Damien McDermott Conquers the World: Chapter 1
Chapter One
If you had told me a year ago that I would be standing up on stage receiving my high school diploma, along with several scholarships to colleges I had only dreamed of getting into, I would’ve called you crazy. Hell, I probably would’ve cussed you out and beat the pulp out of you too. But here I was, unable to fight back tears as my mother beamed up at me with pride. I didn’t even care about the whispers and criticizing words of my “friends” behind me, I just took my place in the seats and stared at my diploma with wonder. I felt two sets of strong arms wrap around me and I beamed up at my boyfriends, Emile and Remy, who had graduated with me. Their eyes shone with pride and Emile, who usually hated displaying physical affection, gave me a kiss so passionate that I almost fell off my chair.
“Oh my god, we did it!” Remy practically squealed, jumping up and down with excitement. A few fellow graduates around us smiled at Remy fondly, another fantastic improvement from this year. Emile laughed and ruffled Remy’s hair, making our lover whine and scramble to fix it. As the last few names were called the two of them returned to their seats and we all turned to face the front and finish the rest of the ceremony. It was boring to have to sit through almost 1,000 names being called, and I couldn’t wait for the after party at my house, with just my boyfriends, my real friends, my mom, my brother and sisters, and me. It was incredible how much my life had changed in just one short school year. It may have been hard, but I regretted none of it.
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September 6, 2017, the first day of my senior year of high school. Well, technically the first day of my second senior year. I’d taken all the classes, done all the curriculum, and even started a school hockey team the year before, but apparently I have to actually do the work. Who knew, right? My blood was boiling as I walked through the familiar beige hallway and I shoved this skinny blond kid into a locker to make myself feel better. He cussed after me but I ignored him, making myself as tall and intimidating as I could with my staggering height of five feet three inches. I thought I recognized him from a couple baseball games I’d been dragged to by friends, but I wasn’t quite sure.
“Yeah, so? It’s fine man, that kid’s probably been through worse than a shove,” I said with a snicker, trying to fall into stride with Patton as we walked to class, my much shorter legs having a hard time keeping up with his pair of beanpoles.
“‘That kid’ is Virgil, I’ve already told you that, and he’s my age so don’t sound do patronizing. You’d like him if you gave him a chance! I think you two could be friends!” Patton sounded so excited as he said that, it almost made me not want to shoot him down.
“You know I don’t do that friend shit. Besides, I don’t have time for it anymore. I need to focus on graduating,” I replied, grudgingly muttering out the last part. Patton awed and wrapped an arm around me in a side hug. Except he didn’t let go, but that’s just Patton. I smiled a little bit and continued on until the two of us reached the classroom. Well, it wasn’t exactly a classroom. The round room, as it was ‘affectionately’ called, operated as the orchestra room, green room, girls changing room, audition room, intro to guitar room, and the sometimes marching band room. It was the only place in the entire building where the air conditioning actually worked, and as it was in the music suite, no one but the music and drama kids knew about it. A couple jocks and cheerleaders knew here and there because they took Mx. Joan’s intro to guitar class, as Patton and I were today, but they were the good ones, and were welcomed into the giant, dysfunctional, drama-filled family. Some of them even auditioned for the school musicals, and there were three guys from the football team who were basses in the choir. Roman, my best friend’s younger brother, was the high school quarterback but always auditioned for the plays, was in the guitar class, and was a RAGING homosexual. I could see his crush on Patton from a mile away, but I didn’t say anything. I knew it would happen in its own time.
“Damien, Patton, you’re late,” Mx. Joan said as we entered the room. Patton smiled sheepishly and apologized, but I grabbed my guitar off the stand and took my seat. The teacher chuckled and checked our names off on their list as present before turning back to the rest of the class to resume the lesson. Patton had sat beside Roman already, but the seat on the other side of him was empty. I plopped down, nearly sending the tiny metal chair buckling to the floor.
“My bad,” I said with a shrug when Mx. Joan whipped their head up to look at us. I could see them fighting back a smile and jotted down another victory in my mind.
“I’ll excuse it this time, but if you’re late again I’ll mark you down. Now let’s begin; Does everyone have their books?” There was a faint shuffling throughout the room as the other students and I pulled out our music books from our backpacks. The same books had been used for years, and were tattered and worn and marked up by past students. My own book had had a crude drawing of a certain appendage with the words ‘Mx. Joan sucks dick’ until I scrubbed it off the cover with rubbing alcohol. I mean, from how they flirted with Mr. Sanders it probably wasn’t wrong, but it still pissed me off. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced up to see Patton looking down at me.
“Hey, can I share your book? I forgot mine at home,” Patton said with a sheepish smile on his face. I shrugged and was about to say yes before my eyes fell on Roman, who was already plucking at his guitar strings. A small smirk spread across my lips.
“Nah, we’re on different levels. Why don’t you ask Roman?” I suggested innocently, trying not to laugh as Patton’s face burned. He mumbled something before turning to Roman and I sat back, satisfied with my little matchmaker game. Who knew I’d actually have fun at school?
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