' Hope you had an amazing morning so far, Danny Boy!! Loads of love! '
The message was written with bold red lipstick, a lipstick stain accompanied it. Having Jordan still on the line, I interrupted his rant.

"Did Skylar give you the excuse?"

"Yeah, how did you know? She told me to inform every girl or boy that asked for you that you were in the toliet having some pooping complications or diarrhoea." He said gleefully.

Why am I even friends with him?

"You know something Jordon? Sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that you're stupid than open it and remove all doubt." I said in a straight tone before ending the call.

But knowing Jordan, he wouldn't take my words seriously and would probably laugh his ass out, thinking that it is a joke.

Wiping away the beautiful message that Sky wrote, I finally knew the cause of my terrible morning. She was definitely going to be in deep trouble even though I knew this was her definition of payback for the prank I played on her.

I couldn't believe she managed to pull off this prank just like that. I mean after all, she is one of clumsiest person I know. Zooming off at the speed of light, I was already 3 classes late.

Passer-bys stared with amusement at the sight of my colorful motorbike that roamed the neighbourhood. My helmet wasn't even enough to hide my embarrassment.

Keeping my head low, I just prayed that no one would take a picture of this. I managed to reach school as fast as possible, feeling slightly flustered.

In attempt to get off my motorbike, I fell to the ground, not before hearing a tearing noise.

Assuming that it was one of the sticky notes that came off, I ran towards the hallways of school. It just so happened to be the short interval break between classes and the hallways were packed like a can of sardines.

The moment I stood at the entrance of the hallway, everyone stepped to the side which created a wide path in between.

This normally happen wherever I was since many feared me immensely. However, I found it suspicious that they moved away quicker than usual as if I had some infectious disease. Ignoring the snickering, whispering or giggles I heard, I ran through. Some people bursted into laughter while others covered their faces.

I couldn't understand what was going on. My eyes still remained glued onto the girl with chocolate brown curly hair which was tied neatly into a fish-braid.

She was talking intimately to Willow, while placing her books into her locker.

Once Willow noticed me, she tapped Skylar on the shoulder, pointing towards me with a grin. Skylar whipped around, her face looking slightly pale at the sight of me before it was covered up with a cheeky smile.

Thinking about it, I wasn't sure what I should say to her especially with the entire student body's eyes on us which I still found extremely weird.

My quick insults wouldn't stand a chance with her witty comebacks, I honestly didn't want to shame myself any further by losing to her in some insult battle.

It would definitely be ego bruising.

I had to do something to leave her speechless. Then it hit me— something which was so risky yet something I've been craving to do from the beginning.

The very next moment, I was right before her. It was now or never.

"Fuck it." I muttered out under my breath, pulling her towards me by the waist.

The next thing I knew, my lips were on hers, savoring every inch of that moment...

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